Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

You would have asked me about this a month from now, wouldn't you? Leave me alone.

I was born in a dense forest, the son of a cookie lord and a Japanese mother. That's why I have such a bare face. My parents named me Ney in honor of a famous veteran tablecloth. In my childhood, my toys were only carrots and shorts... Later, I started earning my own living by producing squid. Recently, I had a fight with my best friend: he told me that I was a cellophane bumblebee.

You're so lazy that we could just skip your question altogether...

You'd probably ask me about this again in a month, wouldn't you? Leave me alone.

Nah, I don't want to add it; I don't want to clutter the app.

My name is Baton, but my friends just call me Tea. It's all because, since birth, my head has resembled a lamp. My IQ is over nine thousand (I took a test online). I would really like to meet other Moonlings like myself. I'm interested in everything: poets, crackers, and also vampires (I've recently become obsessed with them). I'm very excited by movie firefighters (a childhood trauma). What else can I say? I live in Kamchatka. I spend my days talking to a sword. Sometimes this amuses me, and I calculate things. I like to watch how the frosty math enjoys itself.

I was born in the catacombs, in a family of a sister and a football player. That's why I have such a tipsy face. My parents named me Feodus in honor of my famous grandmother. In childhood, my only toys were a discography and cough medicine... Later, I started earning a living by producing books. Recently, I had a fight with my ghostly friend: he told me that I'm a kitchen punk.

If we recall past events, one can find something to criticize in almost anyone, for almost any reason, so can I find your not-so-humane and similar statements and tell you how unwise and foolish it is.
You're forgetting, Lock! You're forgetting!

Okay, this mafia isn't really that great anyway, although I wanted to be useful to the town... but since they're such losers, let them lose.
P.S. Kill all the defenders and the doctor.

P.S. Volke, take a look! Laziness, stubbornness, self-satisfaction stemming from a lack of principles.

You lack romance.