A Happy Face

I'm not waiting for the comp. I'm not refining myself to the comp. Anyway, here's one. "Abyss" Everything is a colapsing abyss. All that is left is the falling cries of the personified abyss. The abyss is a yelping bottom. The abyss thought it wanted its own mysery and realised soon it was narcisstic self-hate. my abyss is gay and wants nothing more than to be groped and call it love. my abyss is a panicked wet lingering fart. my abyss is the puckered rectum of a willing rape victim. my abyss is my own laughing stare in the mirror every morning. my abyss is the 46 to Rutherglen.

The forum is nothing compared to the previous one. But if you want to "help", they accept voluntary busy workers and then the favourites get to become paid moderators.

I didn't realise I spoke in Russian. Learn something knew every day.

soon the entire first page will be INMAX INMAX #1 through #7. All will be INMAX. INMAX will be the bleeding heart at the center of a dying star. The vast expanse of the great plains will be INMAX the falling tear of a war widow will be INMAX the smile on our children's faces will be INMAX the crushing mondanity of modern self expression will be INMAX INMAX shall be at the heart of an international conspiracy for global domination INMAX will be the wrapper around your next meal INMAZ will be the vacant stare in your mirror. INMAX is the abyss, INMAX is the sun's life giving heat All will be INMAX, all that is left is INMAX all that came before and all yet to come to pass is INMAX INMAX is INMAX RR is INMAX Supermechs is INMAX endless 24/7 dizzying INMAX, ceasless grasping flashes of INMAX,. INMAX on television INMAX o n the radio its all INMAX there is nothing left but INMAX INMAX INAMAXN INMAX INAMNA S x

well, big boi is bigger, but badboi is badder so its too close to call.

I accidently fused my unicorn horn perk from the unicorn portal. I miss it every day.

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note sure why my last submission was deleted???? bad poems were never deleted from the poetry comp so seems odd MJ would arbitrarily decide whats a bad drawing for this one??? anyway, here's the monke torso:

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...

IMO, the only way to make it actually useful without making it unfair on new players is to have a converter where you can change arena coins into another game currency like gold. OR how about a shop style system like with clan coins where you have trade ins like 1000 arena coins = 1 yellow relic or 3 purple relics, or 200 arena coins = 1 epic power kit; 500 arena coins = 500k gold. that way arena experience can still translate into temporary rewards at least. I would prefer the shop option but people will forever bitch and moan about it because "it needs balancing myeh" so atleast do the boring easy thing I mentioned first.

Desktop app gang forever winning

very jealous brother, I want that thing so bad WOO just logged in again and finally got a pizza cutter in the christmas box still dont have the superlame charge but meh whatever. merry christmas one an all.

purples in the first two and then this on insane. but it's Christmas, so I'll smile and pretend my santa socks are brilliant.

Every time I take this thing it calls me a "diplomat" and I'm never sure why.

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 ...

a violently self-loathing individual. a bag of scars turned inside out they called him. But nobodey ever knew why. he always seemed so happy when you knew him. yet, when you cared to listen, you could see that darkness which dwelled in his eyes. the bloody cross upon his back wedging every smile open. We never really heard much from him after that summer. that one beautiful summer where we felt more free than we thought freedom felt like. Then again, we saw his brother the other day at the supermarket. we offered condolences which to him felt plastic, but which we knew were an open flesh wound. how do you see a rainbow anyway? it depends on where you're standing. they are nature's inside jokes shared only with any given geo-location. Then ofcourse there was brenda...

I don't respect players who regularly use those claw phys mechs with 200 en. just goofy. on this point- if they get repeated shutdowns on you, you were outplayed or didnt stack enough cooling, brother, that aint them taking the easy path. like boilers are so laughably non-viable these days anyway.

and the edge of a sheet of paper. Vicious was his own self hatred when he led himself to believe he would enjoy it. dark is the abyss he claims to love, in abject terror.

Planet of the Apes, given that it was from its outset a metaphor for the success of the civil rights movement, is surely offensive imagery.

eaxactly two weeks tomorrow. a perfect fortnight. I'm excited to see my family again, I already know it will be a dissapointment. something went wrong along the way man. I always felt like it was my own fault. I've carried around this heavy guilt for a long time. And yeah, I became an internet addict age 12. but we werent better before I did. its like after the divorce parents are supposed to care more and try to recreate the family in a cube. neither parent did man. you left me alone. so I found something to do. then you made me feel evil about it to make yourself feel like you're still "parenting". we have nothing to say to eachother. thats the real problem. there's nothing to say. merry christmas.

it already is, it will keep expanding at the same rate it has been for like 5 years now. TS never nipped it in the bud, Gato won't kill it with fire. it will keep being as much of a thing as it has always been.

In a weird way I liked you. I never really got why people hated you. you were kinda annoying sometimes, sure. but everyone is to someone sometimes. This is assuming your retirement is a retirement not a "retirement". Either way, bye now.