Like the false justice without reason, or two rivals without strife. Something's missing from this equation, maybe X and maybe Y, but why? we ask pointlessly, us wise ones know you should not try. Who knows why endless death and war appeals us, why we want more? Who knows why the eagles fly, above the sullen, snowy skies? Who knows -- who cares 'bout a gun, until it's in your face and your life 's done? We do not know the reasons now, we will never know just why or how/we've evolved, creating this war-struck beast, who won't rest or stop 'till all is ceased?
So it's pointless, we say, to hope to end this vicious cycle/cycling endlessly 'round and 'round in circles 'till it cycles no more/for eventually, you have to see/humanity'll demonstrate its barbarity/and kill all of us off in a great and glorious war. More!
Why do you cry more, I query, if death does knock upon my door? Why do we ask for even more, of what we already adore? Adorn our rooftops and our streets with the strength and malice of the feet that pattered, now march, upon our streets.
When the war is done will never be/'tis just a fleeting moment for all to see.
Fire.
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Why is it repetitive? (Both your post and the fight) I ask, while I bravely fire night after night, 'till some angel decides to gift me an eternal rest, and at their behest, I shall end my quest.
Why do we see stories like that read above? Why not find peace through the singing sparrow, or on the wings of a dove? Humanity fights endlessly without rest, as we all search for a winner in this infinite test.
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator perhaps the first mouse you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
A test of strength, a test of speed, a measurement for all to see. A way to gauge your breath and brawn, so that we grow to be rightly strong. Complete laps as the clock ticks down, the more you complete the more renown. Pace yourself, lest the candle runs out quick, is the ideal and simple trick.
The Internet
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A conjunction of our greatest and worst -- to put you in a bed or hearse. Here you can see how to do this -- but what's [redacted] doing to those kids? A place for all, each and every one, to show why humanity shouldn't be under the sun.
The letter "E."
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator perhaps the first mouse you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
It's a box, works like a wok(s?), can heat up anything 'real fast, it's a heated, single-seated ride for all your food -- suddenly it's spinning, as you're winning, your food warmed up with some hash (browns!)
(CHORUS, a reprise, (imagine this sung to the last bit of Be Our Guest))
Fire burning, in the microwaving microwave of all your hopes and dreams, these micro-moving waves undulating as they cook your meats -- do you want to own an oven, and have to stand up all day long? -- or d'you want to have a microwave and all burst out in song?
The '04 World Series.
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wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator perhaps the first mouse you all are the best people I know — thank you coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
It's a box, works like a wok(s?), can heat up anything 'real fast, it's a heated, single-seated ride for all your food -- suddenly it's spinning, as you're winning, your food warmed up with some hash (browns!)
(CHORUS, a reprise, (imagine this sung to the last bit of Be Our Guest))
Fire burning, in the microwaving microwave of all your hopes and dreams, these micro-moving waves undulating as they cook your meats -- do you want to own an oven, and have to stand up all day long? -- or d'you want to have a microwave and all burst out in song?
The '04 World Series.
*Every time I want to post on one of these threads, the last posted thing is something I know nothing about...
Not blaming anyone, I'm just uncultured/isolationist/weird.*
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I just wanna run, hide it away Run because they're chasing me down I just wanna run, throw it away Run before they're finding me out
Fudge I got stolen nvm
Homebrew Stuff:
The Umbravore
Null ouroboros -- death without life.
Like the false justice without reason, or two rivals without strife. Something's missing from this equation, maybe X and maybe Y, but why? we ask pointlessly, us wise ones know you should not try. Who knows why endless death and war appeals us, why we want more? Who knows why the eagles fly, above the sullen, snowy skies? Who knows -- who cares 'bout a gun, until it's in your face and your life 's done? We do not know the reasons now, we will never know just why or how/we've evolved, creating this war-struck beast, who won't rest or stop 'till all is ceased?
So it's pointless, we say, to hope to end this vicious cycle/cycling endlessly 'round and 'round in circles 'till it cycles no more/for eventually, you have to see/humanity'll demonstrate its barbarity/and kill all of us off in a great and glorious war. More!
Why do you cry more, I query, if death does knock upon my door? Why do we ask for even more, of what we already adore? Adorn our rooftops and our streets with the strength and malice of the feet that pattered, now march, upon our streets.
When the war is done will never be/'tis just a fleeting moment for all to see.
Fire.
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
perhaps the first mouse
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Akin to a Flame (Poem)
It burns so bright, bringing its light.
In many colors, it imparts with others.
Its grand splendor, its heat so tender.
Fuels our systems and our paths.
Describe the Russian Sleep Experiment
Homebrew Stuff:
The Umbravore
Sleepless terrors, unmoving in fright, haunt the darkness of the night. This is simple and concise, yet it led five to their demise.
The word "Triskaidekaphobia." (Not its meaning, just the word)
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
perhaps the first mouse
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
It’s hard for me to spell by memory, the fear it represents eludes me and my mind, though i wish to learn more, I don’t have a dictionary
describe the futility of war without reason
I make stuff that i want to make, i don’t like being told my ideas are stupid
Long live Grandpa Nurgle, bringer of gifts
Long live Gork and Mork, the cunning but brutal and brutal but cunning
Why is it repetitive? (Both your post and the fight) I ask, while I bravely fire night after night, 'till some angel decides to gift me an eternal rest, and at their behest, I shall end my quest.
Why do we see stories like that read above? Why not find peace through the singing sparrow, or on the wings of a dove? Humanity fights endlessly without rest, as we all search for a winner in this infinite test.
The FitnessGram Pacer Test (you gotta love it)
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
perhaps the first mouse
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
A test of strength, a test of speed, a measurement for all to see. A way to gauge your breath and brawn, so that we grow to be rightly strong. Complete laps as the clock ticks down, the more you complete the more renown. Pace yourself, lest the candle runs out quick, is the ideal and simple trick.
The Internet
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
A conjunction of our greatest and worst -- to put you in a bed or hearse. Here you can see how to do this -- but what's [redacted] doing to those kids? A place for all, each and every one, to show why humanity shouldn't be under the sun.
The letter "E."
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
perhaps the first mouse
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
The silent 'E' In words
The loud 'E' in words 'EEEEEEEEEEE'
Microwave
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
It's a box, works like a wok(s?), can heat up anything 'real fast, it's a heated, single-seated ride for all your food -- suddenly it's spinning, as you're winning, your food warmed up with some hash (browns!)
(CHORUS, a reprise, (imagine this sung to the last bit of Be Our Guest))
Fire burning, in the microwaving microwave of all your hopes and dreams, these micro-moving waves undulating as they cook your meats -- do you want to own an oven, and have to stand up all day long? -- or d'you want to have a microwave and all burst out in song?
The '04 World Series.
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
perhaps the first mouse
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
*Every time I want to post on one of these threads, the last posted thing is something I know nothing about...
Not blaming anyone, I'm just uncultured/isolationist/weird.*
I just wanna run, hide it away
Run because they're chasing me down
I just wanna run, throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
Extended Signature: (^v^)