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Is...is that a sheep? Is there a sheep in there somewhere?This is what happens when I leave for a couple hours. We get raided by wannabe princess elf players.
We've hit a closure. Congrats on surviving against the RED UNITS successfully~
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Ahem... @Kermit the Ninja. A Homura gif was used.We've hit a closure. Congrats on surviving against the RED UNITS successfully~
Although this is far from over. :^)
Anywho, visit us gorls sometime in the Zelda social sometime. We love company... a bit too much sometimes.
Until next time, toodleloos~
Btw Sheik is best husbando Robin has no chance
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Needs more gruesome surgery-gone-wrong details.@
Just gonna share this with the whole thread, anybody who's interested can read it, anybody else can ignore it and carry on at their leisure. It's still very much in the draft phase, but I would appreciate feedback and stuff.
Crack.
The spine bends itself over the table
And presses its face against the broken glass.
Face-down in the needle pit,
A sombre word.
Holding your breath
To keep the water down.
It is rising now.
Water rising high.
And god.
Can you hear me?
A hollow noise where there were once words,
And now the words come back -
Rich and strong.
They sting.
The steel is cold and incises the flesh
With warm tenacity.
Murder is art in itself.
Sublime is the texture of the skin.
But still.
Nothing was said
That didn't need to be heard.
And yet.
Did you feel me?
Was there any purpose to this?
Why did you hold me
As I fell?
Held on for dear life, I was afraid.
Break.
The sweat becomes a part of the tears
And the salt stains the metal implements.
The first body is opened, the second is next.
It will be over soon, very soon.
No.
No sight.
Perhaps, seem to have -
Oh, seem to have
Misplaced eyes.
The retinal shriek,
Synaptic chill.
Everything becomes clear
In the realm of glass and ash.
Bite down hard.
Don't scream.
Dear god.
Don't scream.
This is how it's meant to be.
Accept your fate.
It will be well in time.
You will live again.
Scream.
And how did you hurt yourself this time?
Fell down the stairs, was it?
Pour another glass.
The water will hold.
Rising high.
Always rising.
My, my.
That is unfortunate.
And will he notice this time?
God paints the skin,
The knife makes the picture frame
A little bit better.
Things like this seem to happen an awful lot,
Or so it seems.
We must do this again sometime.
Quite interesting.
Behind the bandaged look,
The gauze over flesh
And rose-petal lips -
Now is the time.
Time to let it all out.
In the deepest waters,
When they rise,
The salt will cure your bones.
Yes.
Clarity now.
Recovene another time.
Live.
consume.
Now is a good time.
Until,
That is -
The drowning.
And then what?
Will there be time again?
Will there be words and stories?
Eat your wounds,
Become stronger.
Taste flesh.
Don't scream.
Not yet.
First your pills.
The water is rising high.
A glass of water makes the world a better place.
This is what happens when I leave for a couple hours. We get raided by wannabe princess elf players.
Honestly, you guys were late.
Come back whenever you feel like it, dear :3
I applaud you ladies for not getting nearly as bootyhurt as the Lucinas did when we raided them, we almost got in trouble for that. .
We know you're joking...
I applaud you ladies for not getting nearly as bootyhurt as the Lucinas did when we raided them, we almost got in trouble for that. .
Whoah didn't expect you here Falco lordAhem... @Kermit the Ninja. A Homura gif was used.
I ship that
Someone foolishly decided to misspell her name as the lord and queen savior. But it's an honest mistake!
I sense that shipping and s-supporting is the majority of what's been done here in this thread--
W-Woah... N-Not like we needed that or anything--I still need to attain that S-Support.
That was an engaging read and I really like your work. I don't have many words to describe this since I'm still in the process of digesting it all while re-reading it again. Very interesting and I like it. It felt kinda like getting a medical exam done by The Joker and being told by a poet.@
Just gonna share this with the whole thread, anybody who's interested can read it, anybody else can ignore it and carry on at their leisure. It's still very much in the draft phase, but I would appreciate feedback and stuff.
Crack.
The spine bends itself over the table
And presses its face against the broken glass.
Face-down in the needle pit,
A sombre word.
Holding your breath
To keep the water down.
It is rising now.
Water rising high.
And god.
Can you hear me?
A hollow noise where there were once words,
And now the words come back -
Rich and strong.
They sting.
The steel is cold and incises the flesh
With warm tenacity.
Murder is art in itself.
Sublime is the texture of the skin.
But still.
Nothing was said
That didn't need to be heard.
And yet.
