Dusky

Happy birthday. You shall be forever known as RpNation's greatest Succubus!

How are you?

Hey.

You!

You have returned to true form. Welcome back, Dusk.

YOU WERENT FOLLOWING ME

I finally finished Worm last night. I've been reading it for like a year and a half, Christ.

This made me laugh so hard I cried:

oh you left too?

Happy drunk, I'm New Year's Eve!

By the end of 2017, I will:
❇ have written at least 21 new chapters for As We Knew It.
❇ have written a text-based game for Choice of Games.
❇ be exercising (30+ minutes) at least 5 days a week.
❇ have achieved a 4.0 GPA in Spring semester.
❇ have created a syllabus and curriculum for an independent studies course on interactive fiction.


Ideally I'll also be more sociable, finally finish reading Worm, and read a new book every month.

...I have nearly 200 notifications and I am not gonna try to weed through them all. >_> If I missed something cool in the Creativity forum, tag me! If you tagged me somewhere, please PM me about it! If you're waiting on a post from me, let me know. Sorry school and life and shenanigans drove me offline for a while.

"When the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath."
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Have you ever been banned from somewhere or something?(ex: Place, server, etc) I'm really curious..


(Just a random passer-by)

Hey. Is there any way to still retrieve thief's from the old version of rpn? I have two large, big work cses that Google leads to the old site address and an inability to get them. Desperate the Google excerpt showing the first few lines.


Any chance you could check/help me retrieve them?

love your profile pic.  

Happy drunk, I'm Thanksgiving.


(Or at least a little tipsy. When in New Orleans...) 

Guys you dON't UNDersTand Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was a sPiRITuaL EXPERIENCE

You cannot be part of the solution unless you are part of the problem.


Good Bones by Maggie Smith


Life is short, though I keep this from my children.


Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine


in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,


a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways


I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least


fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative


estimate, though I keep this from my children.


For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.


For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,


sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world


is at least half terrible, and for every kind


stranger, there is one who would break you,


though I keep this from my children. I am trying


to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,


walking you through a real shithole, chirps on


about good bones: This place could be beautiful,


right? You could make this place beautiful.

.....I am not drunk enough for this shit.


Time to fix that.

that one is the ocean, is the flood.


That one gashes rain out, veins of cocoa,


bittersweet aroma in his blood.


 

Since Atlantis made its passage down,


I’ve been given breath - yet long to drown.

Didn't I follow you already...? ._.


Oh well!


*follows anyway*

WHY AM I AWAKE

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Anomaly.... ANOMALY..?


wtf, Masaya?! O.o

Christ, why do I do this to myself?