The mysterious box, storage of an unknown object. Or, perhaps, nothing at all. There is no way of knowing, unless if one's curiosity overtakes them and they dare gaze within. In a way, this box is a shell to the contents within, for it often is used for long journeys. Home to that which is tumbled about, to make the tumbling less painful. Or home to those with a troubled life, with no place to call home. The box is the ultimate protector.
Describe the wait for GTA 6.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Oh, how I yearn for the one to come after the others/The game that promised new adventures/This game, often hated by mothers/But I cannot wait any longer/It feels like an eternal hunger, a dream I cannot reach, but I know/One day it will come.
Oh, how I yearn for the one to come after the others/The game that promised new adventures/This game, often hated by mothers/But I cannot wait any longer/It feels like an eternal hunger, a dream I cannot reach, but I know/One day it will come.
I don't have anything to describe, nothing was given, so I'll give.
Oh, how I yearn for the one to come after the others/The game that promised new adventures/This game, often hated by mothers/But I cannot wait any longer/It feels like an eternal hunger, a dream I cannot reach, but I know/One day it will come.
I don't have anything to describe, nothing was given, so I'll give.
The want for a really honkin' huge pineapple.
O Great Pineapple, so grand and oh so tall, standing above the rest of the world and an idol for all. Its size an utter marvel, beyond the rest of its kind, it may be the largest pineapple one will ever find. (Felt like doing rhyming)
A cube of space, holding the unknown, contents could be nice or could be nasty...
The only way to find is to take a chance... Open the cube!
Describe a shovel
A tool for plunging into the depths of the earth, to descend and discover that which is otherwise hidden. A stick on one end and an impressive slab like work on the other, it is stabbed into the earth, and sediment flies up in a storm as it soars through the air. It lands and forms a small pile as the shovel's user continues to dig into the very planet, closer and closer to its heart. Although it is innefficient at a certain point, this tool is found easily and usable by many that wish to make use of its strength.
Describe potassium.
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The sun calls for the sea to join it in revelry, and so some of it obliges and begins to ascend. It floats higher and higher, like antennas to heaven, but alas, the task is truly a Sisyphean one. The sun is far too high above the sea, and the sea was too prideful to think it could reach it. And so groups form, those who had similar goals, similar ascensions, and similar devastations. The tears gather in the sky and merge, forming a compound of wisps and going where the wind takes them. They form bonds as they traverse the atmosphere, finding solace in each other, until the time comes for them to return home to the earth and sea. And so they all fall down in a torrent, not one of rage but instead happiness, for eventually they will rise up once more-- not to reach an impossible goal, but to meet with their friends again. And so the cycle of water goes on and on.
Describe a tungsten cube.
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It runs where clouds break loose their silver rain, Through fields where none may bind it with a rein. The ground will quake beneath its iron stride, As storms themselves give chase but fall behind.
No mortal hand may tame its burning will, No mortal heart can match its thunder still. Yet those who ride and earn its trust may claim, A place in song, eternal as its name.
CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP!!
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Come hear, ye halls, the birth of every flame, For songs are winds that call the heart by name. They weave through stone, through steel, through night’s command, And plant their seeds in soul, not soil nor sand.
They rise where lips and longing intertwine, They bind the weak with cords the gods design. In whispered note or roar of battle’s breath, They cheat the years and mock the march of death.
They sail on tongues like ships on silver seas, They move the stars and bend the elder trees. For those who sing and shape their verse to rhyme, Shall rule the tide and reign beyond all time.
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Video games are like little pocket worlds we carry with us—places we can step into when we need to escape, dream, or breathe somewhere new. They’re the stories we don’t just watch, but live, where our choices matter and the victories feel like they’re ours. Sometimes they’re a quiet walk through a strange, beautiful place; sometimes they’re a desperate fight for survival; sometimes they’re just laughter with friends at 2 a.m.
They let us be things we never could be—heroes, villains, explorers, wanderers. They let us fail, try again, and learn without the real-world cost. They can make us cry over a pixelated farewell, cheer at a last-second win, or sit in awe at a sunset someone painted in code.
Every game we play becomes a memory. Every save file is a snapshot of who we were when we pressed “start.” And maybe that’s why they matter—because even though they’re not “real,” the way they make us feel is.
ink...
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Ok so I won't describe my own mother but I'll describe the concept of a mother in general
Giver of life, often mentor to a growing young one, helps them establish their way in the world.
The mysterious box, storage of an unknown object. Or, perhaps, nothing at all. There is no way of knowing, unless if one's curiosity overtakes them and they dare gaze within. In a way, this box is a shell to the contents within, for it often is used for long journeys. Home to that which is tumbled about, to make the tumbling less painful. Or home to those with a troubled life, with no place to call home. The box is the ultimate protector.
Describe the wait for GTA 6.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Hellooo! This sounds fun!
