The Seventh Day of Banquet.

A little footnote that Sorrel Dusk is down for customising writings written in Indonesia! Best believe his go-to genres consist of something soul-crushing, devastating, agonising, heart-rending, anguishing, and what not! You may check our most recent results written by him and if you are tempted enough, shoot us a swift shot. ;)

Dewfall, beholders, apologies if perchance we are plaguing your soothing slumber. Cutting chases and gushes, we are here to highlight our discomfort that we can barely withstand in regard to @Banqueat's disapproval of plagiarism or inspiration based on our trademarks, be it for public appearance or personal profile of yours. We are grown weary of a few outputs of one's trademark we derived that's akin to Banqueat's. Hence in pursuance of aforesaid statements, we will not remain silent and tolerant to any form of plagiarism or inspiration without our knowledge. With that being said, in case you come across any resemblance beyond our approval, you are obligated to address it directly to us. May we cease causing inconvenience by disrespecting the art of writing through copyright infringement.

Apart from it, we are aware of our lack of appearance that may cause unpleasant notions of our absence, but truth is, we are still within your reach. However, Sorrel Dusk (@Godstarved) has been out of touch due to certain obstacles that cease him to be at your disposal, that being said, if perchance your commisions are within his service, expect his late previews/results. As for now, you may reach out to me, Red Dawn (@WoeBeGod or @AchingTeethBot) for any questions or concerns you have in mind. That shall be it, thank you!

Aaaannd shall we bridge an end to our offers today! We have quite a lot of grats to feed you with our assistance in writing fields. As for those who have sent their forms, expect our personal approach sooner along with the pre-views. Seize our sincerity, we wish to catch you sooner, good people!

Attention, people! As we are stepping nearer to the end, we provide more slots (OCCUPIED) for those who require a writing commission from us, certainly zero pennies in return. May you draw nearer to us with your well-detailed form! We await!

Dewfall, wandering beholders! Decades off with no imprint, herewith our epistle pours; we would delight to bring forth a few attempting favours to tint atop your vacant script, in other words, we are eyeing on individuals who necessitate personalised assistance in writing, be it customised ones or whatnot. First off, we would like to highlight essential points in advance as well, which conclude;

ㅡ This offer costs zero pennies, and you are untied from any charges. For we are expecting an assesment of our services, the honest review ought to be sent forth in return.
ㅡ We remain open merely for customising ones which consist of love letter, channel’s content, poem and other pieces of poetry, also some required writings for one’s personal usage.
— The agreement letter that we provide has to be filled out in details and requires the comprehensible usage of words. Our hands are merely one message apart for those who are in need of assistance and discussion.
— Due to incapacity we are currently encountering, shall there be any limitations. It would be composed of: (1.) We do not accept short length writings including personal account and or channel’s biography, also some other stuffs that are merely consisting of 70 - 140 characters. (2.) One person is permitted to lay a hold of one customising writing. The slot remains open for five people and we dispense maximum five pieces of writing only.

(Footnote.) Considering we set limitation which includes preferences in writing, you may have a look at this comment section below.

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I tear your skin until I am able to sit upon its throne of meat. I drink your crimson blood, I soak into your scarlet veins—let it drench through my throat until it becomes sore. Let my guts state its hunger, let my tongue yearn for the taste.

AND WE GNAW ON OUR FEAST,
SINNED TO THE PREY AS THE BEAST.
It is where I end, and you begin.
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WE WERE BORN FROM WOMBS SHARDED BY CANINES. From hearts laden with vermin. From gut that bathed in famine. We were born when the moon shrieked in agony, its surface bled and dreary. We were born from dirt. I was born from dirt. You were the waters that laved me until I was sinking. 

You shall shove me in between your molars.

Don’t you dare to spit me out.

Salvation ... Or ... Starvation?
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