Did you feel me?
Was there any purpose to this?
Why did you hold me
As I fell?
Held on for dear life, I was afraid.
Break.
The sweat becomes a part of the tears
And the salt stains the metal implements.
The first body is opened, the second is next.
It will be over soon, very soon.
No.
No sight.
Perhaps, seem to have -
Oh, seem to have
Misplaced eyes.
The retinal shriek,
Synaptic chill.
Everything becomes clear
In the realm of glass and ash.
Bite down hard.
Don't scream.
Dear god.
Don't scream.
This is how it's meant to be.
Accept your fate.
It will be well in time.
You will live again.
Scream.
And how did you hurt yourself this time?
Fell down the stairs, was it?
Pour another glass.
The water will hold.
Rising high.
Always rising.
My, my.
That is unfortunate.
And will he notice this time?
God paints the skin,
The knife makes the picture frame
A little bit better.
Things like this seem to happen an awful lot,
Or so it seems.
We must do this again sometime.
Quite interesting.
Behind the bandaged look,
The gauze over flesh
And rose-petal lips -
Now is the time.
Time to let it all out.
In the deepest waters,
When they rise,
The salt will cure your bones.
Yes.
Clarity now.
Recovene another time.
Live.
consume.
Now is a good time.
Until,
That is -
The drowning.
And then what?
Will there be time again?
Will there be words and stories?
Eat your wounds,
Become stronger.
Taste flesh.
Don't scream.
Not yet.
First your pills.
The water is rising high.
A glass of water makes the world a better place.
"The salt will cure your bones."@
Just gonna share this with the whole thread, anybody who's interested can read it, anybody else can ignore it and carry on at their leisure. It's still very much in the draft phase, but I would appreciate feedback and stuff.
Crack.
The spine bends itself over the table
And presses its face against the broken glass.
Face-down in the needle pit,
A sombre word.
Holding your breath
To keep the water down.
It is rising now.
Water rising high.
And god.
Can you hear me?
A hollow noise where there were once words,
And now the words come back -
Rich and strong.
They sting.
The steel is cold and incises the flesh
With warm tenacity.
Murder is art in itself.
Sublime is the texture of the skin.
But still.
Nothing was said
That didn't need to be heard.
And yet.
Did you feel me?
Was there any purpose to this?
Why did you hold me
As I fell?
Held on for dear life, I was afraid.
Break.
The sweat becomes a part of the tears
And the salt stains the metal implements.
The first body is opened, the second is next.
It will be over soon, very soon.
No.
No sight.
Perhaps, seem to have -
Oh, seem to have
Misplaced eyes.
The retinal shriek,
Synaptic chill.
Everything becomes clear
In the realm of glass and ash.
Bite down hard.
Don't scream.
Dear god.
Don't scream.
This is how it's meant to be.
Accept your fate.
It will be well in time.
You will live again.
Scream.
And how did you hurt yourself this time?
Fell down the stairs, was it?
Pour another glass.
The water will hold.
Rising high.
Always rising.
My, my.
That is unfortunate.
And will he notice this time?
God paints the skin,
The knife makes the picture frame
A little bit better.
Things like this seem to happen an awful lot,
Or so it seems.
We must do this again sometime.
Quite interesting.
Behind the bandaged look,
The gauze over flesh
And rose-petal lips -
Now is the time.
Time to let it all out.
In the deepest waters,
When they rise,
The salt will cure your bones.
Yes.
Clarity now.
Recovene another time.
Live.
consume.
Now is a good time.
Until,
That is -
The drowning.
And then what?
Will there be time again?
Will there be words and stories?
Eat your wounds,
Become stronger.
Taste flesh.
Don't scream.
Not yet.
First your pills.
The water is rising high.
A glass of water makes the world a better place.
@
False Sense
, this video is simply glorious
Thanks for sharing. I will have to reread again but I did enjoy the imagery and the interesting, abrupt structure and organization of your piece. Admittedly, sometimes it comes off as choppy because of the lack of syntax variation but I'm assuming the broken style of syntax lengths and language was deliberate since it did contribute to the tone of your poem. Keep it up.@
Just gonna share this with the whole thread, anybody who's interested can read it, anybody else can ignore it and carry on at their leisure. It's still very much in the draft phase, but I would appreciate feedback and stuff.
Crack.
The spine bends itself over the table
And presses its face against the broken glass.
Face-down in the needle pit,
A sombre word.
Holding your breath
To keep the water down.
It is rising now.
Water rising high.
And god.
Can you hear me?
