XO I’ll move over there is Scorchmist copies and paste what I’ve typed here(First post) At the bottom of his, and changes the name to this one…
Temporary chatting area
Step 1: Press nexus key
Step 2: Fix the message
Step 3: Go back into train realm
Step 4: ???
Step 5: Profit
Day ??? I Am…
[Setting:Nexus]
It says I am become death…
I say nothing…
I am told nothing in the real world…
Who was I? I had to wait…
Accessing the astral plane. I see I must give up… or did I have to?
Did I fail? Was it because I gave up?.. Was this the end of the passage?
It is not an enemy, but a force that speaks of erasing my existence once again.
In an enigmatic time flux… A continuum.
I think that’s where I stopped.
Shall I do my duty?
I am Peace, The Berzerk Healer, and The Endurer…
Who I am? It’s up to your imagination for now I suppose…
-EOF- (End of File/Scripture)
Jango…what you high on?
Gah, this english class is mushing up what ever atoms is left floating inside of it,
Alright, hm. this is the start of the protogonist’s story, the prologue?
Yes. It is kind of… Actually it’s The start of Chapter 1. The hardest of the hard journeys he will live through will come forth in this. Progressing through what seems to be ethereal. I will not give you all the details. Anyway… I’m high on Hardstyle. It showed me the way…
I think I was alive… Yes… I wasn’t asleep. I was listening to Hardstyle! I lived in it! I played it! I danced to it. I ran to it… I loved in it… I cried in it… I was angry in it… xo
I dreamed of it… I saw in it… I died in it… I loved it still…
Episode 2 coming soon… >.>
I even got a hearticle just for you… What have I done…
I’ve just reached the pinnacle of my all time favorite game…
Holy crap I’m shaking.
400 hours … 2 previous corruptions (Both had a bout 200 hours each)
Total = 800+ hours
(I was VERY slow grinding)
I present the megafaggot, anal ramming snowpile from antartican hell…
Some exiting sh*ts happening 2 nite.
Or is there more than one Cpiratemonkey?
(The answer is yes)
(Thought I will not reveal them to you)
Maybe the dire consequences of the like button are cursing the ever-present over watcher as he twiddled his fingers faster by the minute.
That’s until he runs out of likes.
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