Oh, how I yearn for the one to come after the others/The game that promised new adventures/This game, often hated by mothers/But I cannot wait any longer/It feels like an eternal hunger, a dream I cannot reach, but I know/One day it will come.
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
I don't have anything to describe, nothing was given, so I'll give.
The want for a really honkin' huge pineapple.
If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
And here is the updated version of my quiz: Quiz.
Here is my background music for combat: On Soundcloud.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
A cube of space, holding the unknown, contents could be nice or could be nasty...
The only way to find is to take a chance... Open the cube!
Describe a shovel
O Great Pineapple, so grand and oh so tall, standing above the rest of the world and an idol for all. Its size an utter marvel, beyond the rest of its kind, it may be the largest pineapple one will ever find. (Felt like doing rhyming)
A tool for plunging into the depths of the earth, to descend and discover that which is otherwise hidden. A stick on one end and an impressive slab like work on the other, it is stabbed into the earth, and sediment flies up in a storm as it soars through the air. It lands and forms a small pile as the shovel's user continues to dig into the very planet, closer and closer to its heart. Although it is innefficient at a certain point, this tool is found easily and usable by many that wish to make use of its strength.
Describe potassium.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
A marvel mineral, feeding life with sustinence...
Powering muscles, feeding nervous systems, controlling blood pressure
A pure life source.
Describe a cloud
The sun calls for the sea to join it in revelry, and so some of it obliges and begins to ascend. It floats higher and higher, like antennas to heaven, but alas, the task is truly a Sisyphean one. The sun is far too high above the sea, and the sea was too prideful to think it could reach it. And so groups form, those who had similar goals, similar ascensions, and similar devastations. The tears gather in the sky and merge, forming a compound of wisps and going where the wind takes them. They form bonds as they traverse the atmosphere, finding solace in each other, until the time comes for them to return home to the earth and sea. And so they all fall down in a torrent, not one of rage but instead happiness, for eventually they will rise up once more-- not to reach an impossible goal, but to meet with their friends again. And so the cycle of water goes on and on.
Describe a tungsten cube.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
A dimension, folded upon itself.
Home for abandoned cats,
container for memories,
companion in moving, metaphor for rigidity.
A mobile matter that sustains.
Describe air
The invisible substance,
disregarded in the past,
if no oxygen is present,
you will die fast.
describe murder drones
From the sky, a sound warns:
an angel made of plastic and aluminum
is about to arrive.
It has no wings, no will,
only the desire to scream.
Describe a horse
It runs where clouds break loose their silver rain,
Through fields where none may bind it with a rein.
The ground will quake beneath its iron stride,
As storms themselves give chase but fall behind.
No mortal hand may tame its burning will,
No mortal heart can match its thunder still.
Yet those who ride and earn its trust may claim,
A place in song, eternal as its name.
CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP!!
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97
I'm a furry, I'm pansexual, pronouns are He/They, I'm a demiboy, and I have feelings...
DMs open
The chicken is added to the broth,
Then the noodles,
But not too much or too little,
Add some season,
For whatever reason,
Put it in a bowl.
SONGS!
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Come hear, ye halls, the birth of every flame,
For songs are winds that call the heart by name.
They weave through stone, through steel, through night’s command,
And plant their seeds in soul, not soil nor sand.
They rise where lips and longing intertwine,
They bind the weak with cords the gods design.
In whispered note or roar of battle’s breath,
They cheat the years and mock the march of death.
They sail on tongues like ships on silver seas,
They move the stars and bend the elder trees.
For those who sing and shape their verse to rhyme,
Shall rule the tide and reign beyond all time.
pokemon?
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97
I'm a furry, I'm pansexual, pronouns are He/They, I'm a demiboy, and I have feelings...
DMs open
Monsters they may be,
But based off of real things,
Catch them with a ball called pokeball,
They even have malls,
Pokemon hospitals as well,
Even fire departments,
Heck they even have police departments.
Video games
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Video games are like little pocket worlds we carry with us—places we can step into when we need to escape, dream, or breathe somewhere new. They’re the stories we don’t just watch, but live, where our choices matter and the victories feel like they’re ours. Sometimes they’re a quiet walk through a strange, beautiful place; sometimes they’re a desperate fight for survival; sometimes they’re just laughter with friends at 2 a.m.
They let us be things we never could be—heroes, villains, explorers, wanderers. They let us fail, try again, and learn without the real-world cost. They can make us cry over a pixelated farewell, cheer at a last-second win, or sit in awe at a sunset someone painted in code.
Every game we play becomes a memory. Every save file is a snapshot of who we were when we pressed “start.” And maybe that’s why they matter—because even though they’re not “real,” the way they make us feel is.
ink...
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 13.91 Ao5: 19.49 Ao12: 21.35 Ao100: 24.97
I'm a furry, I'm pansexual, pronouns are He/They, I'm a demiboy, and I have feelings...
DMs open