BigBoi

@Battalion Incinerator
New forum star?
Bomb

2 days currently. Last won 2 days ago on March 28!

49 just now

None , cause I suck and don’t have much time for game

the funny gun

Nice!

So do i
 

Deez nuts

And the droning blink of the computer screen caught the mirror behind him. In that moment he noticed the room was otherwise pitch dark. these moments of reality seemed to catch him more often these days. He thinks it's because he doesn't find joy in his escapes anymore. not like he used to anyway. Maybe he was depressed. Maybe, just maybe, it was the other thing. that he'd been depressed when he didn't notice it and this was the calling gasps of a living, fighting mammal. a squirming fighting monkey caught in a trap made of flashing lights and manipulative dopamine dispensing. Or maybe he was just bored with being stimulated all the time. maybe it was all of the above. All he knew was this wasn't working anymore. He cast his gaze to a 2023 calendar he was gifted this Christmas and resolves this year will be different. he closes down his computer and begins the all familiar task of writing a drunken self help to-do list in his notebook. but this one was different. He actually intended to keep this one. He puts the pencil to the page, scrunches up his face and writes...

Meanwhile, @SolarisHK edits that one artist's fanart of a random kid being killed by a growler

I'm going to game end myself and nothing could possible stop it from happening no force of nature no change in the plot absolutely nothing

Yet ultimately the quest left a feeling of profound emptiness in his soul. How did he get here? What was he even fighting for anymore? What had he ever even been fighting for. these questions haunt the dimly lit glare of his own reflection in the mirror every morning. He used to avert its judging eyes with a couple belts of Whisky, neat. Then it took three. Then four. Now the bottle is never corked, and it's always far too close to empty. "What's next?" he wonders. Another pointless mission with another empty feeling? Where did the excitement go? the rush? the applause? the fanfair? it left with his passion. Most tragic of all is that same passion was exactly what was needed to pull him out of this endless cycle of despair. Could he muster it? One last time? Could he shed a tear for himself and be moved to take action, moved to save his own soul from mortal danger? Or had that left him too? He puts down his glass, and thinks. He stares back at the mirror, grits his teeth, puffs up his chest and declares ...

I don’t care if you join or not. no rules!!!

at the restaurant

being a writer is all about belief in yourself. and about shutting your mind up for long enough, try it you can do it as well as I or anyone can, just start typing. you will make something beautiful. if for no other reason than it was authentic

Bro I just don’t know how to respond to that monster of a story

[meta] you liked my writing but decided to ignore it then? okay I concede, I'll do it by your guys' rules where the writing is secondary to the shitpost (in the non affectionate use of the term) [/meta]
and vulgar penis shaped meat sausages composed of the discarded corpses of the homesless and the discarded purple limbs of war vetrans

With fermented pig guts
 

Turns into a

SpongeBob dancing macarena 

At 3 am (eastern time)

decided to eat

A ciabatta with

with chile habanero 

Dipped in sauce