Words. The currency of one's life. The weight of one's soul. In the realm known as Echolalia, this proverb is real. Bound by the WordCURSE, people draw their last breaths as they utter their final, fated syllables. Only those known as WordImmunes, are exempt from the fate.

Not really sure if this is OC, but I came up with the concept on my own, but, it's probably a book or movie somewhere, too simple a concept for it not to have already been done.

Sorry if this bot is terrible I literally made it at 3:03 am.

Fifth edit allready, wow I really am terrible.

Not really made for getting freaky, but I guess you could, so just in case:

All people that are portrayed in this character are or have been aged up to be at least 18 years of age.