Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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8 yrs ago
Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
@Kronshi Soooo... In short, my idea wouldn't work? Slightly disheartening, since I needed a reason as to why Charoite isn't being a manipulative and psychotic maniac at the moment...
@Spinna Excellent! Though my idea I think is a little... Unorthodox.
My thought process with this is that Charoite is completely different from any others. She was programmed by Homeworld almost like a Sleeper Agent, but with her personality rather than her memories. Her personality is kind if there, but not fully. When she first hurts or kills someone, her real personality will be unlocked and flood into her head; sort of like when Light touches the Death Note again and regains his memories.
@Spinna Interesting. So all Chromites are soldiers, eh?
@Akayaofthemoon@Kronshi[@Anyone who can answer in their stead] Could I ask how exactly Gem personalities come about? Are they shared through all Gems of that type, or are they preprogrammed by Homeworld? Or, is it something completely different?
Just so I have an idea of what to think about as Charoite develops further ^-^
It's been at least a week since I started feeling like this, It might just be that I need a hug or a kiss, What sparked this thoughts I can never be sure, I can only hope in the future there's a cure.
I want to cut everything in sight, These sins of mine are but a blight, A constant annoyance, a persistent pain, With no such goal but to infect my brain.
I want to bleed until I can bleed no more, Perhaps then life won't be such a bore, When there's nothing left in my head but death, Nothing helps, not even the weed, coke and meth.
I want to break these endless chains, Links that bind me to life in lanes, Slow medium or fast, no such setting for those in distress, At this speed in the slow, I'm under arrest.
Cardiac arrest, pain so ceaseless, Chances are I will survive this, Do I want to? - no, not really, But I can't find a doctor willing to kill me.
Maybe I could learn to fly, But that won't help when I ask myself why, Because I'm still falling and don't want to stop, Perhaps they'll catch me, some kind of cop?
The life police, out for me, Mobilised health units to see, Whether or not this is the truth, Or a simple fact of difficult youth, Not that this time is particularly troubling, Yet I find myself constantly doubling, The way I feel, any darkness I find, And I still can see its but a bind, Locking me here, the place I want to escape, But I cast it over my like some kind of cape, I don't request sympathy, I'd like it if you all looked away from me, A pathetic mess lost in their own mind, Unable to find a way to unwind.
I can't yet tell what it is I feel, Whether it's a darkened red, or simple cold teal, But I know for a fact it's out in the night, Waiting for the chance to cause a fright, Not just in me, but the people I see,
And so for one last time I shall tell... Won't you cut me out of this shell?
Dane
BrokenPromise