MOUTHOLE Erfolge

In just one life, you mastered reality and reached into your own throat to claim your reward.

You beat the ghost on the Scale Speedway, ensuring his spirit is cursed to complete fast, nice laps until time ends.

You've slipped so far down your own FASHIONHOLE that there may be no saving you.

Let me patch you up.

You're going to get to the bottom of this.

...

Nothing comes between you and something.

Your winnings will surely bring lasting happiness.

Keep your mouth closed in polite company.

Smile wide and the world will shrug its indifference back at you.

Hope nobody else was planning on buying anything anytime soon.

Some mornings you just have to. Don't worry. Really, it's okay.

You purported too purposefully, and into the wrong personnel. Be more careful next time, kid.

You went to sleep on the floor.

You opened all of your eyes wide and revelled in their cacophonous din.

The more you see, the less you know. Your cursor strayed from the screen.

You feel a decade older after that ordeal, but a goal's a goal.

You played a familiar melody.

Nnyerrrhrr.

You read the WORM's private diary. All of it. After everything else you've done?

Enjoy yourself however you see fit. It's your life... I guess...

In the race to stop seeing, you're actually quite quick.

You spun the snail, fast.

Go on, let it all out.