An Explanation

Right, well, let me explain myself.

I'm a three-year return. I'm going to be a fourth-year in August. Just a tiny bit of information for the cold, huddled masses.

I was here when Gaia was beautiful, uninflected with the filth that plagues it now. That's why I left in the first place. However, with friends only using this as a conversational platform, I decided to return. It only took me a day to realize how disgusting this place can be.

I love to roleplay. It's a nice way to get out of myself. To abandon the monotony of daily life. To escape that time line of ten to six, nine to five. The dull, continuous, pointless existence that we advanced primates hold dear. Anything militaristic, count me in. The undead? Boy, let me tell you. Just let me kill someone, and I'm good to go.

Please, refrain from talking to me if you're going to decide to either rape, or discredit, sentence structure. Please, leave me alone if you're going to spell common words with single letters.

I'm quite Jewish, I am, I am.

I love Prussian Blue.

More to come!

-M



"I'm sorry that I hurt you, and scared you so.
Let me hold you in my arms, and comfort you while you cry.
Keep still now. Don't struggle. Don't run.
I will protect and watch over you, and I will sing to you, you can rest now. It's all over.
And until you feel no more pain, and you draw your last breath, and until your heart beats for the last time, I will stay and hold your hand and remain with you, until you slip into the lifeless black."