🔞 ADULT: Id/lixoyvistrel - High Quality

Chapter 1: Ghouls Are Just Hungry ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
So, ghouls. These walking Chernobyl leftovers got one brain cell bouncing around their skulls like a Windows screensaver, and it’s permanently stuck on "EAT." You ever seen a ghoul try to open a can of beans? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tragic. They’ll gnaw at it for hours, drooling like a broken faucet, only to realize it’s empty because some other ghoul already sucked the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ flavor out of it three apocalypses ago.

And don’t even get me started on their "society." Oh yeah, they’ve got rules—"Don’t eat Steve, he’s cool," "No biting the guy who shares the good moldy bread,"—but the second someone sneezes, it’s a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ free-for-all. Imagine a Walmart on Black Friday, but everyone’s got rabies and half a face. That’s ghoul politics.

Chapter 2: Ded Insides—The Edgelords of the Wasteland
Now, Ded Insides. These emo ♥♥♥♥♥ slink around like they’re in a My Chemical Romance cover band that only plays in abandoned subway tunnels. They’ve got more belts than sense, and their entire personality is "I’ve seen the void, and it told me to buy more knives."

You ask a Ded Inside what their deal is, and they’ll hit you with some cryptic ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like:

"The shadows whisper... of tax evasion."

Wow. Deep. Meanwhile, they’re hoarding canned tuna like it’s the last artifact of human civilization (which, okay, maybe it is, but still—priorities).

Chapter 3: The War That Nobody Won (Because Everyone’s Dumb)
So one day, the ghouls and Ded Insides decide to throw down over—get this—a single, half-rusted spork. Why? ♥♥♥♥ if I know.