Ke Dareporo Rintenresinkerorin.

this is a public service announcement:

LET IT BE KNOWN TO EVERYONE EVER

if you ask me for money, i will not give it to you on account of not having any myself.

end broadcast.

I was rereading steel ball run, and...

"how many drops are here in this pool surrounding me?"

"...too many to count."

"that's alright. it still tastes all the same to me."

"may i drink?"

"only if you're willing to drown with me in my hate."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

"then come, drink. for the bottom of this pool has no bottom, and my hate may run forever."

"then why, pray tell, would you cease your life to stop such a beautiful drink?"

"stay and drink my endless hate... i'll tell you while you sate your thirst."

"aye, i can do that. as long as it's you."

been listening to nick nitro's backrooms lo-fi.

got quite a few ideas for some new stuff.

[ sylo ] finally, they let me use the blog. i don't get it... why make an account using my name, but not let me on for so long? eh, i'm sure they have their reasons. but for now...

let the story begin.

I sit in the rafters, waiting to strike. my target is right below me. I look up, and give left the signal.

we pounce, not making a sound. left takes out both guards in a single swift movement, cutting both of them clean down the middle.

I take out the target, landing silently behind them before snapping their neck with ruthless efficiency.

I look over at all of the blood on the floor. "tsk. you're always so messy, left."

left looks at the bloodied bodies of what was once the guards, then at the target. "and you don't know how to have a little fun. come on right, you have those blades for a reason!"

I chuckle and hold out my hand. the blood starts swirling towards me before stopping in front of my hand. "don't worry, left; I know other ways to have fun."

I grab the target and left erases the guards before we're both teleported to our client. "assassination complete, as per our deal." I drop the target at the client's feet.

the client looks at it a bit, before looking satisfied and takes out a bag. "alright. here's your payment."

left takes the bag and opens it up. I can see her eyes sparkle a bit before closing it back up. "okay, everything's there. thanks for your business."

left and I teleport back home. once we get there, left takes out the bag.

I look at it inquisitively. "say, I wasn't there when you accepted that guy's commission, so I'm a little curious as to what the payment was."

left looks up at me, a devious grin slowly creeping up her face. "oh, don't worry, my poor little right. you'll find out later."

"wait, you don't mean..." a shiver runs down my spine.

left looks on at me. her breathing is starting to become erratic. "actually, forget later—I wanna do it now!"

left pulls out what was in the bag: a large chunk of vernium. my breathing starts becoming shaky. "left, are you...?"

left starts dangling the vernium in front of my face, taunting me with it.

a slight smile starts to play at the corners of my mouth. before long, I'm grinning ear to ear, my breaths shallow and erratic.

"alright then, left. I guess I can play your little game for a bit."

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

their whispers are only distractions.

their promises are only as real as you let them be.

they only have power over you if you acknowledge them.

don't be afraid. don't feed into their existence.

don't pay attention to the shadows on the walls.

I have a love/hate relationship with my writing.

I can be making something that I think is the funniest shit I've ever come up with, and then the very next combination of words I happen to conjure into existence makes me say "what the fuck am I doing" out loud.

workin' out the details for a type 3 NE species. may or may not share when finished.

stories coming along decently well.

finished some chapters.

probably gonna writer's block soon.