Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
It's here.
Now, i want all who enter to behave.
Or your gonna be sorry.
Now, this could be a nice way to resurrect the Talkies. From the dead. Like a deadite.
Wetfiction is gonna be a multiplayer text adventure with interactive objects and rooms of doom.
And I'm in charge. So pay your respects to me, cuz this is mah territory.
Now, go forth and post, mortals.
Also, rakiro is testing his l33t mascot powahs. By invading this post with angry miniature pirates. yarrrr.
Do the tiny miniature pirates do anything, or are they like Pepsi Max?
and i just tested mah deleting powahs. on this post.
crap quotes aside, where's the fiction?
of cours, i COULD try and write the first chapter here and now.
but that would spoil the experience when wetfiction actually comes out.
dunno what i should do, here.
you are the mascot and moderator in this corner, after all.
so, start making the wetfiction game.
because i say so. Rakiro's orders.
a place for games and other odds and ends produced by flash.
also weirdness that only the residents here understand.
we recommend you try to 'get it'.
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams.
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart, a grenade you
throw through windows to make a
point that language
has no room for.
This is how I destroyed you.
And this,
is how I kept you alive.
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing
but ash.
crap quotes aside, where's the fiction?
the fiction is your very existance