[@Obscene Symphony]
>you walk back into your metaphorical house
>you drape your metaphorical coat over the chair, metaphorically dripping on the the floor, from the metaphorical dreary rain outside.
>you sigh metaphorically
>these metaphors, this lack of motivation
>it kills you [metaphorically]
>you metaphorically trudge to your room, metaphorically kicking off your shoes before you enter; they, too, metaphorically dripdrop
>you enter your room; you metaphorically close your door
>you metaphorically sit down in your chair
>you metaphorically stare at the screen of your computer; a half dozen roleplays, all unanswered
>you metaphorically sigh, and turn away
>a metaphorical bolt of lightning!
>metaphorically, you flinch, cringe, wince, away from the sudden metaphorical shadow on the wall
>metaphor-BOOM!
>more metaphorical lightning
>suddenly, you a petrified
>you have failed
>literally, not at all metaphorically
>metaphorically, you wet your pants
>because you have literally failed
>never in your metaphorical life have you failed so literally
>it is metaphorically depressing
>you must make up for this literal failure
>[i]you must literally write once more[/i]
>otherwise, the literalness of your favor will literally kill all the innocent baby animals of the world
>[b]EVERY. LAST. ONE.[/b]
>It is literally up to you now. Metaphorically, there is nothing else you can do. Literally, you must right.



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or something, I don't even know.