Anachronous

I can't really recall too much but I remember being chased by a... figure, in a dark room not unlike an asylum, with patches of skin stiched together from important people in my life. His mouth was stitched shut but I could hear him attempting to scream as he chased me through neverending darkness, attempting to cut me up with the special knife I used to cut my 15th birthday cake a few days earlier. Eventually I became winded and tripped. He closed in on me and I thought I was done for. Suddenly, I remember "the scissors" I had been using earlier that day to cut some cloth. I stand up, resolute and my gripping fear falling away, and jam the open scissors between the stitches in the midst of his forehead. As if controlled by some otherworldly force, I just start snipping away at his "body," layer after layer of fleshy material falling away with an artistic grace as it yelled at me through shut lips. When I was finished, flesh lay on the floor layered like a springtime rose and a flock of birds, doves and pigeons and jays alike, rose out from the husk of that vile creature. The knife he wielded against me clanked against the darkened floor and, as if magically, the black inversed to white and the rose to a pleasant violet. I found myself suddenly falling sleepy and I fell unconscious amongst the petals of what could have very well been my demise, sinking into a bright light of peace. Then I saw the face of a baby doll with its eye gouged out and I woke up in a frenzied sweat.

I share the same sentiment as Moose. I'm thoroughly impressed!

I'm situationally aware, that's all. I'm not going to walk up and be chummy with someone who isn't obviously interested in getting to know me but I don't consider myself socially inept at all. And do I enjoy being the center of attention? Yes, yes I do. Will I scrounge to get that role? Nope.

Eh, I'm not sure. It's kind of a bit unsettling looking into myself and realizing that there really isn't a defined goal or purpose I'm looking for here as I go about my life. I just sort of... drift along, I guess. I could say the meaning of my life is the pursuit of happiness but, really, what is that but subjective thinking? I live to find my meaning, my purpose. And once that's figured out? I'll fulfill it. Not the most intricate explanation ever. Ooh, and I'd like to fall in love because I'm a total romantic but that's just the icing on the proverbial cake, hm?

Had a Skype, logged out and forgot my password. Just made a new one, though ; rarity_vee

I'm about to be a sore winner all up in this thread, hold up.

> just a game It's a story of perseverence, guts, passion, courage and awesome wrapped into one game. It's not "just a game;" the only "just" thing about it was the Patriots getting their asses handed to them! @ Moose ; haha welcome to new york losers baddaboom

I dare any of you to enter the chat right now. It's been turned into Football General.

The Giants are going to win by eleven points.

A bullet to his brain is probably less wrought with anguish than turning into a zombie. I'd do it if the situation called for it.

FMA, Soul Eater, the When They Cry series, among other series. I was never a huge fan but I watched what I liked. My taste isn't entirely refined and I forget the names of the more obscure shows I've watched.

Kiss, I'd imagine.

<3 franz ferdinand

I've a fear of paper cuts, random indiscernible sounds, baby dolls and things being in places when I didn't notice them there before. I am also terrified of the thought of my skin being scarred, my body growing in a way that's either too masculine or uneven on either side, developing a mental disorder and having my things stolen or broken. I will deliberately go out of my way to not enjoy myself physically if my iPod's in my pocket or if I fear that I could perhaps injure and scar myself in the process.

You look like a total bro and that soul patch of sorts only furthers that opinion.

Just took this one. Wearing three different layers of clothing sure adds to, well, my figure. I almost feel imposing. ugh i need to wash my hair and get more sleep today was a long day

I second this. I have been procrastinating any involvement with this club.

Being completely honest when I say that I could've told you all of that before having taken the test.

A few friends invited me over for the Super Bowl and it's going to be a bit of a potluck gathering preceded by random gaming. One of these friends is looking to set up a Melee tournament so I'm likely going to wind up going to his house because Melee's just a blast.

A bit of a fledging fashion nerd.

BowlArt64, AKA Mr. Wobbels, Gray, moosefullaeggs and myself are all brothers. Any way you can work that into the diagram would be absolutely to die for.