A hollow noise where there were once words,
And now the words come back -
Rich and strong.
They sting.
The steel is cold and incises the flesh
With warm tenacity.
Murder is art in itself.
Sublime is the texture of the skin.
But still.
Nothing was said
That didn't need to be heard.
And yet.
Did you feel me?
Was there any purpose to this?
Why did you hold me
As I fell?
Held on for dear life, I was afraid.
Break.
The sweat becomes a part of the tears
And the salt stains the metal implements.
The first body is opened, the second is next.
It will be over soon, very soon.
No.
No sight.
Perhaps, seem to have -
Oh, seem to have
Misplaced eyes.
The retinal shriek,
Synaptic chill.
Everything becomes clear
In the realm of glass and ash.
Bite down hard.
Don't scream.
Dear god.
Don't scream.
This is how it's meant to be.
Accept your fate.
It will be well in time.
You will live again.
Scream.
And how did you hurt yourself this time?
Fell down the stairs, was it?
Pour another glass.
The water will hold.
Rising high.
Always rising.
My, my.
That is unfortunate.
And will he notice this time?
God paints the skin,
The knife makes the picture frame
A little bit better.
Things like this seem to happen an awful lot,
Or so it seems.
We must do this again sometime.
Quite interesting.
Behind the bandaged look,
The gauze over flesh
And rose-petal lips -
Now is the time.
Time to let it all out.
In the deepest waters,
When they rise,
The salt will cure your bones.
Yes.
Clarity now.
Recovene another time.
Live.
consume.
Now is a good time.
Until,
That is -
The drowning.
And then what?
Will there be time again?
Will there be words and stories?
Eat your wounds,
Become stronger.
Taste flesh.
Don't scream.
Not yet.
First your pills.
The water is rising high.
A glass of water makes the world a better place.
I think my breath forgot to do the breathing thing for a minute there.@
Just gonna share this with the whole thread, anybody who's interested can read it, anybody else can ignore it and carry on at their leisure. It's still very much in the draft phase, but I would appreciate feedback and stuff.
My apologizes.Honestly, you guys were late.
I had to stand alone here, though I do know Hong was with me all the time <3
Although it wasn't too difficulty to defend our base
. I hope you can forgive me, m'lady. ;_; 
Hong
standing by your side. You couldn't ask for a more stalwart companion. :3
You, principally, should come back moreFarewell Robin social. That was fun and thank you for not exploding at us like some other socials did...
Goodnight!
I probably will still. I just haven't been keeping up with it that much anymoreYou, principally, should come back more
I know you used to post here, dear.
We miss you.
But will it galeforce?
Can I have that amiibo? I want to make $3000 with it.Mai amubo is bettr
Hes soo gud he can transcend realty
I'm not a fan of raids because they largely annoy me. I want to see and join some nice, civil conversation. Then nope, raid happens.
I found the raid amusing, mostly because I know they aren't serious about Zoroldo out Waifuing Bowser.
Eh, they were alright. It was all just for fun, anyway, and none meant any real disrespect.
This is what happens when I leave for a couple hours. We get raided by wannabe Elf-Princess players.
You know, you could just play Zelda's Lullaby and they should all fall asleep XD.
Hey, I was here tooHonestly, you guys were late.
I had to stand alone here, though I do know Hong was with me all the time <3
Although it wasn't too difficulty to defend our base
Come back whenever you feel like it, dear :3
.
He got out of his box but if I ever find him again, I'll be sure to think about it as long as we can split the profits 70-30
You were silent the entire time watching me do all the workHey, I was here too
While I do see your point, they weren't so bad. Honestly, I expected worse because I did hear about what happened with the Lucina raid indirectly in the Marth thread (where that s**t probably won't be tolerated since they're very meta over there and I love them for it) although that could just be because we're all awesome, mature people.
I don't mind raids, though if I wanted waifu gags, five-second ships, excessive reaction gifs, etc., I'd go to 9gag or something. Generally when I have nothing positive to say, I keep quiet and just do something else, though. I can''t really tell people what to do in a social thread, for the most part.
Honestly, I'd pay to read these posts from the Lucina raid.
's sake.
It was ... a clash of cultures so to speak if I recall correctly. Speaking of which, I do find it interesting how every Character thread seems to have its own culture and personality.Honestly, I'd pay to read these posts from the Lucina raid.
They needed to close the damn Thread, for
and I'm betting that people there couldn't take a joke.
They weren't so bad.
Wut?It spawned the beauty known as Mopcina
Yeah, well.
