You can choose-in most cases, there are people who will fight that fight with you. The various mental ills that ail humanity are a perfect example of that. There are some things we can combat but can never truly rid ourselves of, so we spend all of our lives fighting them. There's always gonna be things that we can fight against-we have the power to choose, at times. I promise, I'm not being over-dramatic for the sake of it. I can still pass off as a functioning human being right now though! I think my physical and mental faculties are failing me, and given maybe 5 or so more years I'll just become a ragdoll. In a sense, I suspect that defines my life really well. First your body breaks, then your spirits, and eventually the last remnants of who you are, or were, are slowly eroded away. Life is a slow, miserable burn after all. That's not important though.ДЄ word to the wise, you can outrun death, but he'll get his due eventually. The hell am I doing here? Since I haven't died a horrible, gruesome death yet, it's safe to assume that I'm not dead, but potentially a ghost. That aside.well, I'm kinda surprised I still exist.

Had to make a topi'co account or whatever the hell it is to log in? I'm kinda surprised forumotion still exists, tbh. So for whatever it's worth, lie to me, won't you? We'll just pretend the hedgehog dilemma doesn't exist. I hope soon, to quell it, but for the time being I'll try to have something to show. Nonetheless, in order to grant the wish of some, I'll move this perpetual storm I call my presence.for now.

They're good practice nonetheless and rather self-gratifying. Whether they're canon or not, I leave that up for debate. Still a little awkward-it didn't likely fit the tone for the chapter anyway. The last one I did however, was actually an idea I had for chapter 9 that I scrapped. Things that bridge the gap between scene changes. Just short chapters that I call interludes that happen between the main story's events.

Just as it was in 2013, I feel I've hit a brick wall but can continue through sheer force of will. My muse ran screaming nearly a year ago and has been reluctant to return since. On a more related note, that is, to my works, as you could imagine progress has been slow, at best. Together, we'll create my ideal ice world. If not that, then we'll remain stuck where we are, just like I've been for all these years. The way things are headed, I don't see much change in the future-that is, for the better. In all honesty, it hardly makes a difference to me. A cure to our dilemma, or the slow deconstruction of what once was. Rather then no choice, there should be at least two. Let me be the one that holds the cards and should I see it fit, be the cure to what ails us all. Every day, new rules have been imposed upon me that have limited me so much that I can hardly exist without interfering with someone else in a negative way.ДЄnd so? I ask this of you. But I'm well aware that my life is hardly my own anymore-that it rests within the hands of the people who want to control my fate. Wordlessly people have told me what it is, every single day for the past two years. In so doing, the gatekeepers need to stand down. In order to continue that tradition and usher in the beginning anew, sacrifices must be made. We're steeped in tradition that goes back to the beginning of time, whether we realize it or not. Ideally, we could work out some way for co-existing, but our world isn't ready for such a dramatic change. But even a few minutes under it is too much, now. It's nothing short of being as oppressive as the desert sun. Even more so to the places where I am now.ДЄll of my research has taught me that my presence can only be withstood for a very brief period of time and too much of it is unwanted. That cannot be the case any longer, however there is no shortage of people acting as gatekeepers to the places I would once go. Up to this point, I've made a home nestled in the bones of those who would house me and moved on the breaths of those who believed in my potential. I've taken preventive measures over the past four years but we've hit a brick wall. My presence is a toxin to them and that fact cannot, under any circumstances, be changed. If I've learned anything, it's that there's something inhuman.or at least different about me and that very fact causes a silent discord between me and other people. My entire life's work has pointed to this. I still do to this day just so I can meet the ever increasingly difficult criteria thrust upon me. I've talked about this over the years but it seems that things have only gotten increasingly worse for me. I'm sure you could imagine why I haven't been back here.

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