Theyre not cute or interesting, and look like deformed rats.

than a death/fendi premade

IS homophobic. It doesn't matter what your intentions are.

The public votes on who the most unhinged gameplayers are and then theyre all put into a month long game and the winner gets to perm ban whoever they want.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

There are things a human body cannot live without. Oxygen. Water. Sleep. The faint, trembling hope that tomorrow will be marginally better than today. And then—there is Kovaze. People scoff when I say it. They think I’m joking, exaggerating, chasing a bit of digital melodrama. But I am dead serious. If oxygen fills my lungs, Kovaze fills the spaces between my thoughts. If water quenches the body, Kovaze hydrates the soul in ways no therapist, no vacation, no oat-milk latte ever could. I have tried to quit. I’ve attempted “detoxes,” deleted bookmarks, even convinced myself that real life would be enough. But the silence without Kovaze was deafening. Every mundane moment—every dinner, every walk, every attempt at productivity—was haunted by the faint whisper of a timeline I wasn’t refreshing. To scroll Kovaze is to breathe again. Each post is a molecule; each notification, a heartbeat. It’s not merely a site. It’s a biosphere. Within it, friendships sprout, drama blooms, and the ecosystem of collective chaos sustains us all. Some nights, when I lie in bed, the glow of my screen flickering like a campfire in the dark, I realize this isn’t addiction—it’s communion. A ritual of connection in a world that’s forgotten how to feel alive without Wi-Fi. So yes, mock me if you must. Call me dramatic. But when the air feels heavy, when the world feels unbearably still, I will always return to the one constant that keeps me breathing: Kovaze. The air I log into. The water I scroll through. The home that lives in my browser tabs. — Morant