<Snipped quote by Retired>
Competing apps at dawn.
Got my face claim all lined up:
What time is dawn in Canada?
Enarr
Member
STATUS:
I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
9 mos ago
- Last Seen: 14 days ago
- Old Guild Username: nightrunner
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 1782 (0.39 / day)
- VMs: 22
-
Username history
- Enarr 6 yrs ago
- ████████████ 6 yrs ago
- ███████████ 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Sep,
blitzenglie,
Master Bruce,
SkyeOfStars,
Scrawl Banditta,
Captain Uni,
Evil Ghost Note,
Neziul,
AliceAbigail,
Veilsight
Status
Recent Statuses
9 mos ago
Current
I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
2
likes
Bio
Twelve years ago, I said something on this website that continues to embarrassing me to this day. I was a stupid kid, like most, but I've never quite gotten the taste out of my mouth. Anyone who knew me at the time can tell you about it.
I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.
I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.
You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.
I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.
I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.
You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.
Most Recent Posts
What time is dawn in Canada?
So, pitching kind of in the dark here. Any room for a take on the Lone Ranger from Dynamite's 2006 run? I was told that all arcs have to be in the modern day, so I'd probably do a modern retelling. (Overseas U.S Ranger gets killed, resurrected and get's vengeance on those that killed him and his squad.) Probably doing some One-Man The Losers kind of shit.
No (Good to see you, though). It's actually only the Big Two (tons of room, anyhow).
<Snipped quote by Bounce>
We'll carry you in our hearts.
And our trunks if necessary.
Well shit That sucks. Sorry to see you go, Bouncer, but I understand. No worries, though. You'll be back. You see, sir, you've always been here.
Shhh! He'll find out about the clones!
@Roman, how nice of you to join us.
The Weapon X Facility, Canada
The Summer of 2018
Weapon Ten howled victorious, standing tall over than the rest
All agreed he wasn't particularly nice, but at what he did he was the best.
No, nono. "Weapon Ten howled triumphant"?
?
Ms. Carol Hines scritched and scratched at her notepad until it had been widdlled away to little more than a on ocean of black, encapsulating a tiny yellow patch. Her poem was terrible. It was awful. She'd always wanted to be a poet or some famous writer. She'd always wanted to be a star. But instead she had wound up hitching her wagon to the tail of the great dragon. She hoped she would be like Emily Dickinson and one day be a goddess herself, the collective unconscious' favorite citizen.
She chews on her pen's tip before feeling her reigns snag. Man, she'd give anything to smoke, just a touch, just a tad. Just to sip the ichor of the capitalist gods, for a moment, if she could take a nice, slow drag. She still hadn't gotten paid. She felt like this whole operation would go bad. Carol suspected deep down that she'd never have enough money, she'd never be incorruptible like her beautiful but decayed mommy. She doubted she could even do as well as Gwen Stefany.
In the open space on her notepad, she slathered lead across the surface generously, scratching her vision for the perfect couplet into the optical spectrum.
With the helmet over his head, Logan lives in a void, like drowning in shadow. There's a disturbance, like a cyclone blasting the ocean of darkness to bits.
"Now If you wouldn't mind I would like to blew, and if you wouldn't mind I would like to lose". The currents cut through him, chilling his spine like a patriarch chills a beer before the start of 'the game'. "Love myself, better than you." His nipples tighten up, harder than the vibranium in his claws.There's a quick couple of pops. The darkness comes to a rolling boil, searing all flesh not under the helmet. Burning through his shag and ringing his nerves like a fianceé, until the helmet offers no protection either. There's a quartet of percussive clicks that grab Logan by the ears and drag him face first into the furious atmosphere that abused the rest of his body. He could see the world beyond the grainy footage that had been fed to him. He was alive, or something like that.
<Snipped quote by Nightrunner>
Be a good idea. You only have but a few hours...
It's halfway done. Just gotta tidy it up, really. Need some writing music. Probably gonna go with Love Songs For The Retarded or One Winged Angel, or something like that.
<Insert Scott Snyder writing @Byrd Man telling NR to "POOOOOST goddammit!>
<Snipped quote by Star Lord>
I don't know, what does this look like?
An Android incursion on Fort Wayne. I tried to stop them, but they blinded me with the laser beams that zipped right out of their faces. My retinas are shot. So is my left lung. I'm not sure where my little brother is. I can't be sure if I'm lying in a pool of my blood or somebody else's, but I do know that there's at least a little bit of oil in the mix. I'd sampled some, thinking it was water. They took control over the cities water supply because we depend on it and it's essentially the only thing that can stop them. We were part of a militia armed with super soakers and water balloons. When we first got rolling, we even had a fire truck.
<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>
But he definitely doesn't have any class.
I'm not pretentious enough to ever claim or intentionally imply I would.
© 2007-2026