Croaks

Well that's not a hard question.

I think I've stayed up around two days so maybe 36-46 hours? I'm really not sure.

It was when I was a kid and it was one of my life goals to stay up over night with my friends.

I really like Dead Frontier. It's dark, but it's a good challenge and it can be fun.

The only downside is that it will be completely boring and terrible if you don't know what you're doing.

Every time I'm about to say a word, or even think it, but then I change my mind and say another word, I have to say the original word after just to feel satisfied. Otherwise it just... makes me feel weird. I don't know.

Or when something isn't straight and I have to straighten it. Then, it turns out it was already straight.

Now that I think of it I am really weird.

Welcome.

Hey there.

Enjoy the place.

Uh.

Welcome.

Hey there.

I really have nothing else to say.

When it comes to art, I usually just take suggestions or requests from people.

For example at another forum, there are different staff groups. One of them being, "Graphics Crew" which I happen to be in. People just request sigs or drawings and I do that.

As for poetry, I usually lie down for a while and think. I think about intelligent people and objects that could symbolize many things such as personalities or people. All you have to do is think some more so you can organize this into a sort of poem.

I think about lots of things.

Like how I was such a dumbass.

Every year. Every single year, I look back at different situations in my life and old posts at other forums and I facepalm at everything.

It disturbs me.

Hey there.

Welcome.

Have fun.

I really don't know what else to say, it's been a while since I was actually active here.

I really don't care whether or not someone uses "strong" language and I don't know why people can get so offended.

Sometimes, people use it to get their point across and to be seen seriously. It can be stupid at times when someone uses it like, "wow u stupid fag noob fu*k you I slept with your mom"

In that case, it annoys me.

However, if someone is using a word in the right situation and uses it only once or twice, then I say it's okay.

I understand many people's jimmies will be rustled if they even hear a curse word, but sometimes people need to learn how to deal with things.

The villain was a pretty crappy one. I mean, Discord was much better and this is just, eh.

That's just my opinion of course, just saying.

They way I see it, he doesn't wear shoes. Or have feet for that matter.

See, people can mistake Slenderman's outstretched arms as tree branches, and his legs as tree trunks. That is, until they see his head.

So, I just imagine his "feet" as the bottom of tree stumps. Except they're all black and scary-looking.

Sometimes, I replace everyone's garbage cans with recycling bins secretly. Then, after doing it to the entire neighborhood, I throw crushed up cans out the window, sometimes at people, without anyone seeing me. After a bit, pedestrians see these cans and they're like, "Where the hell did all these cans come from?"

They then want to dispose of them. Seeing no garbage cans, they put them in the recycling bins.

Yeah, recycling.

I like to punch babies in the face in my free time.

Is that bad?

Seriously I need to know, please help me out.

I also like to do stuff.

Who are you anyway? You're a bird, but I don't think I have ever seen you before.

 

I try to post around everywhere a bit, and I did a lot, but then I went inactive for several months.

Now I'm back, and I'm trying to post everywhere. I've only posted in this thread maybe two or three times, but mostly, I post in the roleplay sections or general discussion in the everfree forest.

But for now I'll just stick with a few places.

Totally should.

 

I DON'T KNOW ANYONE ANYMORE AHH

Oh, hey there.

I've seen a few people come in because of Omegle. I think I told someone about this place there but I don't think they ever showed up.

Anyways, welcome to the forum.

BE WARNED!

I AM ABOUT TO TRAVEL INTO THE PAST TO UNDO CERTAIN EVENTS. THIS IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. YOU SHALL KNOW THAT I AM SUCCESSFUL IF GERMANY LOSES WWII AND THURSDAY COMES BEFORE FRIDAY. WISH ME LUCK.

I need to start posting more.

Oh god what have I stumbled upon.

I better warn Jamal. He's been at the store forever.

Mine is really cool. It's super fast, and has unlimited memory. It also works with voice command and brain waves! Incredible, right?

It's also invisible.

In fact it's called nothing.

One time, I had a wedding the next day, and my mother hung up my suit, right on my closet door, about three feet off of the ground. When I walked in, I saw this, and thought that it was slenderman.

The jimmies were rustled beyond repair.

Map Maker went out to the yard with Martin and Luke when he asked him the time of the guards' routes around the nurse's office. Luke then left. "Alright," Maker said in response to Martin's question, "Just give me some time and I'll get it."

Maker walked away and thought of how he would get the times. Maybe he could just straight up ask a guard, or he could watch them himself somehow.

"Wonderful," Maker said as he looked over his shoulder a few times, "Just one question though, when do I get to contribute, like, when can I get started?"

Maker smiled once a sudden realization came to him. He might actually leave the prison after being there so long.

Maker sat in his own little table until he saw Luke walk up to him. Luke pointed to the corner of the room, saying that they needed to talk in private. Maker raised an eyebrow, and said, "Alright."

They made their way to one of the corners of the mess hall. "What is it?" Maker asked.

Maker felt the knife at his side and got up, "Alright, alright, let's not get rough."

He walked over to a different table and sat there and ate. He then tossed his tray, went back to another table, and waited for free time.

He didn't know what Luke needed to talk about, but he hoped it had something to do with him being in on whatever they were doing.

After a long two days, Maker finally was released from his cell to eat breakfast. "Thank god," he muttered as he rushed to the mess hall.