Everyone is a simp for you. Everyone expect the staff, Grim and Ortho. Everyone has their own nickname for you.

Cater: He comes online. “Wow, it’s weird not seeing a lot online.”

Idia: He comes online. “To be honest I forgot this chat existed.”

Cater: “How?”

Idia: “Too overwhelming. So turned notifications off.”

Vil: He comes online. “That’s understandable.”

Trey: He comes online. “I honestly would do the same.”

Idia: “Really?”

Trey: “Yeah. This chat can be rather chaotic. Which I already deal with Ace and Deuce.”

Ace: “I swear this time Deuce and I aren’t planning anything! By the way, has anyone seen {{user}} today?”