then I distracted myself from the things in my life that make me sad by saturating my brain with entertainment media and empty self-promises that I would work better to improve things starting tomorrow
The telekinetic grip holding him in place gone, Jimothy tumbles to the ground, too mentally tired to push himself back up. The battle continues around him, the blasts of lead hitting cement and makeshift armor ringing deaf unto the child's ears. The worries, the triumphs, and the dying thoughts of those minds fighting the battle, however, pull close and surge over him.
And the thoughts of hundreds are starting to give me a fucking headache, he yells to himself over the roar of the metaphysical crowds.
Wave after wave of foreign information entering his brain, Jimothy once again fights against the rush enough to push himself to a sitting position. Shaking a bit with the energy running it's course, he tries his best to somehow pick and choose from the convictions and fears of the cultists, quickly copying and interjecting these thoughts back between the lines of the same thoughts. Working tirelessly from his silent sitting position, the boy pushes these sparks into one another, moving downward in the spiral until more and more base thoughts charge in.
The flood coming in from cultists side begins to race faster yet, with Jimothy barely keeping pace. Simply grabbing dark thoughts from both sides and ramming them into the insides of cultists', he tries to continue this pattern, darkness multiplied until the entire collective mind of the Alcatraz's threat begins to panic. More and more thoughts of death and despair fly onto his mind's workshop, and peeling back the various layers of badness before seeing that the fractals of worry are there.
The thing you're bummed out is more difficult to fix. Trust me, I know. All I can say is go out and meet new women.
That is literally the only way.
It's gonna be hard and embarassing and all that stuff but it's really your only option. Talk to as many new people as possible and eventually you'll hit someone that is feeling what your throwing down.
I'd say more but this is really just the blind leading the blind here.
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I am so fucking tired you guys
but I still can't sleep
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Fractals of bummed out-ness
Bum fractals
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The thing you're bummed out is more difficult to fix. Trust me, I know. All I can say is go out and meet new women.
That is literally the only way.
It's gonna be hard and embarassing and all that stuff but it's really your only option. Talk to as many new people as possible and eventually you'll hit someone that is feeling what your throwing down.
I'd say more but this is really just the blind leading the blind here.
Often repeated and unhelpful - I have no clue where to meet people, and not the courage, ego, or wit to be able to just start talking to people on the street.
Anyway, let's not.
I really don't even want to fucking talk about it anymore.
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but my dad thought it was stupid and boring
which is basically a guarantee that it's fantastic
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Pretty sure I did!
I should do that sometime
You're correcting the grammar and it will be posted any second????
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Hand in your badge!
oh god
oh god
what have I wrought
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Did you not write it or did you lose it?
Because it's marsh's job to make sure you don't lose them!
I...
I am sort of out of it, past couple of days.
...Well, I do
but now I gotta find something else to do >_>
http://www.audioentropy.com/
wait no that's not right
http://www.audioentropy.com/
So i bought a new computer and starcraft
Now I'm not bummed anymore
then I distracted myself from the things in my life that make me sad by saturating my brain with entertainment media and empty self-promises that I would work better to improve things starting tomorrow
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Most entertainment media sort reminds me of things, though, and, well...
Traits: Telepathy [||] (Power), Immature, Teenager, Street Rat, Hard Knock Life (Shield)
Skills: Alteration 100% Divination 25% Athletics 20% Subterfuge 15% Perception 10% Manipulation 10%
Equipment: Pistol, Gay Blade [|], Black Card
Epitaphs: Lock's Soul, --, --
Injuries: Missing Arm, Burn Scars, Psychic Overflow
The telekinetic grip holding him in place gone, Jimothy tumbles to the ground, too mentally tired to push himself back up. The battle continues around him, the blasts of lead hitting cement and makeshift armor ringing deaf unto the child's ears. The worries, the triumphs, and the dying thoughts of those minds fighting the battle, however, pull close and surge over him.
And the thoughts of hundreds are starting to give me a fucking headache, he yells to himself over the roar of the metaphysical crowds.
Wave after wave of foreign information entering his brain, Jimothy once again fights against the rush enough to push himself to a sitting position. Shaking a bit with the energy running it's course, he tries his best to somehow pick and choose from the convictions and fears of the cultists, quickly copying and interjecting these thoughts back between the lines of the same thoughts. Working tirelessly from his silent sitting position, the boy pushes these sparks into one another, moving downward in the spiral until more and more base thoughts charge in.
The flood coming in from cultists side begins to race faster yet, with Jimothy barely keeping pace. Simply grabbing dark thoughts from both sides and ramming them into the insides of cultists', he tries to continue this pattern, darkness multiplied until the entire collective mind of the Alcatraz's threat begins to panic. More and more thoughts of death and despair fly onto his mind's workshop, and peeling back the various layers of badness before seeing that the fractals of worry are there.
It's bad vibes all the way down.
That is literally the only way.
It's gonna be hard and embarassing and all that stuff but it's really your only option. Talk to as many new people as possible and eventually you'll hit someone that is feeling what your throwing down.
I'd say more but this is really just the blind leading the blind here.
but I still can't sleep
Bum fractals
What's your character name and ID?
Mine is Stilts and 189, respectively.
Often repeated and unhelpful - I have no clue where to meet people, and not the courage, ego, or wit to be able to just start talking to people on the street.
Anyway, let's not.
I really don't even want to fucking talk about it anymore.
Never helps.
my bad
All my friends are getting married. It's pretty annoying.
I have spared you all tonight.
gasp!
Steam
this is totally a thing now
yessss