AWKWARD ZOMBIE

Let the record show that I tried to post, but my computer decided not to let it go through. It was a very sincere comment. Curse you robot overlords...

I wrote this massive description of various dreams I had this morning in the weird dreams thread, but before I could post it, internet goes no and closes that tab.

GRR GRR IT SUCKS WHY DID YOU POST THAT NO ONE LIKES YOU DON'T EVER POST AGAIN YOU'RE A LOSER I'M A PRETENTIOUS ASSHOLE ETC. ETC. ETC.


are you afraid of that?

not really. i just, freak out about showing anyone other than Sailor Moon my stuff.



but ame post your stuff i'm sure it doesn't suck

i would like to see it when it's done. i don't think i've really seen many people on the forum write.

sup /az/

Last Breath
The blade pierced the carefully woven cloth that was never intended to protect his fragile body. All the work that the now dead creator* slaved over for years on end was shattered as the cutlass stabbed and sliced the master-craft clothes that he wore. Again and again, the pirate made quick work of the clothes that some called “Art to be worn!”, and the old man’s very skin. The pirate relished the kill, finding pure ecstasy in such dark “recreation” and as he finally let the old man go, releasing his hand from his shoulder and relishing the fall that his victim took on the warm stone pavement; heated by the burning houses on every street. After what seemed like an eternity**, the hapless old man finally hit the pavement, and his fragile and brittle skull shattered as it hit the pavement.

There he lay, withering with pain and trying to speak as the pirate left, only managing to splutter a few coughs and gurgles as his body forced up the phlegm that collected in his throat and the blood that collected in his lungs. His teeth, once white and shimmering were bloodstained, smashed and some taken out all together. He was left there to die. The only thing keeping him alive for the next ten minutes was his constant fretting for his only daughter.

see you can't get worse than that

I might be tempted to post one of my three stories... But then again, that would require me to copy & paste and also show some form of effort.

Best not.

Now I wanna write. Although I find it difficult to not somehow throw Warhammer into it.

I've tried but it always comes back to M.41

Just write it warhammer anyway. The greatest thing about Art is freedom.

fooooo ;; why you gotta write a sad story

If you mean sad as in "Oh god that is like eye rape how could you write something with such horrible sentence structure" then I whole heartedly agree.

shush you. i felt really bad for the old man :<

I think it's a good start! I'd like to see more.

And I liked the butterfly part hurr.

it was hard to understand what was going on at the end, but this'd be a great intro for a book or something