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    1. Lilygold 11 yrs ago

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10 yrs ago
Current And surprisingly, there was a Guild where the spamming had suddenly come to a halt.
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10 yrs ago
And then you realize you've been doing nothing but refreshing the home page and reporting bots for the past 2 hours.
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10 yrs ago
Don thy typing fingers and BBcode cheatsheets for those times you forget to put the /URL things beside links, for we will be up 'til dawn. Rise against the gambling and furniture. Bot-Killing.
10 yrs ago
I'm now giving myself impromptu therapy. It's working slowly, but it's hard and causes a lot of emotional pain. Meditative accompaniment activities include Zentangles and drawing realistic people. V.V
10 yrs ago
I think I'm getting impromptu therapy. Using Internet huggles and long, drawn-out mutual "FUCK THE WORLD"s. Well, we're both getting therapy from it, I suppose. @WilsonTurner
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Bio

Hi, I'm Lily.

Roleplays:
Undertale: Above The Ground

I do mostly anime, some tabletop, generally things I find interesting... mostly fantasy, though. Usually fantasy.

My Skype is lilygold21, if you want to reach me there.
My Tumblr is usuallynerdyphilosopher, if you want to reach me there. I do free art on request there as well, though business is slow, so an ask on that blog would be much appreciated~
My Steam is lilygold2, if you... Need to know that for some reason? Or want to reach me there? I dunno.

Here, have a totally relevant thingamabob poem:
One day the queen was bored, alone
And sent for a companion.
The people sent her hunting hounds
And the three they ran in.
The queen, disgusted, ran them out
And they sank from all they lived for.
They found me alone in the forest
And then hunting hounds there were four.

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Here's my character. Up for deliberations~ @HushedWhispers
@BreakingMe Ha, really?

Still working on my character. Maybe just a few hours more.
Can I point out, @rechonq, that you just tagged an actual user named USERNAME? ^^"
Anyway, my character will be ready sometime tomorrow (it's 11 pm for me). I still need to find an image though.
That would be fun, I'd think. I'm interested.
Is it too late to join in the fun?
Hello again.

I just wanted to thank everyone. People have messaged me, left messages for me, gone out of their way to contact me, and I hear their words. I've said it to those people countless times but words are a gift to me, like no other could be. I cry every time, because somebody wants to talk to me, and sometimes I don't even have strength enough to answer them back because I'm afraid I won't be able to see those words the next morning. I don't want them to hope for me.

I hope nobody minds if I use this as a place to tell my story.



I'm sorry for talking so long. I should probably cut this off now. Just felt like I needed to get that off my chest. It's why people talking to me makes me so emotional. It just seems wrong for a stranger to talk to me - encourage me, even - when my life has been so devoid of conversation. The life of a mute, hear so much noise it drowns you and not a single sound your way. A saltwater sea of needless noise for the perched throat of mine. Anyway, in conclusion. I just needed to put that out there so that people understood if I said something about words being a commodity or some weird shit like that.
To put it simply, here's your dampener on your day. I really have no viable reason to continue living. None I can think of, at least. And I've spent a lot of time thinking about it, when I'm alone in my room with a knife. Makes for a good time to reflect on yourself and others. I haven't answered my Skype messages because I'm afraid of the guilt. I'm a mess, and I don't know what to do. I really don't know why I'm putting this here. Maybe just because I feel like someone should know why I won't be talking to them for a while, morbid as it sounds. There's the bare-bones of it. Just needed to get that off my chest.
Once upon a time, there was a Seed. And this Seed was the birthing of a World. The World was a perfectly fine little thing all on its own. It enjoyed slowly watching its inhabitants grow. It slept peacefully in waking dreams from day to night, night to day. And so, this boundless World was happy. The Seed had created it, and so it housed the Seed at its own heart, the very core and culmination of its being. And so time passed, life came and went and changed and grew into something new and enlightening. Or at least, with a desire to enlighten itself. And even this came and passed.

Really, it was hard to say if it passed. These life-shells were interesting pets for the World to watch over. It hardly noticed the passage of time. As time went on, however, for it did go on, the life-shell, the human, grew restless. It tired of being a pet of the World. It struggled against its bonds so much that it figured things out that, perhaps, it would've been better if it did not. The runes changed upon the World without its consent, and the World found itself often alone. It grew cold and bitter during those times, and spent its time creating new life with its Seed which it kept close. This life gave the human a challenge, and it found new ways to live. Nevertheless, the World kept on being bitter. During this time, its cold, cruel mind thought of a trap. It would spark the human's curiosity, and then the human would be destroyed by the life he had wished to see.

Despite the World's effort to create a hostile world for the human, the human merely ventured bravely in, and escaped satisfied of its curiosity with many things to resolve its time researching. The World continued to create hostility. The human was the only force to hold this hostile environment back, and it succeeded tremendously. Until, finally, it grew tired of the hostility, and struggled against its bonds further, as it did so well. The next time the human arrived, it had destroyed all of the monsters. Other than nature and it's own idiocy, nothing was left to harm it.

Even this, however, bored it eventually. The World was hurt deeply each time it struggled, hacking at its naturally decided rules, but endured with even a deeper hatred and vengeance burning within the Seed. The human did things not meant to happen, modified the World to its choosing. Until finally, it reached the end of its own curiosity. It knew what would happen constantly. No matter what happened, it was predictable. The human no longer survived, but created. It experimented within its own bounds, discovering that it could be a god like this. As it experimented, it did things it could not fix. It ruined many things that it wished it hadn't, but could not put them back. Finally, there came a moment when the human could stand the World no longer. The Seed itself is what it did not like.

The human clicked into the pause menu, clicked 'Quit', and returned to the title screen. It clicked 'Play', and it brought up a list titled 'Worlds'. It clicked a button in the top right labelled 'Edit'. The human clicked the red x on the only world in the list. A dialogue box came up. "Are you sure you want to destroy this seed?"

The human clicked the box labelled 'Yes', exited the window, closed the computer, and walked away.



A Minecraft Story 'Seed'
The man didn't know, huh. Not a pleasing answer, but not terrible. If he didn't know, she wouldn't get answers from him. She didn't resist his answer of having nothing against her, but wondered. Through all his answers, she could easily discern that she was under arrest, and being apprehended for something-or-other, but she had never heard of the Academy. Oh well. Looked like she wouldn't get anything useful for this guy, with his snakelike eyes and smug humming tune. Speaking of snakes, the serpent let out a brief hiss before cackling, making her eyes narrow involuntarily. That was her immediate response to being laughed at. It hissed to its master of killing her, and her teeth bared. Though she herself was no beast but an elegant-looking young woman with a flair for the wilderness, and her Illumin was gone and passed by then, she felt as feral as one at that moment. She was not to be laughed at by serpents. She closed her eyes, however, and stayed in compliance silently awaiting the next move.
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