7 items of choice would actually be a lot better than 10 bentos if you had some decent misc items. So for the first time in my life I am here participating to end up as runner up?
Well he doesn’t have a lot of good misc so the 10 bentos are still better. But I didn’t know what else to say to post in this threat and I hope the organiser rewards me for my honesty
Soooo i can write about anything huh..ill just right about what i have in my heart So i had a friend in game whos name i wont disclose..i met 2 years ago when i started the game..i was lurking in the campus when suddenly i saw a message saying that they would be leaving the game and i should ask for what i want from them..so thats what i did haha i was no saint and wanted to get some items ..but when i actually started talking to them i learned about their life..and the hardships they were facing..not just irl but also in game like getting farmed just because they were gäy..i gradually started to like them and we would talk everyday for almost 5-9 hours(i convinced him to stay) in pimd..we became best friends but one day suddenly he stopped the game because the abuse he got from others for being gày was putting a lot of stress on him..he was getting farmed everyday..i just wish that i couldve been strong enough to defend him from those people at that time..unfortunately we didnt share any kind of info that could help us talk outside of pimd..so i really wish that he will come back soon and we can be friends again...i will just keep waiting for him here to come back.
Suck at punctuation and lack any skillsof writing lol but here is my entry: Full circle Floating like a balloon high forgetting the world. Drinking till I'm numb filling a void killing my emotions. I nose dive so close to rock bottom I struggle to breath to cope to free myself of my broken cage. Family surrounds me reminding me of what I have to lose but its hard to grasp. It takes a lot it drains me I almost give up again and again but I push hard move forward. Sober 26 months now everyday a victory a middle finger to my cage that will never hold me I have come full circle.
So here's my writing: I'm Rinnnnnnnnnn, if you're asking how many n's in my name, it's 10. And I'm not interested in winning. Just gimme some free drama
The devil, wanting damned souls, did go into the southern lands to strike a deal, wherein he found a lad whose nimble bow did dance o’er fiddle-strings with frenzied zeal. “Good lad,” he said, “I’ll gladly wager thee thy soul against my golden fiddle if thou canst better play a song than me.” The lad spat, “I’m the best that’s ever been.” Though satan play’d with demons in his band and show’d he could compete, the youth play’d reels with such a dext’rous hand, old Lucifer accepted his defeat. — with conscience clear, the boy obtain’d his prize; he’d warn’d the fiend the gamble was unwise. It’s “The Devil went down to Georgia” but if it was written by Shakespeare
Idk what to write about, so, here is what has been on my mind lately: Last Friday I went and spent the day making toner with a friend and playing with her daughter. As soon as I got home, around 7pm, I got a text from a different friend saying that they had something important to tell me but not to worry too much. I asked if it could wait since I had hw I wanted to finish and they said yes, so I didn't end up phoning them til about 10pm. It turned out my friend got crushed by a car and had been passed out underneath it for around 5 minutes, barely able to breath for the most part. They almost died from the lack of oxygen and might have a little temporary brain damage. It was right outside my work and he tried to call one of my coworkers twice but he didn't answer and then he called my manager and the manager came out and saw him under the car and him and two other coworkers went out and saved him and brought him to the ER. the reason this is so strange to me is because 1. He had almost no injuries aside from bruises and he can't really feel anything in his left arm because of a pinched nerve. 2. My manager never has his ringer on so it was weird that he did that day. He also couldn't hear what my friend was saying but for some reason he went outside anyway, even though he was sure it was a pocket dial, and saw him under the car in time to rescue him. I feel mildly traumatized, especially since I had no idea any of this occurred up until he got home from the hospital and i was just chilling, having a normal day. I've been taking tons of pictures with him lately just in case because after that friday i realized i didn't have many. Das all.
It can be anything, huh. Well here goes. One time, I was playing around with my mom. Then when she wasn’t looking, I sneaked a little nipple flick as hard as I could to get a laugh out of her. Little did I know I was gonna get a full forced elbow towards my chest. Hours later, I couldn’t breathe, so they sent me to the hospital. :’)
My sadism side is the wave right now— So enjoy this. Lmao. Pain is sweet, it is the pleasurable sense of all human connection. It’s a strong crave that draws me to you. Your body quivers at a light touch, your mind at the verge of going blank. This isn’t connection, it isn’t a relationship. I don’t want you for nothing else other than pain. Your begs; your pleads; sweetest fruit that is full of poison. So kill me, make me feel the same pain I give to you. Or not- and I’ll make my leash your favourite necklace.