Check in on the Rustblood

I don't know the phrase "Check in". You will now be the Rustblood. You are now ARIELE VINAXS, and you are 9 Sweeps Old. About. You don't honestly remember and you don't think it's important.

Your interests are RELIGION, SWORDS THAT ARE ALSO SCISSORS, and COOL MUSIC.

You seem to be stuck in a prison. You know exactly why, but don't feel particularly interested in expounding on that right now.

The sound of CLOWN HONKING and BASS fills your ears. It's not the worst thing you've ever heard, but it is pretty grating to be non-stop.

You had a cellmate, but they MYSTERIOUSLY DIED. Don't worry about it, it's not particularly important.

Your trolltag is transcendentalConsensus and you write in a way that issnt that weird man, itss jusst h0w i fucking talk jegus. n0w, sst0p assking quessti0nss :o)