Instructions:

Pick at least one:
A) At least two characters (and potentially supply a scenario)
B) One character (scenario required for solos)
C) Ask a question (specify who or address the whole board)

- (Randal/Ota/Pugh/Teia/Chris)
- (Hassan/Gil/Kal/Rox/Leo/Derrick)
- (Quinton/Dillon/Maude/Cordelia/Spencer/Boomer)
- (CROW/Oxley/Shiv/The False King/Ramses Core)
- (Japhet/Gedion/Thompson)
- (Giles/Bilge/Piggy/DugDug/Whitey/Sweeney/Grudge)
- (Azmond/Zephira/Terrence)
-(Rip/Hilda)
-(KK/Ira/F-6)
- Provide a scenario (ex.: Randal and Boomer share lunch at a restaurant). ANYTHING GOES.

With this information I will write up the scene provided (more detail/crazy is always appreciated).

I'm not sure if anyone reading this would remember, but back in my early cringe-y days (oh wait, that's still all of them) of FA I had a sort of choose-your-own-adventure thing. Heh. Weird times. Good times.


I'm wondering if I should start something like that again. The thought being, the old one I had got people to talk to me. True, I sort of picked people at random off FA and pretty much threw it at them, but they went along with it.


"The real bitch was INVENTIN' the candy-gram!" That is to say, sure, I've got this idea, but I've got no actual story. Me who likes to promote myself as coming up with a buttload of worthless stories.

At the very least, I've got a handful of random bits that don't go together whatsoever, stuff just looking for a story to be put into.


Thus, the reason why I'm making this journal instead of going to bed like I should be or finishing my paper that's due tomorrow like I could be.


Thus I ask, does anyone have even the slightest interest in helping me, working with me to brainstorm a story, or something like that?

If you read this whole thing and answered no, you disappoint me profoundly.

...

I've opened a new FA account.

Look for me at  firstofnone

Two words: "Interactive Poem".


I've had an idea for quite a while now for a horror story. I've been trying to think of how I'd want to present it if I were to go through with actually fleshing out ideas.

And somehow I was struck with the idea of "why not make it a game, some kind of interactive experience?"


I've mentioned my ideas before for this "Dry Chill" story in previous journals. Now I find myself wondering, would such lend itself well to a narrated point-and-click adventure?


I love feedback, positive, negative, or otherwise.

So I'm looking for work over the summer but nobody wants to hire me. (NOT what this particular rant is about, but I could talk at length on it.)

My mom's been trying to help me find opportunities. Somebody she works with knows somebody at a Panera's location in town. I put an app in, and had an interview scheduled for today.

But that's when shit hit the fan.

Was set to arrive on time for the interview when I saw a firetruck race past on the street ahead. Lo and behold, something was going down that required the road to be blocked off. Several other drivers along with myself had to navigate through a veritable maze of suburbs to get past it, finding even more blocked streets there.

I finally got to the place maybe five minutes past the set time and let an employee know I was there for an interview. They asked me to take a seat and said they'd let the person know I was there.

She was nice enough for the first few seconds, introduced herself, asked me if I was the one she was scheduled to be interviewing, etc., then told me the interview was off because I was a few minutes late. I tried to explain that there was some sort of fire or accident just down the street that had a number of roads blocked off, making it harder to get to the place. She didn't give a hoot for anything I had to say, just restating that I was late, the interview was off, and that lateness reflected negatively on employees.


Now, what do you think was going through my head at the time?

Note to self: Next time drive THROUGH firetrucks and roadblocks.

There's a sale on the entire collection on steam right now. The "Take Over Your Life Bundle" is only $25.

I've always wanted to (properly) introduce someone to the series who's never tried it before.

(Most people I've met that are familiar with Borderlands just randomly picked up the second game, played it a bit and forgot about it...I don't have the words to truly express how badly this pushes my buttons).


At the very least, the first game's only $5.


On that note, I'm always up for some jolly cooperation.

I've been considering at the very least just wiping my account for some time. I've recently decided such would be a waste of time. Instead, I feel it would be easier to move to a new account to start over. The one question that plagues me now is, what would I do on that account? I have nothing to bring to FA that people would be interested in. If I were to move, I would be moving into a less-cluttered version of what I currently have.

This brings me to yet another thought. Seeing as I have nothing to bring to FA and feel that I need to wipe my existing account, I'm wondering if disabling my account, finally letting go and leaving for good.


I have places to talk to people who (currently don't) want to talk to me. I have places to put music should I begin writing again. All I use FA for is dumping thoughts like these into journals.

Was not disappointed. Entertaining, though I have a few nitpicks/opinions. Was surprised by a certain character appearance, intrigued as to where it might lead for future movies.

