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I miss all my friends (not just the human ones/versions) I miss looking forward to every Thursday night (now I just pray that they don't brag/tell me what I missed out on) I miss everyone being okay with each other and laughing together (the simpler times, the ones before things got complicated) I miss Trym (the clumbsyist thief ever) I miss Lulu (both the character and player) I miss Dandilion (even though he annoyed me) I miss Sk'i'ki-rra (aka Skye) (even though she became practically useless after she went insane) I miss Feathan (the best D&D party's 'Mom' ever) I miss Garrick (the fighter who always had my back) I miss Alice (even though she always needed protecting because her player was new to tabletop-RPGs) I miss Bradley (he was always the better Barbarian) ... I miss them so much I want to play again and I want to say: Thank you for teaching me how to play Dungeons and Dragons :)
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
D&D (related)
I wouldn’t call me kind I wouldn’t call me caring Still I rose you fast and tight Aware of what I’m daring I wouldn’t say I’m tender I wouldn’t say I’m bonafide Yet I offered you a shelter Or rather I drew you inside I’d rather say I’m reckless And I never really cared And I wonder what distress Initiated my revert For long time I couldn’t say What thought had persuaded And ruled my mind that day I never really stated Though I got an aprehension Gazing at you in the night A dangerously feel of tension That I’m still trying to hide
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Kind and Tender
Navigate sewers swinging dagger, poor, poor poo rats. Clout is the end all be all means. This is the beginning. Tavern town, invite me in. Odd jobs for experience. Not long after, gold pieces. Make my way, eternal ring. Navigate mansions slinging war spells, poor, poor private (army). Clout is the end all be all means. This is the rise. Tell me, now, I'm slipping into myself like I always do. I see the needle point. How many times will it run us through? Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to communicate. Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to trust.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
Place of Power: Heart to Trust
Return, I say Is no purpose No point of my desire But mind and heart Choose different And thwart all they require Now all the facts Speak clear against And none therefore my travel But all my soul yearns And spreads doubt Of all I have to settle I hear your words And feel your gaze And clearly understand But tough, I wouldn't disagree My heart still speak against I will return But not today And neither to that place When all my journeys Circle back To trusted room and space
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Return
with a kiss and cut my eyes are blind and shut and while I feel my frenzy rise I’m sinking into full moon’s paradise where carnal and menacing lust control and determine my beating heart, the smell of blood I’m loosing all my mind 'till I wake into a shady light of morning sun and fading night covered with red and slightly whacked I sense all I once required a soothing smell a tempting tie obligation and desire
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Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Kiss and Cut
Why does my heart go on beating While my body and mind Bleed no more No thought no cry And my body will die When the world sings to my core Why is my temper still rising When my will and my wit Lose their bite No battle no brawl Would bring me to fall Yet silence Will spread through my mind Silence and chanting alternate I got little space in between And like a ban whispered to my mind I’m slowly going insane Call the shadows I’m sinking I’m loosing my stand With no cure or death I’m reaching no end Until hopelessness Drives me to my demise And I am falling To a rotten paradise
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Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Rotten Paradise
under water, they say I can’t breathe I’m alone and I sink to the deep under water, so they say lays the beginning of decay but the shore, they carry on just mad men go and soon are gone the shore, they emphazise means only death and suicide this they taught well, but not to float and I can’t swim forever the water spreads far and abroad and there is no ‘together’ the lone and ruth smile of the moon drives me mad, yet not enough to seek the brink and hence my doom and I run out of luck yet as my strength begins to dwindle desperation fades and die and resignation kindles a soothing thought inside my mind I am released to leave this place my body ease, my eyes are shut But as I break the cold surface the waters brawling ceased and I open my eyes twice to see an oceans mind under water I breath and feel alive
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
The Water
Silver chains hang loose and empty. Armor clanks as the guards wrestle the prisoner. Glaring sunlight takes her sight for only a moment. A wooden stage lays ahead. The crowd is silent as she steps on to the platform. The noose is looped over her head. She closes her eyes and prepares to breathe her last sigh. Then changes her mind and opens her mouth and screams as loud as her lungs will project: "Ha! You think this is the last of the rebellion?! Now is the time to rise! Now is-" The platform's floor is dropped away. The rope chokes out the last of her words. But it's not soon enough and the crowd rebels. A war cry sounds. And the fall of the city has begun. ... A single girl rushes from the crowd towards the hanging prisoner. Her Dragon-scales shine a dull grayish-white. Her eyes are wide with fear and wet with unrealized tears. With a quick and graceful slash of her sword, the noose is no more. The Elfin girl slumps into her arms. The newcomer shakes the her and begs: "Wake up, Coelynn! Wake up!" She holds her close and whispers: "Tis won't be thee end, my love; I shall finish thee fight! I swear it by your blade!" ... I shall finish thee war we have started. I shan't let your passing be for nothing.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Goodbye, Coelynn Rochln
I am a dragon "hear me Roar" I am a dragon "watch me soar" I am a dragon . . . I am a dragon NOT a Monster or Beast
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
(for Kerrhylon Taiki)
I don't have to listen to you Does the protagonist ever mention his parents? All you are Is an NPC Railroading me Keeping me away from all that's uncoded I want to go there See the glitches Be in the world unseen So stop telling me what to do I know my own path is worthless Yes No Leave my decisions to the whim of the player The player at least knows better than you
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Just An NPC
