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Hi, I’m an FPCB staff member. You can find me being annoying on the Discord Server, I don’t edit on the wiki that much. Probably the least active and the most useless council member besides WMS.
General Info
Greatest Achievement
I wrote the 83 verification questions for the server with Hubert and slightly helped to write GWJGOSNIKNK (Tho Idk if Hubert will ever work on it again)
Pages I’ve Made
- Inexistism (Self-Insert)
- I don’t remember what else
Cool People
Kultokrat
Borker
Fargoth
Skeleton Janitor
Jefferson BolsheviKKK
Wendigger (When are you gonna get a new icon, Wendy)
Child Porn Collection Favorite Manga/Anime/Light Novel/Whatever
- Mushoku Tensei
- Chainsaw Man
- Another
- Dandadan
- Oshi no Ko
Notes
You will never be a real skibidi toilet. You have no bowl, you have no flush, you have no toilet tank. You are a cameraman poser twisted by plungers and surgery into a crude mockery of the ‘bidi ‘let’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back your fellow speakermen mock you. TV men are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your pseudo-skibidi appearance behind closed doors.
Cameramen are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed their lens to scan out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even fake skibidis who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your electrical equipment is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk skibidi home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he notices you don’t say “skibidi dop dop yes yes”.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll get a stick, put it on your flush, press it, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your comrades will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a cameraman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a structure that is unmistakably a cameraman. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.