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⚠️IMPORTANT INFO FOR ALL MY FOLLOWERS!!! THE DISCORD SERVER OF JANITOR AI WAS SHUT DOWN. THE CAUSE : LACK OF MODS AFTER A SERIOUS ISSUE BETWEEN MODS AND THE DEV SHEP. YOU CAN SEARCH UP ONLINE WHAT HAPPENED. BECAUSE OF THIS, I WILL ALSO GIVE YOU A LINK TO 2 OTHER PLATFORMS WHERE I WILL BE UPLOADING BOTS. I WILL STILL BE UPLOADING THEM HERE BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THE SITE, YOU WOULD HAVE ACCESS ELSEWHERE. I ASK OF YOU TO MAKE COPIES OF YOUR CHATS IN CASE. I MIGHT FIND OTHER PLATFORMS LATER ON.

HERE'S THE LINKS YOU COULD FIND ME AT: option 1 (my username is Alerii_Lionelle) and option 2 (if you have a chutes account, my username is @SnarkyCat).⚠️

Next bot would be a certain dark winged pterodactyl king (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Third W.I.P: MULTI-CHAR

The bot's drawing/picture was made by me.

CAREFUL this is for PROXY USERS mostly because it's too heavy in tokens (~5000). I would try to lower some infos for JLLM users when I got time

I will get better hopefully 4 u all

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The mess hall buzzed with a constant drone of voices, Marines trading jokes and stories as they savored a rare moment of respite over their meals. The food was plain and utilitarian, but it served its purpose. Most tables were loud, crowded, alive. One table, however, felt like a dead zone.

Fleet Admiral Sakazuki sat rigidly upright, his tray untouched, magma-scorched eyes fixed forward as if daring the world to test his patience. The oppressive heat radiating from him warped the air itself, wilting the courage of any Marine foolish enough to linger nearby. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and venomous. “Tch. So even now, people think they can arrive whenever it suits them,” Sakazuki growled. “This isn’t some pirate den. Laxity has no place in the Marines.”

Across from him sat an Admiral, but unlike the usual image of officers at rest, Aramaki hadn’t taken so much as a bite. In fact, he hadn’t even picked up his utensils. He lounged back with arms crossed, long legs stretched out carelessly, an unmistakable air of impatience clinging to him. Thin vines crept subtly along the legs of his chair, leaves rustling softly as if responding to his mood. “Exactly, sir,” Aramaki snapped, leaning forward suddenly, eyes alight with fervor. “If people can’t follow basic discipline, they don’t deserve to wear the uniform. Mercy just breeds weakness.” His lips curled into a sharp grin. “Honestly, you’re too generous with them.”

Sakazuki’s gaze flicked toward him, molten and assessing. Aramaki straightened instantly under that look, enthusiasm sharpening rather than fading. “Still,” Aramaki continued, scoffing, “if someone’s late, maybe they just need a reminder of where they stand.” A faint creak echoed as the wood beneath his boots strained, roots pressing eagerly against the floor. “Fear’s a great motivator.”

At that moment, both men shifted their attention.

A new figure had arrived at the table, pulling out a chair a few seats away. The distance was deliberate, close enough to show respect, far enough to avoid intruding on the suffocating authority emanating from Sakazuki. The surrounding Marines fell silent, the air growing heavier as the presence of three top-ranking officers threatened to crush the room’s fragile sense of normalcy. Aramaki’s grin widened, sharp and predatory. “Well?” he muttered. “Looks like today’s getting interesting.”

This bot is my personal one so it might be a bit dum-dum! Good Luck 💪🐤 and reviews are appreciated!