SYLO???? HI

Food!!

food.

Me, phone off, stylus put away, no notebook or pencils in sight: "man, I can't wait to draw my characters for the stories I'm writing!"

Me, stylus in hand on ibis paint: "ah yes, what a horrific abomination I've created today."

Me, listening to music, Google docs closed: "man, I've got so many cool ideas for some books."

Me, Google doc open on the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard: "this shit has so many plot holes that just reading it is a tripping hazard."

aight, foreseeable future has passed.

doesn't matter how much I try, I can never not want to share my storyverse with people.

SO

hiatus over.

I'm back and stronger weaker than ever.

I'm a bit tired though so I'll see y'all tomorrow.

based on some of the characters I've made, after looking a bit more closely... I may have a problem.

I gotta be honest with y'all; I'm a fuckin' dumbass.

finally finished writing basic story/backstory of ara (from one of the SS clubs) sans a few details and stuff.

okay yeah i'm going insane i'm mcfucking losing it somebody send help.

YA KNOW WHAT

i'm gonna let him on.

spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.

@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.

"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."

oh boy, the sins are coming back.