arra

Welcome to my twisted rind.

— Haha, get it? Because I'm a lemon! You can tell I'm extremely fucking cool.

This site's still a massive work in progress, but then again we are all continuous works in progress ourselves. Mm, very deep, yes. Just pretend there's something cool here. There will be soon. Maybe. Someday.

Arra J Reai

Reai shortly after having her limbs obliterated by ninth dimensional terrorbeings in 2020.
Born Tomorrow
Died October 16, 2024
Cause of death Assassination (eye lasers)
Status Lived, bitch (?!)
Species Citrus limon
Occupation Lemon · artist · writer · polymath · layabout · crash test dummy · lead paint chip eater · menace to society · Einstein of our times · macaroni fucker
Notable work A Hero's Feast · Take 2 · Hindenburg disaster
Height 5'7" (alleged)
3'2" (actual)

Autobiography

my name, as you can probably tell from it being plastered all over this site, is arra j. reai. [the j stands for "j".] i've been teaching myself html since before i developed object permanence. i'm not old enough to remember the alamo or the 90s, but i am old enough to remember a less garbage web, so here i am. i'm sorry if you wanted to use the url "arra" but i snagged it before you did. except kinda not really though lmao

more about me

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Assassination

On October 16, 2024, Kameron Pierce, realizing how significant the date would be to Arra, flew into a fit of rage and blew her to smithereens with his heat vision before she could make any arrangements on his behalf. Her will stated that she would designate her grave to be a gender-neutral bathroom, not because she was a particularly abhorrent person in life, but because you just gotta pee sometimes. She was seen walking around alive and perfectly fine the very next day, and responded to inquiries about her death with "I got better."