SPICEDMOCHA'S PROFILE
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"What is a man?
A miserable pile of DANK MEMES!"
A miserable pile of DANK MEMES!"
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Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you kill someone this week :)
So I forgot to turn off my word replacer...
Is it odd that I can't even?
Oh damn. I'm making a game. BUT IT'S ONLY TEXT. SOMEONE ASSIST
It takes place in a wasteland with few survivors, and the main setting of the game is a warehouse with a computer. You connect to a chatroom with the other survivors, and maybe find safety.
So it's going to be a mostly-text game. There'll probably be some graphics, not just all text.
So it's going to be a mostly-text game. There'll probably be some graphics, not just all text.
Oh damn. I'm making a game. BUT IT'S ONLY TEXT. SOMEONE ASSIST
Something really fucking big just happened.
Our parents rushed inside. They told us that a stray cat (let's call him Scarf) that we had particularly grown fond of for a while had just... well I bet you can fill in the blanks
My younger brother had began crying, whilst my sister and I were comforting him, giving him tissues and the like.
I eventually abandoned my brother to talk with my mom about it. She, along with a friend she had called over, were discussing about Scarf's death
My dad and mom's friend were working on a grave for Scarf, and had put Scarf's body into a box
My brother, sister, and I walked to our back yard to say our goodbyes to Scarf and bury him
We took turns laying flowers on his grave and lied down to say goodbye
The worst part is I think I was being an insensitive prick about it
I hadn't shed a single tear, and I wasn't feeling sick to my stomach, or anything
My younger brother had began crying, whilst my sister and I were comforting him, giving him tissues and the like.
I eventually abandoned my brother to talk with my mom about it. She, along with a friend she had called over, were discussing about Scarf's death
My dad and mom's friend were working on a grave for Scarf, and had put Scarf's body into a box
My brother, sister, and I walked to our back yard to say our goodbyes to Scarf and bury him
We took turns laying flowers on his grave and lied down to say goodbye
The worst part is I think I was being an insensitive prick about it
I hadn't shed a single tear, and I wasn't feeling sick to my stomach, or anything
Am I RMN's yapping king yet?
Have you ever opened up one of your new game projects or design documents and thought "why did I start working on this"?
In all the spam, no one will see that I"m gay.
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