Hey there! I'm pretty new to the rescue team boards :3 But I thought it would be a good idea to raise awareness about a rescue team out there that's harassing other teams, and even clients!

They call themselves Team Meanies, they're comprised of a Gengar who calls himself Gary, and a Medicham and Ekans. This team of ruffians has stolen my team's mail once before, and have attempted to coerce a child client into joining their team! They say their goal is "world domination," but somehow it feels like that's code for something different...? I don't really know - my point is, these guys are bad news!

Has anyone run into this fake rescue team before? If so, I think we should talk about them here. I'm considering writing up a report to whoever's in charge of rescue teams in town, so we can hopefully get them unlicensed, or... Whatever. Do rescue teams need licenses...? Hm. Well, what do you guys think? Tell me your experiences!

if so perhaps you would like a place to talk about your troubles

whats keeping me awake is so embarrassing i dare not name it

I AM FOWNDING MY OWN COLNY AND THE OWNLY PEOPLE WHO ARE WELCOME HERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW SHIT

IF YOU KNOW SHIT, FUCK OFF

i sure as shit need to talk about mine so you guys can talk about yours here if you want but fuck i need this off my chest N O W

hes a brunette like he's only an earth adept which is funny because you'd think after events that will only be referred to here as All That Shit i'd be a size queen (badum-tsh) (im miserable) and like god his antennae formed in the stupidest way LIKE ones tiny and the other is super long it's ADORABLE and i hate it

its so fucked up how easy it is to get trapped in his eyes too (which are nice in a pretty ordinary way i mean they're there BUT THEYRE HIS) like im supposed to be antagonizing him what if when trying to verbally destroy him i accidentally start rambling about his eyes im honest to gods afraid of that happening and it's like almost a completely rational fear to have

he wears these stupid goggles too like they don't even do anything im pretty sure he's not a pilot like he's such a fucking dweeb it's unreal but they make his eyes look even bigger im SOOO MAD

it's the worst like i wanna just grab his face and kiss him harder than he's ever been kissed before i wanna be his first for everything someday (ITS THAT BAD LIKE YOU ARE FUCKED U P WHEN YOU START THINKING ABOUT GETTING MARRIED AND SHIT LIKE GODS self GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF????)

fuck i want him so bad it's getting to the point that whenever i lie down to sleep im thinking about him i hate this i hate everyone good NIGHT

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(ooc note: this thread wasn't made "without permission" it's just for fun)

i only learned vaguely of solkeras in life as someone who thought i would never end up here and thus didn't need to learn about it

is anyone else here?

haha ok wow where to begin

ok well! new housing situation i find myself in a sprawling rococo-slash-actual-space-observatory nightmare which is actually more cash than it sounds but make no mistake this is a fucking monstrosity of a home it is HUGE

consider also that it's a brain house, like my head and a squid prince from the stars (OK WAIT YIKES I DIDNT THINK OF IT THAT WAY BEFORE LOL I HAVE A TYPE I GUESS YIKESSSS)'s head kinda just came together like chocolate and peanut butter but instead of a delightful confectionery snack known to the world as Reese's(c) Peanut Bubber(tm) Cupz we have ended up with a place to call home

and ok like it's really nice i guess i cant process anything good without first calling it bad but it's good there's a lot of cool stuff here it's a comfortable living space and i don't ALWAYS feel completely on edge which is new? anyway

so my roommate fucked up. not gonna name names or anything but he fucked up i think he wanted to fix the world or something but like literally everyone who takes it upon themselves to get that done in a day, he ended up making it worse? so i mean, a universal story i guess does that make sense?

and like... ok so i thought he was taking all this WAY too well for what it is but the more i pay attention to him the more im like, 99% sure he's just not addressing it mentally. like not even actively ignoring it just, pointedly not Going There in his own head ever like he's not engaging with his own head on any level deeper than the shallowest of shallow depths

so he's majorly fucked up over his failure he keeps talking like he can still fix it somehow? but idk like if you were here you would agree, it doesn't seem likely. there's only so many times you can drop a vase on the floor before you forget what pieces you glued together in which way - or hell, you just can't glue these tiny shards at ALL anymore. he's on drop number, like - 100 by now like this world is dead as shit the only people still alive are immortals like him and i

im not even kidding there are times when i just find him staring off in the distance smiling and not even doing anything just totally spaced out staring at the wall or like,  staring like he can see THROUGH the walls and im saying as someone with a fucked up brain, he's starting to freak me out really bad

i mean i guess im more trying to say im concerned or worried but that feels weird to say. let's pretend that's what i said

there's all kinds of other terrible awful bad factors at play here too but those aren't important i guess im just like... what the fuck do i do?? ive never been anyone's rock before this is like, brand new territory

i wanna open his eyes at least to the fact that this world is done, it'll never be okay again because of what he did but like i want the big point i guess to be more like... redemption??? which again, also new. someone fucks up by you, you kill them, that's how ive always been. but IDK i dont think i could kill him. no one knows me better than he does now and he doesn't even judge me or think im bad and he doesn't act all shocked when im just being myself he doesn't get all like, patronizing or condescending and act like i should just Stop having a fuckbrain so idk things are too good with him and i wanna return the favor

shit im rambling IDK what to do

Sorry for the depressing title. I have lived with leprosy for a very long time now, I can hardly feel my fingers even now. I think they might fall off soon and then I can't do anything.

I ran away from my home village after I killed an old woman about two years ago. There's my confession. I didn't mean to. I thought I would be weaker than her when she attacked me because she thought I was bad luck and killing me would make the bad luck go away. I guess I wasn't weaker than her. I ran straight to the desert, hoping I would die out here somewhere, but I guess I wasn't meant to yet. For some reason, I was meant to spend a few years with a god who wants nothing to do with me, though I'm lucky he has been kind enough to point me in the direction of accessible food and water. The things I feel for this god, I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone.

I'm sorry. I think I just want to know: Will the afterlife be any happier? Or will I disappear when I die? I think I'm more scared of that than anything, living a life like this and then just... Disappearing without a trace.

they're about this high (very small), they actually both look quite a bit like me - you see, they are my brothers. my younger brother just has darker hair and my youngest brother has almost blonde hair. younger brother's nursing a beard, youngest one doesn't even have one. if it weren't for how small he is, i would wonder if he and i are even related, truth be told.

i've been told they both happened to have tumbled off the side of the mountain, by providence or some sort of suicidal personal choice, but they land they have fallen into is treacherous, and they have not heard the stories father told me as i was expected to take the throne so i was let in on quite a few more family secrets.

the valley of a'jele is a dangerous world, kindly on the outside but positively rotting from within, it is ruled by a malevolent deity named MALOR (the prefix mal- is even in his name, how do you not get that this is an evil, evil man?). or rather, it was, until my father and his priests and soldiers managed to seal away the god's power into eleven different gemstones, scattered across the land in places he cannot find or reach, as he is constrained to his white coffin. however i understand he is still very much alive, as you cannot kill a god simply by sealing it away. but you can't kill it without sealing it or weakening it either, as i was ordered to descend the mountain the day i took the crown to kill off whatever remnants of this once-mighty deity still exist.

and then my idiot brothers fell, and i would have to presume, being idiots, that they're ruining everything. i should suppose onsett is running around thinking he's deceiving MALOR, planning to stab him in the back one day, and knowing cognet, that sensitive little rose, he's probably in love with the demon.

if you've seen anyone fitting these descriptions, please, tell me IMMEDIATELY. or perhaps just explain to me what exactly i did to deserve such stupid siblings.