a story that nightingale made (uncompleted, as far as I know)
they need to have better occupations out there to make them feel worth doing
i had a great joke that iāve already told
go find it and enjoy that one
I didnāt mention Hitler. I said Austrian Painter.
On a more serious note, there is a social deduction plus card game which features said painter.
amon hitstun of doom



Zone's Ramblings
Somehow⦠It doesnāt feel⦠real? It may be because in the end, I am still one. I craved for it multiple times in the past, but in the end I didnāt get it. There was no need for me to have it. I have been safe. I have not been stressed. āDonāt try to fix whatās not broken.ā My mind adhered to that common sense.
I am just me. No matter how many characters I imagine, they are all ultimately reflections of what I think someone could be. Spawn, imagine, get distracted, forget. No matter how many rituals I perform, no character truly stays in my mind forever besides myself. Sometimes, I would lose myself in my dreams, but my body -my brain- brings me back, reminding me who I am.
IIRC, Level 1 was empty. Level 2⦠What were the differences between 2 and 3 again? Was there a Level 5, or was Level 4 the limit where common sense no longer applies? If Lv. 2 exists of one, and Lv. 3 exists of three, then I think Lv. 4 is where abnormality starts. (I am starting to regret trying to remember this setting where one puts levels on something immeasurable by⦠I donāt remember what they call us, but essentially: by our standards.)
It has been⦠such a long time since I have thought about them, that I thought it had already died. However, if I were to think about it with him, then that would be wrong. It -just like him- had long since returned to me. Before I knew it, I am back to one. It was so subtle that it makes me wonder whether they had ever existed at all.
I am no longer lonely, despite being alone. (Long story short: āBecause the internet exists.ā) I can still make characters as entertainment, but I also know they wonāt last forever. Nothing does. Not even myself, give or take a couple dozen years.
Postscript
ā¦speaking of which, werenāt there those people as well? The ones who support me whenever I play RPs?
I wonder if Altruist is alive after so many years. Muscles and Merchant. I think they are still part of me. They just⦠donāt have the opportunity to shine. As there was no need for them to appear, they didnāt.
What would they represent, I wonder. If Muscles is Id and Merchant is Superego, then what is Altruist, if not another Id? One wishes to destroy whereas the other wishes to save. How many (strong) opinions can I have? How many do I have? Do I even still have them anymore? āIā donāt feel them. My mind is silent whenever I donāt speak in it. Itās⦠tranquil, or perhaps distracted.
no shame in telling the exact same joke twice
i have a confession: i didnāt have a joke in mind. i was just saying that.
ā¦can you ever forgive me?
what
some things arenāt meant to make sense to you
officially 4/6 classes are āout of my handsā in that Iām done with the work and its just up to how i did on the exams/projects/papers
technically 5/7 since i took the model UN conference trip for credit
my finals and final projects have been extremely frontloaded, which is bad because I definitely have to lock in more than I thought in the past few days and upcoming day, but its good because I get a lot of time after finals to pack my stuff up and chill and whatever
I have 4/5 of my classes back as As but the last one is the evil one where the entirety of the grade was determined by a 10 minute presentation at the end of the semester
how was model un btw
And she STILL hasnāt graded them
fun. I enjoyed the conference stuff itself and new york city is a truly magical place that it is hard to believe exists in the same country as me
If your friend is suddenly speaking broken english, they aināt your friend
Am I an occassional fake friendā¦
Did anyone else get scammed besides Baker and Leafia? I donāt know how to contact Baker, do they answer on MU?
did you Gaddafi maxx