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- b00omshakalaka
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- 76
- Ninja mother-figure
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- Location: in the clouds, crying over a dying world
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What a wasted life...He'd ran from home to meet with what he thought was the love of his life. They'd never met, she'd stood him up at the meeting point they'd secretly planned out; leaving him heart-broken...
What had happened to her was a mysterie to him. What happened to him, however, was not. He'd decided that living for himself, like he had, was no-longer worth the stress. He'd live for someone else. He joined the local militia and went to war. Fighting for two years before becoming a prisoner of war. Escaping the camp where he had been held, after a year of torture, he'd run for the border and be arrested by the very military he used to serve.
Befriending the dog of the jail-man, the dog was thrown in the cell with him, to keep him company until they decided what to do with the John Doe.
Before too long, he was considered just a lost soul and cast out. He'd wander the next few years looking for a cause to live before crashing and living as a hobo. The dog staying at his side, needing to be kept, would become his only friend, his only ally, and his only reason to live.
What had happened to her was a mysterie to him. What happened to him, however, was not. He'd decided that living for himself, like he had, was no-longer worth the stress. He'd live for someone else. He joined the local militia and went to war. Fighting for two years before becoming a prisoner of war. Escaping the camp where he had been held, after a year of torture, he'd run for the border and be arrested by the very military he used to serve.
Befriending the dog of the jail-man, the dog was thrown in the cell with him, to keep him company until they decided what to do with the John Doe.
Before too long, he was considered just a lost soul and cast out. He'd wander the next few years looking for a cause to live before crashing and living as a hobo. The dog staying at his side, needing to be kept, would become his only friend, his only ally, and his only reason to live.
Everything came from nothing, therefore everything is nothing.
There's nothing to worry about.
There's nothing to worry about.
- DTJB
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- 8bit_samurai
- Hmm...
- Joined: Wed May 17, 2006 1:47 pm
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I envy you. Very much. I was gonna save up for a PS3 when MGS4 came out, but that plan failed. Horribly.b00omshakalaka wrote:K, sry i been gone a while. i recently got meself mgs4 and a ps3 and i been going crazy with it. [Best game ever]
Anyways, this game looks fun. I was gonna try this out earlier, but my ol' laptop died. Will think of something later.
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- b00omshakalaka
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- 76
- Ninja mother-figure
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What lead up to the triggering of this flag?....
What lead up to the triggering of this flag?....
Everything came from nothing, therefore everything is nothing.
There's nothing to worry about.
There's nothing to worry about.
- 76
- Ninja mother-figure
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I suppose I'm the only fucking writer here.76 wrote:What a wasted life...He'd ran from home to meet with what he thought was the love of his life. They'd never met, she'd stood him up at the meeting point they'd secretly planned out; leaving him heart-broken...
What had happened to her was a mysterie to him. What happened to him, however, was not. He'd decided that living for himself, like he had, was no-longer worth the stress. He'd live for someone else. He joined the local militia and went to war. Fighting for two years before becoming a prisoner of war. Escaping the camp where he had been held, after a year of torture, he'd run for the border and be arrested by the very military he used to serve.
Befriending the dog of the jail-man, the dog was thrown in the cell with him, to keep him company until they decided what to do with the John Doe.
Before too long, he was considered just a lost soul and cast out. He'd wander the next few years looking for a cause to live before crashing and living as a hobo. The dog staying at his side, needing to be kept, would become his only friend, his only ally, and his only reason to live.
Why'd this thread even get started?
Everything came from nothing, therefore everything is nothing.
There's nothing to worry about.
There's nothing to worry about.
- 8bit_samurai
- Hmm...
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- 76
- Ninja mother-figure
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- NS
- I like pants
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Replying to 76's other picture:
As I looked up at the stars Smokin' a cigarette that wasn't mine next to a dog that could very well be my next meal, I wondered to myself how it all came to this. I remembered how two years ago I had been in college, my 2nd year. I was an aspiring artist, had a beautiful girlfriend, had a comfortable Job, and on a full ride. Then one day I got the call that my father had gone insane and kill my mother, my 10 year old sister and himself. This forced me into a spiraling depression that nothing seemed to be able to heal. People say despair is a great artistic motivator...well, I couldn't even look at a paintbrush. My girlfriends stood by me for a good year, but I wasn't the same. Finally my despair came to a head when I couldn't stand the anguish any longer and did something drastic. I killed my girlfriend, I'm not sure why...but afterwards I was scared. I ran away. I ran to Colorado where I live now. I have no career and am in deeper despair then ever. I've taken up drinking as it is cliche and you'd expect as much. I hate myself, but for some reason keep going on...
As I looked up at the stars Smokin' a cigarette that wasn't mine next to a dog that could very well be my next meal, I wondered to myself how it all came to this. I remembered how two years ago I had been in college, my 2nd year. I was an aspiring artist, had a beautiful girlfriend, had a comfortable Job, and on a full ride. Then one day I got the call that my father had gone insane and kill my mother, my 10 year old sister and himself. This forced me into a spiraling depression that nothing seemed to be able to heal. People say despair is a great artistic motivator...well, I couldn't even look at a paintbrush. My girlfriends stood by me for a good year, but I wasn't the same. Finally my despair came to a head when I couldn't stand the anguish any longer and did something drastic. I killed my girlfriend, I'm not sure why...but afterwards I was scared. I ran away. I ran to Colorado where I live now. I have no career and am in deeper despair then ever. I've taken up drinking as it is cliche and you'd expect as much. I hate myself, but for some reason keep going on...