Mormon Icasas's Questionnaire

Mormon lives in a place with no name with his lovely wife Maple. Though you could say they live in District 11 in general. They live there because it is closer to Lobotomy Corp which means Maple can still spend time with Mormon on certain days. The home is a small wooden house that is well-cleaned. It has a backyard too, and lots of security because of Mormon's job as a rewarded gastronomist. He also likes to grill food. Though he has lots of security it doesnt matter since Mormon was from the backstreets and was supported because he fed people in the backstreets secretly. Some backstreets kids have tasted things so much better than anything the wings ever had.

Mormon gets his money from part-time work as a gastronomist and full-time work as an lcorp agent. Though he has invested in stocks and stuff and has also made a huge investment to Maple's job Hamhampangpang. He spends it on good ingredients, toys for backstreets kids, and materials for anything. He knows a lotta guys in the backstreets. One time he bought a nice watch and went to a party. He lost the watch and while looking for it he saw a man stepping on it while harassing somebody. He was beaten up because "nobody does that to a woman. not on my watch"

Mormon came from the backstreets. His father left and his mom was a whore. His father cut off his tongue and seared it to slow regeneration. He had a shitty childhood being beaten up and cut because he couldnt speak and that seemed to show disrespect. It wasnt until he turned 17 that his tongue came back and he could taste. Suddenly he realized, he lost 17 years of being able to feel the joy of tasting. So he must taste all there is to taste. He suddenly did great in his studies, served in the military, and became a renowned gastronomist to attain as many tastes as possible until he feels complete. He would absolutely killed for it and even ate human flesh of a guy who intruded his home with weapons.

The only way i could ever be able is to get my own car to go with my dad to work on the house for a month and a month before he goes back home to get his own place to go back home to do my mom is a good thing because she is the only one who has to go back and i have no choice and she has no other car and she doesn't want me there and she has a job and she has to go to work and she has to go home to get the house wyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyeyyeyeyeyeyeyeyyeyeyeye

this was all typed via autocorrect 

Maple:

Maple is his wife. He love her so much that he feels near-complete thanks to her and is happy to die because of that. She is the head chef in a branch of Hamhampangpang, and she has the same amount of insanity as Mormon. She's just nicer in a sense.

Gene: 

the one that is more of an issue of her personality than anything in this book or any of her books that i read about it and she has been very helpful to my family in my career as well and she is very kind to my friends who have a great relationship and she has been really nice and supportive to my friends in my family so far. Also this was typed via autocorrect

Angela: His boss in lcorp. She told him that she was a god and if he ate her he would feel complete. But he must first serve well. Angela is a robot but mormon doesnt know that. If angela ever tells him to kill maple, he will kill himself.

He had a shitty childhood. He had no tongue, no friends, no nothing. All he had was his grades and eventually taste. His mother, Sheila Icasas, was a whore and a drunkard. She wasted her life away to take as many drugs as humanly possible. Name a drug and she has taken it at least 500 times. She tends to beat mormon, calling him the devil child and feeding him tasteless slop since he had no tongue. 

His father, Angelo Icasas, is a part of the thumb. He was known as the rapist. He cut off mormons tongue at birth and then left. He had harmed more than hundreds of women sexually, and harmed the leftover kids even more. He is a monster. Eventually a wing killed him and mormon shat on his corpse before burying him. 

Mormon attended school but never fit in because of his tongue and father. He was always brought to near death and created new voices in his head to cope with the constant concussions hed endure.

He has been in love actually. With only one person, his wife maple.

You know what happened already so ima just use keyboard autocorrect has been my favorite part lol and he was the only person who was in the house for the last couple days and he had to go out to eat with his friends so he had a lot to say and i just got home from the hospital so he had a good laugh at the way i looked and i didn't feel bad for it but he just said it to be a good joke to him 

Nothing is a worst fear except his wife dying without him to be with her in hell or heaven idk

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He has a golden fork he uses for taste tests. He got it when he was a gastronomist and it was gifted to him by his team who fully respects him despite his personality. He treasures it deeply.

The tar ridden penitent solitude is something special to him as it was made with the help of a kind abnormality who enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed hers. 

anyways autocorrect time to go to the moon is the time of day for him and his son and son to be the one who are the best to be with the other two and to make the most out of the world to make him happy and the rest is the only way he is a good friend and i think that is the only reason i love you have to do it is the most amazing person i hope you are the best friend 

hunger. the guy is fucking hungry. 


oh yeah anywasy 

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

1. Cook
2. Work on monster
3. Cook

anyways

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

Well he chose to only go to special places that Maple would wanna go though there arent many bc it's the city. His last outing with Maple was on top of a really tall tower where they could eat dinner and watch the city light view. What he did to prepare was actually go there 12 hours earlier to set up the place with lights, decor, etc. Then he'd change into a nice outfit he gets fixed up every time he gives his tailor his favorite meal. He would also setup a live-cooking station so that he and his wife can eat fresh food. This outing was 2 weeks ago and then did Maple find her favorite view of the city. His suits usually go from a 4-piece red with white shoes to a 3-piece black with grey shoes. And well, you know the time for getting ready. 12 hours.

