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[Eater of Clowns]

YOURE FUCKED FOREVER

Also I used to go by Nullified last time you were here, then before that a dozen names. I’ve been off and on homeless for ... years now. Joined originally in like 09, disappeared due to homelessness in 2010-ish? Maybe 2012-ish I was here I don’t have clear memory of that time, then I rejoined when the Nazi shitfuck in chief happened, been here intermittently ever since — more this time than my last stint of homelessness since I have a real smartphone and not a flip phone or a 20 dollar android thing.

Oh right, I remember you as Nullified. Good to see you again!

[Doktor Howl]

This is a lot of posts to catch up on I think I'm gonna mark all read

You should PM The MGT about too many posts.

[altered]

At destination. Back on laptop instead of horrible nightmare mobile device. Pursued by sentient flies the size of cats, more later.

[Drake75]

I've fucked up. Turns out the guy I gave rights to my story to might've lost their teaching job because of me?

I gave him the first few chapter written by me and the general plot from there, but then things go sideways and by CH33 he's killing my self-insert character. The story was, for me, a lot of introspection and expression of real world events that happened to me, although not as bad for-real. By the combined powers of my undiagnosed autism and care though I basically wrote the rest of the almost 80 chapters in under a month and sent him links to call the result his own. Stupid dumb awesome teachers, recognizing my inner uncertainty in my own writing...

Anyways I'm currently brainstorming how exactly to break it to my fans that they've been deceived about who the real author is and why ""Somber"" has been so unflinchingly resolute on keeping true to the story I wanted to tell myself. Damn me, I've hurt them all. Semi-news for you all but Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons was written by a fellow Discordian. Me. Secrets, I love them begrudgingly. I see them like fossils to dig up.

It's taken me this long to do something because I actually, at the time at least, felt the meta-narrative made it a good idea to mindfuck/gaslight myself into thinking I didn't actually write most of it. If I had actually read it after my initial writing I'd've known it sooner. Too many self-insert-references that are specific to my own life and actually hurt the story by existing. In the final chapters, for instance, I have Aeris as a flamethrower wielder. The way she's written into the story is like a redcoat from Star Trek, which is a notorious meme for being bad writing. I wrote Eris into it, sort of. Boo is much closer to how I would like Eris to see my perception of her irl ofc... Not that you know what I'm actually talking about here.

Anyways, any suggestions as to how to apologize to a teacher that lost their job for defending your story that includes pedophilia because pedophilia, being more of a victim irl, has a lot to do with your mental trauma? Yeah yeah, big mess of fuck. I need help if you have it. Also, think of me like a force of Aftermath that has reality conveniently bend around it unintentionally. Trump much? I predicted Card-pun, my MC for the story is called Blackjack, would win the past election. We all know where reality sits now.

Help? No help is ok too ofc. I'll just keep being here as I am, without you.

[Drake75]

https://youtu.be/cZQzUziy1jY

A brief summary for those who don't want to hear.

[chaotic neutral observer]

I got all my move-in costs, and a small buffer just in case. Oh, just, goddamn. Work is the next big fucking task, but the job market weirdness favors me, and I am having enough good luck elsewhere...

That is good.

Pursued by sentient flies the size of cats, more later.

That is bad.  Up here, we use crossbows (broadhead bolts, of course) to deal with mosquitoes, so I imagine they would work against flies.  Throwing knives can work, too, if you're handy with them.  Small-calibre firearms (like a .22) are not effective, for obvious reasons.

[Doktor Howl]

Anyways, any suggestions as to how to apologize to a teacher that lost their job for defending your story that includes pedophilia because pedophilia, being more of a victim irl, has a lot to do with your mental trauma? Yeah yeah, big mess of fuck. I need help if you have it. Also, think of me like a force of Aftermath that has reality conveniently bend around it unintentionally. Trump much? I predicted Card-pun, my MC for the story is called Blackjack, would win the past election. We all know where reality sits now.

It sounds as if "helping you" is an existential threat.

[Doktor Howl]

Also, I'm not sure why the fuck you'd write pedo porn.  Second, I am even less sure why you'd jeopardize a teacher's job and reputation by running it past them.

This has gone totally Babylon Horuv and will most assuredly end well.

[Faust]

Also, I'm not sure why the fuck you'd write pedo porn.  Second, I am even less sure why you'd jeopardize a teacher's job and reputation by running it past them.

This has gone totally Babylon Horuv and will most assuredly end well.

Gimmick fake account, probably because of the time I said Brony = Pedophile.

