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A very long time ago there was nothing in the multiverse. Nothing but ghosts. These ghosts wore long red robes and soared amongst the stars in packs of millions. But that's not the point. The point is: there was nothing in the multiverse. Nothing but ghosts. These ghosts wore long red robes and soared amongst the stars in packs of millions. Their lives were mundane. So boring, in fact, that they did nothing but bitch and moan to one another. One day the smallest of all the ghosts was tired of being bored so he willed himself away. POOF and he was gone. Stunned, the rest of the ghosts followed suit and all at once too! There was a quiet BANG as suddenly millions of ghosts vanished. The hole they left behind began to grow. It expanded beyond the horizons of Yog Sogoth's eyes and peeled back his iced fur. Black blood bubbled to the surface of the creature as it shrunk and grew all at once.
Voiceless, the multiverse began right then. Through the pores of the Gated Creature's blue skin birthed the Divine Paraphernalia and Propaganda that created everything we know today. It created our earth. Washed the naked rock with water. Flooded the surface with lovely creatures.
In the final year of the Second World War of the earth, a man was shot dead in a street in London. On his person were three golden watches and in his head were strings of buckshot. But that's not the point. The point was that he was dead. It was an accident really. But being poor, I do not hold this to be a true accident. Impoverished and unloved by the world. I cannot fathom the clarity of being without everything. Everything that I take for granted. But that's not the point - the point is that I was not the man shot that day. No, as he slept on the street, still, I cried in sacrilege at the youth as he scrambled away. But I almost instantly forgot. But I didn't care. But I was safe. But I had that day's paper to read. I wanted to read. So I hurried home to read of more elaborate deaths in that day. You and I cannot discuss this any further.
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A very long time ago there was nothing in the multiverse. Nothing but ghosts. These ghosts wore long red robes and soared amongst the stars in packs of millions. But that's not the point. The point is: there was nothing in the multiverse. Nothing but ghosts. These ghosts wore long red robes and soared amongst the stars in packs of millions. Their lives were mundane. So boring, in fact, that they did nothing but bitch and moan to one another. One day the smallest of all the ghosts was tired of being bored so he willed himself away. POOF and he was gone. Stunned, the rest of the ghosts followed suit and all at once too! There was a quiet BANG as suddenly millions of ghosts vanished. The hole they left behind began to grow. It expanded beyond the horizons of Yog Sogoth's eyes and peeled back his iced fur. Black blood bubbled to the surface of the creature as it shrunk and grew all at once.
Voiceless, the multiverse began right then. Through the pores of the Gated Creature's blue skin birthed the Divine Paraphernalia and Propaganda that created everything we know today. It created our earth. Washed the naked rock with water. Flooded the surface with lovely creatures.
In the final year of the Second World War of the earth, a man was shot dead in a street in London. On his person were three golden watches and in his head were strings of buckshot. But that's not the point. The point was that he was dead. It was an accident really. But being poor, I do not hold this to be a true accident. Impoverished and unloved by the world. I cannot fathom the clarity of being without everything. Everything that I take for granted. But that's not the point - the point is that I was not the man shot that day. No, as he slept on the street, still, I cried in sacrilege at the youth as he scrambled away. But I almost instantly forgot. But I didn't care. But I was safe. But I had that day's paper to read. I wanted to read. So I hurried home to read of more elaborate deaths in that day. You and I cannot discuss this any further.
Lives in Melbourne. Used to make games for consoles. Currently makes games for PC, Mac and iPhone. Fond of railguns.
email - monorail@cokane.com
website - cokane.com
email - monorail@cokane.com
website - cokane.com
Kills: 2Mil (Halo series + Call of Duty series + TF2 + Fallout 3)
Level: 20
Achievements: 'Runs kinda fast', 'Eats lemon pie'
Love letter I got:
Greetings to you!
I'm not rushing into being in love. I'm finding fourth grade hard enough.
Honey, I know I am not perfect, just like everybody else, but I am looking
for pure love and ready to devote my life for it like nobody else can. I
want a divorce – to divorce myself from all my worries and focus entirely
on you and our love. I will be where your troubles end and your happiness
begins. I will help you not just to touch the sky, but to reach beyond
it – to cast away all your chains. Nothing will be impossible for us,
my dear, just give it a chance
Kisses
Yani
She is probably an astronaut. And it sounds like she is married.
So I'll just be using her for her spaceship.
Level: 20
Achievements: 'Runs kinda fast', 'Eats lemon pie'
Love letter I got:
Greetings to you!
I'm not rushing into being in love. I'm finding fourth grade hard enough.
Honey, I know I am not perfect, just like everybody else, but I am looking
for pure love and ready to devote my life for it like nobody else can. I
want a divorce – to divorce myself from all my worries and focus entirely
on you and our love. I will be where your troubles end and your happiness
begins. I will help you not just to touch the sky, but to reach beyond
it – to cast away all your chains. Nothing will be impossible for us,
my dear, just give it a chance
Kisses
Yani
She is probably an astronaut. And it sounds like she is married.
So I'll just be using her for her spaceship.
Uses: Game Maker
My name is thernz.
My games have thorns.*
Just play Calibre,
You'll have deaths so amber.
chk, chk chk boom, chk boom
*In this instance, thorns refers to spikes.
My name is thernz.
My games have thorns.*
Just play Calibre,
You'll have deaths so amber.
chk, chk chk boom, chk boom
*In this instance, thorns refers to spikes.
Some kind of dutch super hero.
I MAKE PIXELS THEY ARE COOL
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I MAKE PIXELS THEY ARE COOL
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