Glasses: round white sunglasses

Kuto’s life no. 45

Post date September 18, 2022

Kuto was always on the alert for danger. He had to be

Kuto was always on the alert for danger. He had to be, living in Eswatini. There were lions and other predators that could take him down if he wasn’t careful. But Kuto was a survivor. He had learned how to read the signs of the animals around him and how to stay out of their way.

One day, Kuto was out walking when he saw a lion in his path. The lion saw Kuto at the same time and started stalking toward him. Kuto knew he couldn’t outrun the lion, so he stood his ground and faced it down. The lion stopped a few feet from him, snarling menacingly. Then it turned and walked away.

Kuto breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the lion disappear into the brush. He knew that he had been lucky this time, but he also knew that he would have to be more careful in future encounters with wild animals if he wanted to stay alive in Eswatini

Kuto’s life no. 877

Post date September 12, 2022

Kuto was born in Croatia to a family of mythological beings. His parents were both anger deities

Kuto was born in Croatia to a family of mythological beings. His parents were both anger deities, and they often fought with each other. As a result, Kuto grew up filled with rage. He had a buzz haircut and dark brown hair that matched his angry demeanor. He wore round white sunglasses and sported a soul patch beard. Kuto always seemed ready for a fight, wearing a black bomber jacket even when it wasn’t necessary.

One day, Kuto’s parents had an argument that turned violent. They began throwing furniture at each other and soon the whole house was in chaos. In the midst of the destruction, Kuto’s father accidentally killed his mother with a piece of flying debris. Enraged, Kuto went after his father with all the fury he could muster but was ultimately unsuccessful in killing him too. His father fled from Croatia and has not been seen since then

Kuto’s life no. 483

Post date September 10, 2022

Kuto was never one for making friends. He preferred to spend his time alone

Kuto was never one for making friends. He preferred to spend his time alone, exploring the world around him and filling his life with wonder. But when he found himself in Georgia, balding and with a blond goatee, he realized that he might have to make an exception.

At first, Kuto tried to ignore the other humans. He pretended they weren’t there, even though their presence was hard to miss. But as time went on, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them. They were so different from anything he had ever known – and yet there was something strangely familiar about them.

One day, Kuto decided to approach one of the humans. The man was older than most of the others, with a balding head and round white sunglasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a grey sweater and looked like he belonged in some kind of horror story.

“Hello,” Kuto said cautiously. “My name is Kuto.”

The man stared at him for a moment before finally speaking up.”And what brings you here?” He asked gruffly.”I’m just curious,” Kuto replied honestly.”Curious about what?” The man inquired.”About everything,” Kuto said with a shrug.”Everything huh?” The man muttered before falling silent again.. After a few moments passed without either of them speaking, the man finally broke it once more by asking:”So tell me then…What exactly is it that you find so interesting about us?”

Kuto’s life no. 849

Post date September 5, 2022

Kuto was in Slovenia when he suddenly realized that his life was filled with terror. He had a grey cyclist cap on his head

Kuto was in Slovenia when he suddenly realized that his life was filled with terror. He had a grey cyclist cap on his head, and his hair color was dark golden brown. His face was shaved, and he wore a round white sunglasses. He also wore a red Arabic shirt. Kuto felt like he needed to get away from everything and go somewhere safe.

He walked for hours, until he came to a small village near the border of Croatia. Kuto decided to stay there for the night, and rent a room at the only inn in town. The innkeeper told him that there were no rooms available, but Kuto insisted on staying anyway.

The innkeeper finally relented, and gave Kuto a key to one of the upstairs bedrooms. As Kuto climbed the stairs, he could hear strange noises coming from some of the other rooms; it sounded like someone was crying or moaning in pain. When he got to his room, he found that it was completely empty except for a single bed in the middle of the floor.