Aight, I Know Y'all Are Not Even The Slightest Bit Curious As To What All These Colors That I Use For

fun fact about me: I don't usually classify my emotions as happy or sad; that's just to oversimplify what I feel.

my emotions are colors and shapes, with textures every once in a while. very rarely do they have tastes, though.

yes it gets very confusing. example: tried whole grain bread for the first time when I was around 13 years old and felt grey-ish lime green smooth almost non-euclidean trapezoid.

Welp, it's happened again.

Yet another death to add to the counter.

What am I missing?

What do I need to do?

Ah, no matter. I'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, I've gotta just keep trying.

I'm in an endless war, after all.

And when I can be reborn anew, I can retry as much as I need to.

[ 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.

[ sylo ] ah, I see the poll is done. let's look at the resu-

[ sylo ] ...damn... not gonna lie that hurt a little.

aw, come on syloboy, you've still got a story to tell. it's about time people learned of our works, y'know?

[ sylo ] yeah, but... feku sibd, my feelings. well, I guess I can't complain. people will learn what they want, and if they don't want me, then who am I to shove it down their throats? STRUCTURE IT IS THEN! lemme just, figure out how to form cohesive sentences while talking about this... I'll get back to you guys about this in a bit. see y'all soon!

continuing chase's arc from where I left off and I finally get to write interactions between characters I thought I'd never do.

[ sylo ] maz, te a luokku foch ze?

[ ??? ] auv.

[ sylo ] sahu, sahu, a'kk te az. yivz, nach xu vexu zaxu.

expanded the lore behind broken's power and connection to the thoughts.

expanded upon wistful dreaming and made a story containing wistful dreaming and chase.

expanded upon splinter timeline caused by gavin (aka: ENTolic ROfel PYses) and the aftermath of the 3rd end being circumvented.

revisited the entity story and might fuck around and write more of it.

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

Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?

"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.

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.