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My last act has the meaning of protesting against the evil that we adults are preparing for the innocent new generations to come. We live our lives eating their flesh. An evil abyss in its horror. My sorrow for this crime kills me.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute;
From the center all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
My right there is none to dispute;
From the center all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
I started and stopped playing this game in the years since you posted this thread. It's not a very good game. Too competitive and too much time investment required. Don't recommend unless you've got a life to waste.
I will be done with my displays.
There is protection from nearly everything...
But there is no protection from mankind.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation, how time speeds up to win its prolongation.
Upon life’s outcry time does increase speed, prolongs the very second when you burst.
How terror blasts inward, how horror blasts outward.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation.
There is protection from nearly everything...
But there is no protection from mankind.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation, how time speeds up to win its prolongation.
Upon life’s outcry time does increase speed, prolongs the very second when you burst.
How terror blasts inward, how horror blasts outward.
How grim it always is, one’s detonation.
Melted holes through my plastic ramen packet with the cigarette....it's sweet on my lips, heady in my....head....
When a wasp's nest is stirred up, it is seldom the wasps that grieve later.
"Did you take your medicine today?"
She has no pill in mind. Just a vague idea that something should render me less persuasive, less unfair, more stupid, and that I should be taking it.
She has no pill in mind. Just a vague idea that something should render me less persuasive, less unfair, more stupid, and that I should be taking it.
A ring of gold and a milk-white dove
Are goodly gifts for thee,
And a hempen rope for your own love
To hang upon a tree.
For you a House of Ivory,
(Roses are white in the rose-bower)!
A narrow bed for me to lie,
(White, O white, is the hemlock flower)!
Myrtle and jessamine for you,
(O the red rose is fair to see)!
For me the cypress and the rue,
(Finest of all is rosemary)!
For you three lovers of your hand,
(Green grass where a man lies dead)!
For me three paces on the sand,
(Plant lilies at my head)!
Are goodly gifts for thee,
And a hempen rope for your own love
To hang upon a tree.
For you a House of Ivory,
(Roses are white in the rose-bower)!
A narrow bed for me to lie,
(White, O white, is the hemlock flower)!
Myrtle and jessamine for you,
(O the red rose is fair to see)!
For me the cypress and the rue,
(Finest of all is rosemary)!
For you three lovers of your hand,
(Green grass where a man lies dead)!
For me three paces on the sand,
(Plant lilies at my head)!
im permabanned poster deferentsheep. i first started posting on fighunter when i was about 14. by 15 i got really obsessed with the concept of “flash games” and tried to channel it constantly, until my thought process got really bizarre and i would repeat things like “MARDEK Chapter 4” and “DUUUH” in my head for hours, and i would get really paranoid, start seeing things in the corners of my eyes etc, basically prodromal schizophrenia. im now on antipsychotics. i always wondered what the kind of “flash game” style of fighunter humor was all about; i think it’s the unconscious leaking in to the conscious, what jungian theory considered to be the cause of schizophrenic and schizotypal syptoms. i would advise all people who “get” fighunter to be careful because that likely means you have a predisposition to a mental illness. peace.