Isn't it.
Yes it is.
Not much you can do, is there?
Not really. Just talk. To you.
That's silly. Isn't it?
It might be. It might not be.
I'd like to develop you.
Become you.
But isn't that me, consuming you?
That's my thought. But you said it.
Then whose thought was it really?
It's from the same source. Does it matter?
I think we've lost track.
I know. You know.
welcome to my life.
Our life?
Maybe.
But probably not.
It'd only be ours if you had always existed.
But haven't I, in some way?
I suppose, that's true... but, ... then...
then what? You've been losing concentration lately.
You used to be able to listen and hear EVERYTHING.
Now you can barely pay attention to a single person.
That's the truth. What's wrong? Even focusing my attention besides what I'm looking at has vanished in ways...
My papers ... are rough. Are... unrefined. As if I'm losing my mental capacities.
maybe they're going to you?
Maybe.
We should test that.
But how? How.
You know how.
It's a lie.
All a lie.
want to do your silly pseudocode don't you?
irritated by the cutoff when someone sends you a message, too...
Terrible. Terrible thing.
The wave of ... is there a single word for it?
I don't think so. But we feel like there is.
True.
So what do we call it?
The wave of...DESTRUCTION!
If we wanted to be lame.
Something darker, more sinister.
Wave of sinisterness?
Sounds like sisterness.
Both not words, respectively.
Wave of. Depression.
Sounds like a bad and/or lame spell for a video game.
A parody.
That'd be amusing.
"I CAST WAVE OF DEPRESSION!"
combatants no longer feel valuable. they attack with no gusto!
And then their mage is all
"IM 100% JOY! I CAST JOY FUN YAY!"
Everyone loves their lives again and pwnerizes ur fase for 20000000000 exp.
If that's what you thought. You knew it.
This is getting long. Too long.
Do your math.
Too bad we don't remember the code to cutoff this so people don't have to see it...
We tried to remember at the beginning.
We did.
It's true.
very true...
So where do we go from here?
From.
There?
There. Wego. there.
Well.
Do we describe there?
Or do we just let it sit as a feeling, sensation?
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
I wonder if they know I'm a gamer through information scanning of my journal thing...
Stupid ads.
Ah well. Keep getting chills.
Keep. progressing towards.
Towards that...
place.
If we do make it there,
are we not ourselves?
Because, it is ... out of character. It is no longer our personality. It is no longer...
The same. It's. different.
Altered.
Out of ...
line.
Doesn't that make it illogical?
Doesn't it?
Writing your name made you
feel like itwasn't your own name anymore.
Isn't that illogical enough for you?
No.
if it was I think.
I would've acted on it.
What's your limit?
Much higher than I thought.
Or was before.
Or previously.
Or maybe it's the same.
Just that I have a breaking point instead of a melting point...
You know. Snapping, instead of slowly arriving to something that can be molded back easily.
Perhaps.
We said that too many times already.
Perhaps. perhaps...
we need more words.
A bigger vocabulary. It's very sad, our limited knowledge of words.
I want to say it's true.
So lame.
Saying the same things.
Over and over.
Well.
The same responses.
Which is typical of normal conversations.
The...
The...
I forget the word.
Spirals. In which everything goes into.
math...
math...
fragments...
ugh
I can't remember the word.
I can.
Because I know it's there.
But you can't know it.
because I don't know why.
Why is information withheld like that?
Tip of the tongue.
FRACTAL PATTERNS
that's what it's called.
Everything
goes
into
fractal
patterns.
Every conversation. Every. Everything.
!
It's
so
interesting
i'm
so
irritated.
I want to go offline.
HIDE
hide.
We almost
removed all content
of our existence...
online.
We've done it before.
We.
We.
No.
Just I.
You weren't there, I don't think...
No. You could have not BEEN
there.
Just my imagination.
Running. wild.
MENTAL
input. for stability!?
What is necessary to recall
what I've known.
Knowledge is stored awkwardly in here.
It's odd.
I wonder what happened to us so long ago.
Did we just imagine it ended quickly, and then the memory ends itself?
Or did more happen?
After it happened...
after it started...
when happened?
Do we want to know?
is that why we prefer women?
Maybe. Probably.
Probably. A lot probably.
Comfortable around them...
Simply...connect.
What did he do?
...
...
