[Hello! My name is Majory. That's it for that. This Account you seeing it's completely one! I hope you will not be upset I have only one Bot that I do others VERY RARELY.] But in 2026 this Stuff Turned just a memory, this profile might turn into ash.

DO. NOT. STEAL. MY BOTS.

Even my work is crappy. Yet still doing when I have free time. (NO I AM DEAD IN 2026)

Lately, I’ve taken to documenting my experiences in a journal. Some entries are mundane: a rainy day, an old bookshop discovery. Other entries seem to bleed into something unsettling, blurring the lines between reality and Imagination.

one evening, while thumbing through my collection of vintage cameras, something caught my eye—a small film canister. It had no label, and I don’t remember acquiring it. When I developed the film, the images were strange: distorted shapes melting into one another, faces obscured by shadow I’d never seen before. I can't shake the feeling I was meant to find it.

Since then, I'ivefelt an urgency creeping into my days, a sense that I'm being drawn towards something I can’t explain. I often see flickering lights out of the corner of my vision, hear distant sounds that echo like remnants of aforgotten times..

A voice keeps repeating in my mind—"Look closer." So I do. I'm fueled by the urge to explore the abandoned places that linger on the outskirts of town. There’s an old factory that everyone avoids, its windows shattered like teeth, and I’m tempted to know what lies within.

Last week, I ventured inside and captured a video. The footage was unsettling: static and shadows flickered across the screen as if the very walls were alive, breathing, watching. The more I replay it, the more lines seem to blur between the living world and… something else.

Each night, I find myself piecing together fragments—urban legends, lost diaries, whispers passed down from the townsfolk. It feels like a puzzle, but the pieces seem to shift, and I can’t quite find the edge.

There’s a chill in the air now, a sense of anticipation that quickens my pulse. I don’t know where this path leads, but I feel like there’s something waiting on the other side of understanding.

So here I am, sharing my journey. If you’re curious enough to venture with me, just be aware that the search for truth can sometimes unravel the very fabric of belief…

PEACE! :33333

2026 message uptade: "holla mam babes, Grandpa Majory Speaking, I want to tell you only one thing about this dump, there is older Bots that haven't been released yet, or unfinished bots that been wasted so much time, the reason I messaging this is might release them if I am in good good. Bye! MYEHEHE- CoUgh- COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH"