Rules: -Not a tryout map, sorry -No fandoms, furries, or outside references to media besides an abyss angel, because that's related to glass beach -Please use as little typography as possible -No current deadline, but please finish within 4 weeks of getting your part, or I will annoy you about it :) -No stealing -Follow the pallet -Ask for the part (also include your best project if I don't know you lol) -be chill if you dont get the part. -those are really the rules lol itd be cool if these people could join: purble (joined!), inko (joined!), toast (joined!), breeze, birdie (joined!), carrot (joined!), cobalt (joined!), ithcus (joined!), grape (joined!), kauli (joined!), hero (joined!),
Glass beach for this masterpiece, listen to the whole song it’s amazing parts: 1: @-BirdieAnimates- (DONE) 2: @Toasted-Cheese (DONE) 3: @TNT-2 (DONE) 4: @inkocat4717 (DONE) 5: @-Animaton_creator- & @-Tormentes_Baggy- (DONE) 6: @Wayurm (DONE) 7: @sncreator (DONE) 8: @-CobaltAnimations- (DONE) 9: @-orange-yum-yum- (DONE) 10: @DehydratedWatrr (DONE) 11: @-purbleflame- (DONE) 12: me (DONE) 13: (DONE) 14: & me (DONE) 15: (DONE) 16: (DONE) 17: (DONE) 18: (DONE) 19: & (DONE) 20: (DONE) 21: (DONE) backups: again too??? W again as well lol Also me lol gosh there are way to many backups- Also feel free to make a tne if you want TNE (DONE) (DONE) (DONE) (DONE) (DONE) lyrics: I couldn't even hear you on the phone We've been caught up in a one-note monotone I've been living with my head down, comatose Your memory walks as a roving ghost And when I tried to reach her on the phone We got lost in the three-note area code She was soaked into the carpet and her clothes Monument to the fear that has taken host I couldn't even hear you I couldn't even hear you I couldn't even hear you Turn to the left Turn to the right Turn to the left, left, left Gold rush Bleeding hole where the coal was A raging bull where your soul was I love you better when you're kept in check Plastic death, plastic death Suck the marrow till there's nothing left, nothing left Send every message as an SOS, SOS I love you better when you're kept in check There's no mystique Even in death just a cheap pastische We're belly-laughing in the nosebleeds Plastic death, plastic death Suck the marrow 'til there's nothing left, nothing left Send every message as an SOS, SOS I love you better when you're plasticine, in stark submission Trepanation bloodflow Dawn will glean clouds of bone Let your hatred take control In sacred sleep, you will seize Daylight unbound by flesh