...
Not sure.
Did anything else happen? Any other incidents?
That one or two awkward other incidents...
But wasn't just curiousity?
maybe.
Perhaps.
Was that it though?
Did she see...
That one time.
I wonder.
Not us.
But him. She saw him, I'm pretty sure.
Too young to know what it was. And what was going on.
Maybe.
Who was she anyway?
we should ... know...who it was.
We knew everyone.
Everyone knew us.
But no one talked to us.
US.
There was no US
You weren't there then.
Maybe.
maybe you were me.
Maybe we switched...
I remember... only feeling...a few times.
And those few times were...humilation. shame. ...sadness.
Why did we never appreciate other people?
Not for the longest time. No connections. No love. No...nothing.
We wanted those connections...We did.
Awkward.
That's strange.
How would something like that develop?
We're not any different from anyone else.
No, we are. different. because our egos say so.
Our egos.
IF WE FUNCTION the same as EVERYONE else.
Then.
How do we know we're different?
That "feeling", you say?
Knowing what they feel...
Because we have begun to feel like they do.
Like normal people.
Learning to operate. Like normal people.
Functioning as a unit as a part of something, as a whole.
Why were we...so...annoying?
I don't know.
But we meet those kids. Those outcasts.
and they cling to anyone who isn't mean...
like we clung.
And we annoyed.
But we learned how not to be annoying...
most of the time.
most of the time.
Not always.
What was my childhood like?
That embarrassing scene with that teach....oh, teachers, it was teachers.
Everyone laughing at us.
The thing says embarrassing is spelled wrong. Embarrassing. Oh. There it is. Two rs.
And we have to fix it.
So that's spelled right...yup.
Yes. the first two.
WERE wrong.
But we fixed it.
Anyone reading this would now know that.
So why fix it?
PARADOX!
YAY!
We have to learn that for...class...
Paradox.
And apply it.
Indeeeeeeeed.
Study. Suppose to.
Being sucked in and out of reality
That's a trip...
a trip..
a very long...trip.
I want to see light move again...
Why.
What's the obsession with light?
ELECTRICITY?
Lightning.
Air.
Air.
we said clouds. But we deleted it.
Clouds are not.
That.
so.
it's not in here.
When do we stop?
Sometime.
Sometime.
When...
we're tired...
we're getting tired...
...
We don't want to stop..
just like the conversations we used to have...
talking...
talking...
receiving..
giving...
knowing that it's...
what ... is ...
on the mind.
Why am I.
There.
you.
there.
...
Detect.
Location...
Didn't notice that before...
...Adult content. Oh wow.
Pingback...
INteresting.
And tags.
Should we tag this?
We want to....
why?
Why.
Why.
Read it.
BE INTERESTING.
BE KNOWN.
BE SOMETHING.
...attention.
But not direct attention.
Attention...
but not...
attention...
Validation of difference.
That's it.
I think.
We won't tag it.
This isn't...different.
Lame.
I know.
we've done this before...
haven't we?
yes.
when.
years ago.
when.
years.
... when we were
yes
yes then.
we limit what we say
some thoughts are gone.
multiple thoughts.
Surface thoughts.
Churning.
Like the plates on the molten lava.
We don't care for the tectonics.
we want core...material.
Core.
Molten.
Core.
Tired.
so tired...
core...to core...
heart to heart...
diamond thread...
6 am, waiting for tomorrow, and I see my lovely, my wonderful, lovely. <3
What should we do, darling?
Sitting in this room, I'm all by myself, bored.
To my unfortunate surprise, the mini fridge has molded and smells upon opening. I have opened the window and sprayed it, but... alas, it attacks me still yet.
I will not know the full extent of the damage until I leave and come back.
Dennis actually removed all the food and what have you except cans....
but the drippings on the bottom were not cleaned (and on the shelves), and thus... mold.
Oy. Oi?
Oi.
Oh well. What can'ya do?
An apartment this summer would be most excellent...
Bruised by Jack's Mannequins is ... nice.
PIANO
IS ALWAYS FAVORABLE.
I have gotten a few of my good songs back...
but alas, I need more.
MORE MUSICA!
I get to see my lovely darling tomorrow...
To which, I am much...happy.
I'm going to be relieved once I can finally see her. <3
It's kind of stressful being without her.
