Hi, my name is Billy! I'm a student. I have a dog called Mazsi and I like playing video games sometimes. Here's an applause .wav I have been using which bears slight relevance in this situation
http://puu.sh/cvKqv.mp3And while it is very much incomplete and starving and meager here is a folder filled with voices which I have collected on the day of my banning on a stream and the consequent deletion of said stream.
http://puu.sh/cvKRq.rar I hope to encourage creativity within this community even if i am no to be part of it. For creativity is the true source of beauty. Statics and dynamics are have an unbreakable connection. The development of human technology is dependent on the development of human knowledge and it is here where the future begins. To see the sun rise over the horizon, to see the clouds in the sky take up colours in our eyes. The thing is, Lewa, you are beautiful to me, not because your growth of lucious filaments covering your untouched scalp, not because you are a person I have never seen in real life and never took it upon myself to stare at your pictures and therefore have an unrealistic image of you with smooth skin and defined lines so I feel no disgust when I think about you, not because your
60 ms large penis staggeringly low unstable rate, but because you are an aggregation of a unique combination of information. When I was younger I faced a situation where I saw animosity. I saw malice. I saw bloodlust. - I knew then: It was no delusion. it was no phantom. it was no fantasy. Without will it couldn't have had bloodlust. It had one goal. It took the shortest path towards it. I could feel it. The blade of animosity. Like a knife being pressed againts my heart.
A physical manifestation of bloodlust, just like the blade I saw that day.
Before I can think-
Before I realize it, I am running.
I am neither looking at nor thinking about the wasp. I would cower if I saw it. If I hesitate for a moment longer, my fate will be sealed.
It is less than ten meters away. This monster can cross that distance in a heartbeat. A form like death itself. Adominable, cruel, untouchable, unignorable. There is nothing I can do. No mere human can defend againts this thing. Its agility alone gives it unmatched power.
-I’ll die.
I realize with perfect clarity that I am going to die within the next second.
See what happens?
Part of me laughs at myself.
This is why I said not to get too deeply involved.
This is how it ends.
A perfectly ordinary end.
I knew from the start it would happen, and indeed it happened just as it should.
This is the price.
One last step-
The price I have to pay for the foolishness of crossing the taboo boundary.
The wasp towers over me. Fourteen fangs writhing like blades.
I sense the smell of death. It reminds me of sweet, rotting fruit. A sign of impending, inescapable annihilation.
It is coming
Unwavering death closes in.
Despair walks toward me.
An end that simply cannot be resisted.
- But so what?
..so what?
Aaah....
I laugh at myself again.
I did not think I still had these things in me.
Passion. Rage. Resistance.
Feelings I thought dried up long ago.
They are still here.
I still have a blade of sentiment to cut at the world with.
A fire needs fuel.
I simply have not had any kindling for my emotions, until I arrived here.
There is no need to feed it any further tragedy.
You can find that anywhere. Everyone has some of it.
Anger. Cursing. Effort, Agony. Belief.
In this gentle kingdom the are all equally worthless.
Which is why, there is only one magic spell to chant.
„But so what?”
Anger. Cursing. Effort. Agony. Belief.
Even if you throw away all of those things
But so what?
Those are the only meaningful words.
Only by acccepting that it is meaningless, that you have no chance of winnning, that you will be defeated, and then saying taht...only then can you reject them
Death. Defeat Annihilation. Resignation. That is the only way to avoid accepting them.
In the face of fear, do not close your eyes, but raise your head.
Even if it is all unshakeable, resolve to see it to the end.
Its arm reaches toward me
The wasp mocks me. It has no expression, but I know it is mocking me.
My arm..
I can not stop it with that. No part of my body can defend me. Full plate armor can not deflect a cannonball. This is beyond what human hands can do.
But so what?
I raise my arm...
A thunderous sound tears through the silence of the night, but it is not the wasp’s roar.
It is mine.
What you are. What you exist as.
the best!ps.: I can't swim
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