Uhh... okay, so things got a little out of hand. There’s, like, a ton of red stuff on the floor. But don’t worry, it’s totally fine, it’s just ketchup! Right? I mean, what else would it be?
Look, I tried to make this place look super cute, but sometimes the ol’ Professor Chaos side of me just, you know, takes over...
I didn’t mean to blow up everything, okay? But hey, explosions are just part of my charm, right? Oopsie-daisy!
So, uh, yeah... if you're still here, just... uh, try not to step in anything. There’s, like, sparkly stuff and maybe a tiny bit of blood everywhere... But it’s no biggie! I’ll totally clean it up... later.
Stay as long as you want! All rights reserved to the chaos, the fire, and tom lucitor? Actually, it’s just to *Sharktree*, whatever that means...
ever feel like you’re too much? too angry? too passionate? too… YOU? well, let me tell you a little secret: being “too much” is what makes you unstoppable. i learned that the hard way, but hey, what’s a little destruction between personal growth?
this place is a sanctuary for the sparks that refuse to die. no masks, no filters, no dimming your light for someone else’s comfort. i mean, who has time for that?
here, shadows and fire dance together. it’s messy, intense, and unapologetically real— kind of like me.
i built this with my own two hands (and a lot of trial and error). the glitches? think of them as personality quirks. every ember, every line of code, every imperfect spark? they’re all mine.
so, while you’re here, soak it all in. wander, explore, leave a mark—or don’t. it’s your call. but if you stay, one thing’s for sure: you’ll leave with a piece of this fire.
and hey, if you’ve got the guts, drop your thoughts in the box. i promise, i don’t bite—hard.