[Doktor Howl]

Also, I'm not sure why the fuck you'd write pedo porn.  Second, I am even less sure why you'd jeopardize a teacher's job and reputation by running it past them.

This has gone totally Babylon Horuv and will most assuredly end well.

Gimmick fake account, probably because of the time I said Brony = Pedophile.

So put him out the airlock.

[Drake75]

Ok, so I had this dream while I was gone. I was alone, in an old family hose in bed after what was apparently an accident as alluded to by my nearby little sister. Obviously I was actually physically fine, but was paralyzed and stuck to the bed for some reason. Until I started to move, only to find I had family pets laying with me that I wound up hurting during my wild thrashings to get out of bed. It was also followed by some insipid remark from my stepmom that I'm grateful I didn't hear. It's not that I don't like her you see, but I never felt she really cared that much for me either. Sure sure, she met my needs but I would've been a little happier with her had it been a bit more, y'know. Anyways, a few more upset house pets later I sit up in a dream only to feel myself stuck to the sheets and bed due to a layer of don't-think-about-it that had dried at some point.

Woke up in my irl bed after that, same makeshift pillow made from a blanket.
Suffice enough I have head demons. Dangerous ones, been trying to work them out and maybe the key meant to unlock my memories from my subconscious should've been a little easier to get to than re-reading my work but whatever. Over now.

Also, I swear that if you start with those still elusive fruitcake references, and might be connected to this rando here, I'm gonna have a lighthearted conniption at you because I'm being sincere at the moment. Tbh tho, I didn't know what to expect with you guys having me come back after being spooked off by what seemed like psychic power to me at the time. I wrote a story for you guys to read, if you'd like. All the edge, all the intrigue, all the drama and references as well as shadows of traumas I have in my real life. Frankly I expect you to have enough before finishing it if you even do read. Anyways, it looks like it should still be easy enough to peruse my few historical comments on here to get a better idea. There certainly are few of them after all.


Might be enough spaghetti dropping for today. Just know I'd like to call you all cool by proxy now. Not that you weren't before ofc.

[altered]

I got all my move-in costs, and a small buffer just in case. Oh, just, goddamn. Work is the next big fucking task, but the job market weirdness favors me, and I am having enough good luck elsewhere...

That is good.

Pursued by sentient flies the size of cats, more later.

That is bad.  Up here, we use crossbows (broadhead bolts, of course) to deal with mosquitoes, so I imagine they would work against flies.  Throwing knives can work, too, if you're handy with them.  Small-calibre firearms (like a .22) are not effective, for obvious reasons.

It turns out javelins work too. The household has meat to spare now that we have brought low the giant alien bugs. Hopefully we won't become subject to an ancient curse of deathlessness and delusion or anything.



In other news, guess who has a JOB INTERVIEW on the 4th and a phone interview for NAME CHANGE SHIT FOR FREE on the 8th?

Yeah. It's me.

[LMNO]

Yes, this belongs in Bring and Brag, but none y'all ever go there.  So:

I wrote and recorded 11 songs in 28 days.  It's rough, but it was fun.

I decided to take on the RPM challenge, which is to write and record ten new songs in February.  Much like NaNoWriMo, the point is to finish them, not necessarily to have them in perfect shape.  Creativity is the goal, rough edges accepted.

Please enjoy my... um... highly specific guitar soloing technique.  I also used that Thatcher speech, too.

https://earfatigueproductions.bandcamp.com/album/the-year-that-wasnt-there-an-earfatigue-productions-compilation

[Doktor Howl]

Yes, this belongs in Bring and Brag, but none y'all ever go there.  So:

I wrote and recorded 11 songs in 28 days.  It's rough, but it was fun.

I decided to take on the RPM challenge, which is to write and record ten new songs in February.  Much like NaNoWriMo, the point is to finish them, not necessarily to have them in perfect shape.  Creativity is the goal, rough edges accepted.

Please enjoy my... um... highly specific guitar soloing technique.  I also used that Thatcher speech, too.

https://earfatigueproductions.bandcamp.com/album/the-year-that-wasnt-there-an-earfatigue-productions-compilation

Whoop.  Will listen to this tomorrow morning as prep for the meeting I have tomorrow afternoon.

Also, I feel you on the nobody looking at other forums thing.

I am 3/4 of the way through writing something that makes me feel filthy, and it's just sat there.  A few google spiders have looked at it, but meh.  And it's not really a facebook thing.

[Doktor Howl]

Someone want to holler on FB that I caught another 90 day megaban?