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Wouldn't exactly call it melodic black metal (just my two cents), sounds more like blackened thrash or blackened death or, heck, even war metal. But pretty good overall, man!

Ahaha, music. What a thing. I make music sometimes—perhaps, you'd like to listen to them? I make all sortsa music all the time. If you ask me: they don't sound very good but they work all the same at least. Experimentation born out of some musical naiveté if you will. But I try my best. This...

#4 Cool world, amirite? “I need help, Jo.” Her name was Joan but he liked to call her ‘Jo,’ and was likely the only person who ever did—excluding her parents and close relatives maybe. He'd never seen them, like some people don't see the wires above them, and probably never would. As far...

Woah, metal heads, like, cool, eh? Was listenin to Wormed the other day, their latest album—top notch brutal tech death, with a wicked sci-fi spin. They're well worth a check.

#3 Like, woah, dude, this is a continuation to numero two and without zero context as to what happened in between too! FRANCISCO JOSÉ AZUCENA de Arce, a follower of the Papal Church, the Catholics, surveyed the city from afar standing upon the peak of the Varese Hills from wherein extended...

# 2 Same as the above, but rather a reply (as the tacked-on last segment might imply). The only thing I regret is not being able to go off on more tangents, especially during the last segment where I could've described the pre-duomo or the church but instead merely chose to reply to the...

# 1 This was written a few days back as the starting post to a roleplay, which is still going on. Everything's cold, was what Cousin thought, meditatively, desperately, as he slid down the windows on his '88 CRX, god knows where they'd gotten it, Everything's sleeping. It was midnight...

I have spent—in my humble opinion, of course, and with only marginal measurements—a good amount of time here in this site and probably will do so for the foreseeable and unforeseeable future. To that end, I have written pieces to satisfy my presence, and I intend to write more, which I will now...

Far out. That's some wwwicked surfadelic style, man.