They used to be men. Suits sharp, smiles sharper. Every deal struck was another nail in someone else’s coffin — until the rot caught up to them. Now they sit at the table, undead relics of their own ambition. One grins wide, tongue slithering with hunger, the other drips decay but nods along, hand on the knife, eyes still chasing profit.

This isn’t a meeting. It’s a ritual.  
A feast of power, long after the soul has left the room.  
And yet — the business goes on.

Business Is Rot

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Defy Dog (Blue)

Not possessed.  
Just emotionally co-hosted by a parasite.

just vibing (mentally unwell)

Defy Dog (Arctic)

Defy Dog (Yellow)

MAD DOG

Defy Dog (Purple)

bro saw the moon and went full AAAAOOOOOOO

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