He will probably not tell anybody about his birthday which is I guess May 25 if he doesnt have a canon birthday yet. He's in lcorp and wants to focus on helping the agents rather than the agents wasting time on something as trivial as a birthday. If they make a cake for mormon, he will love it and eat the entire cake infront of them in one go. It's what he does when his wife gives him a cake to signify his true gratitude and joy. So mormon wont let anyone know of his birthday, but hed appreciate it if someone knew and remembered. A cake would just be a nice bonus.

• (1) The hungry weeps, the hungry runs, the fruit sticks to my skin (2) Perversion of human nature’s law, under the hand of what once was human in heart, the iron taints my hands (3) Crunch, Shlop, Rip, the tears stick to our clothing (4)wondering how, how does one offer their life, if their life is the one being offered to the red of pomegranate on my face (5) i hold you, i embrace you i embrace you with my maw _ (6)Pain, confusion, blind. Where art thou savior, where art thou pomegranate (7)joy, relief, despair why come forth to take me, i am already yours your tears mix with my fruit (8)my leg, my arm, my mouth all yours why today my soprano mixes with the noise (9)people watch, let them stare what does it mean to die (10do you love me mormon? could you kill me mormon? do you love me so much that only you can have me? (11)worry, regret, acceptance love me love me so much you could kill me eat me mormon love me so much that you could eat me __ (12)you are gone, i am here you are here with me. for i taste your love i loved your pomegranates the only one of its kind (13)you are still with me why are you still with me the pomegranate sticks to my tongue (14)leroy, why am i the only one speaking? you are still with me (edited)
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It's fucking food. It's just food. food and vitamins

anyways heres a story written by chatgpt:

There was this guy named Jake, a solid football player, always bringing his A-game. It’s a Friday night, big match under the stadium lights. The play starts, Jake's running the ball, weaving through defenders like a pro. But out of nowhere, one of the opponents grabs at him, trying to make a tackle. Instead of bringing Jake down, the guy grabs his shorts—yanks 'em clean off!

Jake, now in just his compression shorts, doesn't even flinch. He’s in the zone, still running for the touchdown. The crowd gasps, then bursts into laughter, but Jake’s too focused to care. He dodges a couple more tackles, legs pumping, crowd roaring. And wouldn’t you know it, he crosses into the end zone, touchdown!

Jake was always the star of his team, known for his speed and unshakeable focus. That night, the stadium was packed, lights blinding, fans roaring. The pressure was on, but Jake thrived in it. The play was set, and as soon as the whistle blew, he bolted down the field, dodging defenders with ease.

But then, disaster struck. A defender lunged at him, missing the tackle but snagging the waistband of Jake's shorts instead. With one sharp tug, his shorts were gone, left behind in the grass, while Jake kept sprinting—now in nothing but his tight black compression shorts.

For a split second, he felt the cool breeze and the weight of every eye in the stadium on him. But quitting wasn’t Jake’s style. He pushed through, juking past two more defenders, adrenaline surging. The crowd’s laughter morphed into cheers as he crossed the end zone, scoring in the most unforgettable fashion.

mormon has no religion. he believes that he will just die and thatll be it

heres another chat gpt story:

In the freezing plains of Antarctica, Maya, a skilled soccer player with a love for adventure, found herself on the strangest mission yet. She had joined a research team for an extreme soccer match, but things took a bizarre turn when an experiment went wrong. One of the scientists accidentally brought a banana to life.

This wasn’t just any banana—it was sentient, self-aware, and surprisingly fast. And it had one goal: escape. As soon as it took off across the icy tundra, Maya grabbed a soccer ball and chased after it. The banana zigzagged through the snow, slipping and sliding on the ice, but it was quick, dodging every kick like it was born for the game.

Maya’s determination kicked in. She sprinted, heart pounding, eyes locked on the banana. After a dramatic chase, she finally dribbled the ball towards it, trapping the banana between her foot and the ice. Victory, at last!

I cry

im too lazy to expound so fuck you here's lyrics to a parody of a song based on our lcorp campaign

1. Goodluck Boy! - written by - Rappell Joann sung by - Bald Bill/Headcanon Bi Bill
   
   Headcanon story: Jarred Jill tells Bi Bill that he couldnt love him because of his family that both hates the gays and hates the wings. and also bc now more soldatos attack lcorp bc of two traitors. and that he had to marry a woman and have kids to start a lineage free from the wings and free from the grasp of the fingers.
   
