Hey.
I'm irrelevant, you just need to have some drive and consistency.
Let's get to the plots.
. . .
What?
I mean, isn't it annoying when people make these things a whole essay about themselves and their problems?
What are you, an egoist?
"...on the face of that flower a river flowed...
"Invincibility lies in the wallet; the possiblity of victory in the credit card."
-Sun Tzu, casual gacha enjoyer
YGGDRASIL is shutting down. Ending after a long and controversial run due to a dying population, this relic in gaming history shall never again open up its doors... (Until the...
...a collaborative story. @yoikes
As fire I rise
Though my bed was warm and snug
I had one grievance.
. . .
It was the first time that the Moon had broken such a crimson colour. The sound of alarm bells ringing hectically; the airless inferno swallowing up an entire forest; and that...
@yoikes
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The Purpose of Custodians>chk
Re Birthday.
The source of Magic>chk
The Golden Box ; the wish for a better world.
Wishes ; are merely reflections of the Golden Box.
The enemy of Custodians>chk
Pandora ; who sows Black Wishes.
Black Wishes ; are merely reflections of the real world.
The Keeper...
...a collaborative story. @Syntra
"Ah, I see...
However, I have to apologize.
You've picked a terrible time, Aneue. . ."
A Wizard rests by a glimmering brook.
The Sun shines from all directions.
Submerged in a shallow dream.
"Well, I still think most people need a good shove in the...
Hey there! I'm Meehr, but feel free to call me Willow, Jean or any variation of 'your illustrious majesty.' (that is a joke i am not that self-centered please believe me)
In short, I'm looking to keep my inspiration for writing flowing and to exercise my writing muscles while I'm at it, so I...
“Let it be said: it is only natural to fear our dreams. When the strange light of a pallid Moon carries with it the narcotic perfume of nightmares—its scent distorted sensations of alien worlds—we stir in our beds and awake drenched in sweat, forgetting as soon as we may the horrors of the...