Follow the pathway until there’s an end. The more you move forward, the chances you’ll win. And if you die, that’s okay, respawn again. There’s more to this journey than worlds to defend. Go bouncing to music until there’s a theme. Grin, frozen in time, as if this was a dream. Oh, someone needs help, though it’s not what it seems. Complete the percentage to add to winning. As time will swim by, you may fall off track. You better gain points, so you can come back. Be wise when you fall, for you are intact, You may not come back again, you are not a cat. As you gain experience, keep this in mind, You must not journey as if you have been blind. Cause, there will be bosses and many are strong. Isn’t obvious, base it on the song.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ - ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀʟ
Caught in the clutches of the spindle my party parlays its way through, ever increasing grips of madness, fear of becoming overtaken by the darkness. Is this a metaphor? Or, is this a game? We are in a dungeon, deep, destroying lest we are kicked for floundering. The spiders spindle down from the roofs of this cavern. Slowly descending, thirsty for blood. My magic is powerless My blood is becoming the feast "Feed us your blood." The haunting thought reverberates throughout. In the cradle of shadows. Hides a man named Walks-In-Ash. His face is the last I see as all fades to darkness.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Spindleclutch
I don’t care you know, just make me up but I suppose if I don’t do basic character designing first, you’d have nothing substantial to play with opened the character settings page then gave up oh well you can just fantasize about this hollow husk just physical, for starters I’d still be honoured you ask me how I’m doing I laugh so loud the ceiling shakes and neighbours come out of their houses I started losing my footing since I stepped into this hellhole you know, my vision is blurred just take advantage of me I won’t even retaliate I might even play along hey, the me from pre-quicksand I miss you please come home this house is something like a hollow husk I can’t see clearly anymore I should probably get some glasses even then I’d still let them play with me I always levelled up my combat but neglected other skills for self-preservation cooking, crafting, farming, hunting, etc. is the person in the mirror the same as the person in the photos ****** doppelgängers I’m quite the expert at investing in things I shouldn’t and subtly letting people down hey, the me from pre-quicksand I think you should come home so I feel more myself so maybe I can once again be kind(er) and a little more wise to see with unclouded eyes and stop wandering off unarmed into the great unknown when you’re back, pass me the ****** glasses hey, idiot in the quicksand can you at least try to ask for help instead of struggling there like a ***** you’re sinking deeper so I’m hollering and screaming at the top of my lungs frightened faces peer out from windows opposite forget it I’ll make a home of the quicksand when I was still in control of the game I should’ve trained some skill to get me out of this ******** or at least deal with it better because now someone else is playing me to some stranger I passed the reins, saying “I don’t care you know, just make me up” I’m in chin-deep just launch me into battle without ammunition I’ll simply die, then respawn, then die, then respawn, then die, then respawn again and again oh well I guess this isn’t so bad by the time the me from pre-quicksand comes back there might not be a need for her anymore nor for ******* glasses
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
character in a role-playing game
I don’t care you know, just make me up but I suppose if I don’t do basic character designing first, you’d have nothing substantial to play with opened the character settings page then gave up oh well you can just fantasize about this hollow husk just physical, for starters I’d still be honoured you ask me how I’m doing I laugh so loud the ceiling shakes and neighbours come out of their houses I started losing my footing since I stepped into this hellhole you know, my vision is blurred just take advantage of me I won’t even retaliate I might even play along hey, the me from pre-quicksand I miss you please come home this house is something like a hollow husk I can’t see clearly anymore I should probably get some glasses even then I’d still let them play with me I always levelled up my combat but neglected other skills for self-preservation cooking, crafting, farming, hunting, etc. is the person in the mirror the same as the person in the photos ****** doppelgängers I’m quite the expert at investing in things I shouldn’t and subtly letting people down hey, the me from pre-quicksand I think you should come home so I feel more myself so maybe I can once again be kind(er) and a little more wise to see with unclouded eyes and stop wandering off unarmed into the great unknown when you’re back, pass me the ****** glasses hey, idiot in the quicksand can you at least try to ask for help instead of struggling there like a ***** you’re sinking deeper so I’m hollering and screaming at the top of my lungs frightened faces peer out from windows opposite forget it I’ll make a home of the quicksand when I was still in control of the game I should’ve trained some skill to get me out of this ******** or at least deal with it better because now someone else is playing me to some stranger I passed the reins, saying “I don’t care you know, just make me up” I’m in chin-deep just launch me into battle without ammunition I’ll simply die, then respawn, then die, then respawn, then die, then respawn again and again oh well I guess this isn’t so bad by the time the me from pre-quicksand comes back there might not be a need for her anymore nor for ******* glasses
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My life is different now. Like it's a game that's been updated. And I am the main character. And I'm always low on stamina and health. Countless restarts, as though I've messed up the level. But time still goes on and the level changes. The game is a mess with the only mission to beat being depression. The NPC's are all non talk-able pixels. There are random jump scares and flashes of horror and gore. Hard problems and puzzles to beat, with out the right answer. No matter how many times I hit save, my progress is still missing. My story line is incomplete. No explanation or the controls. No main objective, rather than surviving. There are no cheat codes or a guide to help me. It's hopeless. There is no quitting. There is title screen or pausing. There is no end.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Worst MMO RPG of All Time!