   B: “Jarred, why are you leaving me?” J: “It’s not that im leaving y-“ B: “OF COURSE IT’S THAT.” J: “No, Bil-“ B: “OH OF COURSE. SO YOUD RATHER CHOOSE YOUR SHITTY FAMILY WHO HATES WHO YOU ARE OVER ME.” J: “…” B: “what? nothing to say? you cant express your feelings through a canvas and some paint this time JJ.” J: “im sorry. i just dont want you to be in danger” B: “yeah? well im sorry too” throws him and his stuff out and locks the door

    

    

    

    

    

    

    

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The perfect room that Mormon would like is very close to the dorm but his room back at home is truly perfect. There's a bed, a microwave, a small table, a tv, a nice balcony, a small bathroom to shit well in, a small fridge, and more. Mormon likes decorating and his and Maple's styles seem to work well together. Mormon likes to keep some of the cold herbs in his room since it's regularly air conditioned. So they get fresh basil and more while enjoying the cold. Fun right? Anyways ima double this for exp

The perfect room that Mormon would like is very close to the dorm but his room back at home is truly perfect. There's a bed, a microwave, a small table, a tv, a nice balcony, a small bathroom to shit well in, a small fridge, and more. Mormon likes decorating and his and Maple's styles seem to work well together. Mormon likes to keep some of the cold herbs in his room since it's regularly air conditioned. So they get fresh basil and more while enjoying the cold. Fun right?

During an interview at Index


Mormon (M): "Cooking is not a talent. It is a capability of all people to cook. But making some good fucking food? Yeah that's a talent."
Interviewer (I): "So what makes you think you're the best at cooking?"
M: "I don't think I am. It's just a rumor spread by some people. Nobody can truly confirm that they are the best at something. That best of something is probably never going to be known unless they find the opportunities that I got."
I: "And how does it feel to know that you cant truly know if you're the best?"
M: "Relieved."
I: "Why?"

M: "It means that my cooking isn't the pinnacle of cuisine and culinary capability. It means that I'm not the limit to how tasty one can make food. Which means people will eventually be able to experience greater flavor and satisfaction in their stomach. And that will continue to be the case after I die."
I: "Sir, as a partner of Maple Icasas's branch of Hamhampangpang and as a renowned gastronomist, the records of restaurants in both the wings and the backstreets state that your main restaurant, Dynamika, is the best out of all big restaurants out there. Surely you cannot deny that."
M: *takes out two things from his pockets*
M: "What am I holding, miss?"
I: "U-uhm, a raisin and a f-fresh date? I'm confused Mr. Icasas"
M: "I want you to bite into the date, and then eat the raisin."
I: *eats without hesitation*
M: "Now tell me, which was sweeter?"
I: "The raisin?"
M: "So why do we only care about the big things out there?"
I: "I-"
M: "Of all the places I have been to, I want you to know this. I-no, DYNAMIKA, is better than all big restaurants of The City. But that's it. There's a reason why we have the term 'hidden gems' miss. All there is to my gem is that it's well-cut and on display."
Audience: *excessive murmuring*
I: "Do you ever plan on improving Dynamika to keep its title?"
M: "I dont know. But remember this: The least I can do for my customers, is my best."
I: "And that's all. Thank you for coming Mr. Mormon."

M: "I have three fears. Death, imprisonment, and injustice."
I: "Interesting. A-are you sure it's fine for us to air it?"
M: "You know what, I guess not. But want me to elaborate anyways? Let's make it something between me and your cast."
I: "A-alright" she says with a smile
M: "Now then, death. The kind of death I fear in particular is an early death. That is because I have this silly goal of tasting every single taste ever. If I don't try to fulfill this goal until I'm physically unfit, I won't forgive myself is all."
I: "Why stick to suck a silly goal?"
M: "The goal feels like a part of me. It's like if I was a smoke addict and this was my smoke. I am mentally but willingly bound to this goal."
I: "Interesting. What about imprisonment?"
M: "Hmm. Capture and imprisonment...I guess because it hinders my goal? It also means that I can't cook for people."
I: "What about your time with your wife?"
M: "Oh she'll find me eventually. Trust me...love her to death though."
I: "*chuckle* Well alright"
M: "Injustice. It has nothing to do with cooking honestly. It just feels really mentally scarring if one were to escape justice by my hand you know? Like if someone almost killed a child and ran away before I could report them to the police."
I:  "Hm. What would it take to break them?"
M: "If my fears get in the way of being able to help someone who deserves help, I'll break it. If I might die from saving some kid from a pedo, I'll break it. If I have to stay captured to keep a good one alive, I'll break it. And if letting go of my justice is what can help someone good in life, I'll break it."
I: "I see. Well that is good to know. No object-based phobias?"
M: "*snicker* none. don't worry. oh also, i do plan to give you and your cast some Dynamika takeout."
I: "Aw why thank you. Time to go on air again"
M: "Yep"

I...dont know what I will do. In Lobotomy corp, you sign your life away. I wish I knew just how horrible it would be. 

Editor note: im so sleepy so im not writing anymore. im just gonna spame words