When you lose control of your life, time becomes an abstract concept

(before you lecture me on sleep - I remind you your DM is ALWAYS stoned)

I'm less ""out of control"" and more ""coasting loosely""

Bruh, I'm the last person to be telling others to go to bed, I hardly do

I'll be there at 8 - we will fix the castle

Oath

(also - I'm on like 3 weeks 0 cocaine - so this is *t a m e*)

Ooorrrrr blow it up. Between akiko and asami, theres a lot of woman and a whole lotta explosives

truth. . .

but we'll see

our nub won't be joining us yet -.-

But nah, lets claim this corpse castle for ourselves

Aww

yeah idk - he's sort of flaky in that regard - but it gives us more time to sort it out - really keen to see what you fuckers do next desu

Hopefully solve the puzzle and not break things all that much

yeah but you just mentioned the forgotten clay and spicy air so

REEEEEEEE

huehuehue

how's work?

Ghey, theres nothing going on yet. Although some dickhead smashed a bottle of gentleman jack all over the place

Wasteful

*carl_Thats_Wasteful.gif*

Idk if it was full or not, but seriously, fuck that kid

your job to clean it up or?

I aint got no broom. Just check doors, observe, and report

Coasting loosely i like that

It's nice to be cruisin, but still feel the tug and pull of a sway, or a turn, naw mean?

Like bustin a fat manual down a gentle hill

this guy gets it

Skating sounds nice rn

Longboarding is the shit

Until you have to stop suddenly at the bottom of a hill

I'm sad. I don't know where to begin, but I'm sad. There's just so much feeling welling up inside me and I'm just so fucking overwhelmed by it all. I'm in pain. My pain just won't stop no matter how much I fight through it. My heart aches, and yet it feels like my heart turned to ash. I lost my baby daughter and I hate whatever dared take her away from us. I want to run and at the same time I want to find what took my little girl and kill it a thousand times over. I want to burn it and smash it and make it suffer like I suffer every day that I'm not rubbing aloe and coconut butter on Emma's tummy. I want to make it suffer for every day that I'm not going to appointments for ultrasounds and buying baby clothes and getting ready for my little sweet baby girl to come into the world. I want whatever took her from me to suffer as I suffer and suffer a thousand times more. My sadness turns to rage. And then my rage turns back to sadness. And in the end, I am left knowing that I will never get to see my little one take her first steps, or teach her to ride a bike, or teach her to fight bullies, or take her to her first day of school, or read to her in bed, or be there on her prom night or when someone breaks her heart or any of it! My knowledge tells me that this happened because I am meant to fight. And that I must have vengeful, unadulterated rage to fight what is to come. Master Miller was right... why are we still here... just to suffer?

I miss her so much

I miss my baby girl so much

I just want my daughter back

I would sell my soul if it would bring her back, but I have nothing left to even offer

I won't say anything religious. I'm agnostic, and hell, I dunno if god really exists. If there's a place like heaven, she is there, that's for sure.
Your will to fight is admirable, soldier. I see you as an example. You're strong and a sweet guy.
I have depression, and It hurts bad, but I can't compare mine to yours, and you have a better reason to be sad than me. You deserve all the good things this universe has to offer

Oh fuck - catching up. . .

Life has a weird way of fucking us up, time and time again, when we least expect it

I'm more religious than agnostic - but still pretty deep in the former