I waited until I'd gotten the full picture to say anything because I wasn't sure what to think. To be completely honest with you I still don't know what to think. The technical aspect of your writing definitely puts you ahead, but as interested as I was in finishing this I didn't really care what happened. This piece was more notable for its intensity and form than for its base story or characters. Told a moderately interesting story in a very interesting way I suppose. That's pretty much all I can say without wondering what I'm talking about. Whatever, I suppose. Not like any crit you'd get from me would be worth the time it takes to read it. I had fun, hope you did too.
I read that and nearly cried tears of joy until I realized you were posting and your life hadn't gotten you out of this hell hole. Hi.
I actually laughed out loud at that. I appreciate you very much.
Yeah. That's pretty nearly exactly what I mean. Observing is always a good thing in itself because it's learning, which I like. Though I tend to...
I wish I could think as fast as you with better focus and less word mashing because I often do the precise opposite. I think so much before I act...
I can never type as fast as my brain thinks due, in large part, to my unfortunate inability to type without numerous mistakes and habit of thought...
I would like to try but you know so I windmill upside down, knowing you'll come at me again, 'cause I feel your shadow pass above me.
I laughed too much.
Do not fret lad, you shall fall onto a soft, squishy, and in generally quite posh, pile of phonies who will, with their falsehood, break your fall...
Stuff I drew that I knew would leave no physical trace within the next few days. That said I like this stuff better than most of what I draw. Maybe you'll share the opinion. CnC if you like. Second image is large. Spoiler Spoiler
Someone missed the double meaning and I'm sure it wasn't me.
I seriously wonder how you keep breathing.
Limericks are fun and easy apparently. A man by the name of Duquesne Would saunter along down the lane Till tripped by a broom He fell with a boom And never did saunter again Was told by a man I was lame That I couldn't ever gain fame Beat the poor bugger Like I was a mugger And oh yes I forgot "The Game"
Some kind of octopus tearing my shell apart, letting the sea get in you make my insides outside~ Oh don't mind me. I'm just predicting the things...
I'm sorry Goodbye
O_o; could this be the end of me?
Fourdayslaterreplyduetonotlogginginonweekdays: Yeah. Finding the walls is always the most important/difficult part in Night Mode. But it gives me...
1986 was a good year. Chernobyl and such.
Cool site. Makes me a little motion sick though.
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