by illwill1 October 03, 2009
The land full of hope and pride. A place only tormented by the Dracula cult. A paradise without beauty. The only place where teens sit all day talking about lolis and how they wish that anime girls were real, The only place with a melon and a sandwich that beat each other. The only place with a demented cult of furry simps that pray to Dracula every night before bed. This is Empyreal. A land made great by the god of Jazz himself. Every day he has to face the burden of talking to annoying people.
Jazz: Hey melon I just woke up
Melon: Just let me enjoy Empyreal
Jazz: Hey melon I just ate
Melon: Just let me enjoy Empyreal
Dracula: * breaths*
Every furry there: THIS IS WHY EMPYREAL IS SO GOOD
Melon: Just let me enjoy Empyreal
Jazz: Hey melon I just ate
Melon: Just let me enjoy Empyreal
Dracula: * breaths*
Every furry there: THIS IS WHY EMPYREAL IS SO GOOD
by Father of jazz March 29, 2021