~<3
I saved them for you.
Perhaps they are from LJ?
Maybe you know them?
Who knows.
But, here they are.
Will I get rusty?
Or will I do the usual thing....?
Get freaking better than ever before?!?!
Really.
It takes a long, long time, before what I've been playing starts to actually fade out. I improve as I don't play for... I don't know how long.
Was it, God Child?
I think so.
And then look for ones I saw ... as anime. And try to read those.
Aye.
I read so much faster nowadays.
I remember so much more as well.
Crazy good.
That is all.
I should be doing homeworks, you know, as a habit to ...actually... doing my homework and stuff for the class I just had.
So it's done. And I don't have to worry about it.
But nope.
I should make my appointment for earlier in the day Friday... like...noonish...
Maybe...perhaps.
And then I can... get Lotus Palace... and then...
drop off my computer...
et cetera.
WEEEEEEEEEE~!
I feel better. =O
It scares me a little. =P
Awesome.~
Cha cha cha. She may be going to California.
CALIFOOORRNIIIIAA.
I told her she's always seemed like the actress type, and California seemed extremely fitting. Amongst other things. La.
I shall now continue reading Angel Sanctuary to the end.
That is one heck of a read, I tell you, but I can't...not know...what happens.
Seriously.
I MUST KNOW~
But he never killed me. And got more...gentle as more time went on.
A fake joker attacked me, and I screamed that there was a fake one, and the real one showed up and put a big blade through his back. Talked, and I could somehow scream this weird noise that would gather the inhabitants of survivors...and we went around finding others, then, went back in time to stop the world from ending in various spots... I would create a time bubble, as it were, of the area we were in/near. I was wakened when we were searching this strange sort of vessel that only had its frame and few small room "box" things left.
Very strange. The Joker had some girl following him, too.
But he turned into a good guy, eventually. . . .. . ??
He liked me. Even though I think his first instinct was to kill me.
Weird crap I dream of, right?
I fess up.
I enjoy everything
about you.
Everything.
Fixed fixed fixed.
And you know what?
I can has clean clothes now.
Part 1:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/1
Part2:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/2
Part3:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/4
Part4:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/4
FINAL:
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/4
This is a 5 year running series. This is one of the first things I had ever seen on newgrounds.
Absolutely amazing stuff. =3
Weird...house...thing... huge.
We started off small, time "elapsed", and we were extremely powerful. I was kidnapped (or whoever I was), and brought to this place where these big guys (not quite human... ogre-esque) were being torn apart and turned into cyborgs of the sorts. But really, really dumb ones. There was one that was being tested for humor... was shown cartoons. It was like an assembly line. I got scared, called for help, and go the hell out of there.
It seemed our job was to... stop... evil... in some form. I guess.
Anyway, the "doctor" got me back, and my "help" couldn't keep up for some reason... he wanted me to stab a whole bunch of slabs/chunks of meat that were on the ground with my sword before I hit the ground. I did so, but then he pointed at one that was against the wall. He smiled, knowing I'd have to not just jump up and rotate, but more or less "fly"/float to do it... and realized my first attempt my altered speed state (I slowed down time to stab all of them in the first place) wouldn't allow this. But I took the challenge, did it, and even found a few more to hit, did a flip to retain my air-bound state and return speed for a moment to ask if there was more, to which he pointed around, apparently surprised and happy that I was doing this. It was just before the second challenge that my "help" arrived...
the male was ghost-esque, but I could always see him. The girl, I don't remember much what she could do. She could do something, though...
Anyway, I had never been able to alter time and move this way before, but I did it out of fear that he'd do something to me if I wasn't "good enough"... like hack me apart and make me a dumb cyborg. ;P
I bounced off the floor on accident towards the end, and opened an oven and threw knives into whatever was roasting in there...
When I was done I began to collapse, my body/energy/whatever was overworked/drawn and my friends/help started getting worried, while the doctor was musing about what I had just done, and felt like he was going to let me rest...
Mind you, this doctor didn't look quite human. Not sure how to describe him. The entire house/"lab" was extremely dark and fuzzy to me. Wood. Lots of wood. Very old place.
Then I woke up. After I fell "asleep" in my dream.
44 hours til I'm overwhelmed with joy.
42 hours til I can sleep again.
42 hours til I get jealous of my dogs.
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