Recently got a copy of GoW 4, came with codes for 1, 2, 3, and Judgement (which I already own).

Anybody wanna buy one?

Paypal works best, though I'm open to discuss other methods if need be. I'm thinking $30 per code?

I just learned the hard way that my nice new expensive computer I've been planning on recording new stuff on is, due to the way it's set up, literally incapable of recording the way I do.

Now, sure, I could go buy some expensive technical boxes and cords and a bunch of that crap to do it "right", but I'd rather do it for free through Audacity. But when Audacity can't even record my computer sound no matter how much I fuck with the settings, then I'm just up shit creek without a damn boat.


I've died a bit on the inside. To quote the meme, "My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined."

The first time it was years after the initial posts had been made. I had used logos for things like Audacity and Soundcloud as visual submissions to promote my stuff. After it being undisturbed for years a random note came in that the system had taken the stuff down due to it not being mine (which I completely understand and am okay with).


This time I expected it to happen. I'd been repetitively posting that "Ask me stuff" image in hopes to get random questions and comments going. It worked for a while. Then of course due to spamming the system removed them.

But it wasn't just because of spamming.

"Under the Acceptable Uploads Policy Section 2.8 - Content lacking artistic merit (such as text only images or empty documents) is prohibited."


This confuses me. I see art posts all the time advertising for this or that YCH, so-and-so's commissions, or what's-their-name's live art streams. Do they ever get removed under this section?



I suppose I should have felt unwanted here years ago when watchers fell silent. Now I don't know what I feel. If anything, I just feel a bit stupid.

If there's a good site for me to go spam my stuff like "Ask me stuff", please let me know. I think if such a place exists I'd like to leave FA and try to reinvent myself there.

Just felt like posting it again.

---

He awoke, realizing that at last he must have fallen asleep.
Uncertain of just what it was that roused him, he fumbled for the knob of the lamp beside him.
The faint click brought a single fleeting second of peace before he realized the light was not working.
He could feel eyes on him from someone very close by.
The hair on the back of his neck was raised as a chill ran down his spine.
In panic, he froze.
The only thought in his head was to remain absolutely still.
As he waited, his mind tried to wrap itself around how exactly he had drifted off.
Had the sleeping pills finally taken effect?
He had forgotten to take one.
As his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, he was able to make out the glass of water on the table.
The lid was still on the pill bottle.
Yet the bottle was empty.
He felt a cold sweat breaking across his forehead.
It was at that moment he realized the door was open.
He strained to hear even the smallest sound out of place.
Seconds turned to minutes as the droplets rolled down the side of his face.
Outside, he could hear the leaves rustling, the faint sound of the highway, a distant siren.
As the pounding of his heard slowly dimmed from his ears, he held his breath.
Was his mind playing tricks on him again, or did he hear faint breathing from the hall?
Willing his eyes open, he forced himself to stare into the open doorway.
Goosebumps rippled across his arms as he searched the inky blackness for even a hint of movement.
Everything was so peaceful, yet everything felt so still.
He could hear the breathing.
He could sense a presence.
In that moment, he felt an insomniatic fear like never before.
Summoning what little courage he could muster, he called out.
"Who's there?"
No answer.
If there was someone there, why would they answer?
There was someone there.
He could hear the breathing.
The sleeping pills were gone.
The light didn't work.
He could feel his heart starting to race once more.
The room itself seemed to expand and contract with each of his faint breaths.
He was half-expecting to see some nightmarish creature crawling up over the covers.
This wasn't sleep paralysis, was it?
He could move his arms, but his legs refused to budge.
His instincts would not let him leave the bed.
Once more, he strained to see or hear anything.
He held his breath, waiting.
Finally his raw fear got the better of him.
His voice cracked as he nearly shrieked.
"Who are you?"
As he waited, he realized how comforting it would feel if something actually did happen.
The silence and the stillness were beginning to fray his nerves.

At that moment, there came a faint voice from the darkness, the very same which had roused him.
"Wake up."

I'm bored. I'll answer anything.

I'm happy to have characters answer questions as well.

"Ota, Sweeny and Grudge stride through a local fair, when suddenly they walk past an inviting tent of a fortune teller."

---

*Grudge's hand is locked firmly around Sweeney's throat. It gargles something incomprehensible. Sweeney claws at the hand, gasping for breath as he looks to Ota* Why...ack...did we bring Grudge here again? *Ota shrugs* Thought if we got him out of his hole and had some fun he might settle down a bit. *Sweeney manages to pry one finger loose* Do you not know the meaning of "psychologically disturbed"? *Ota thinks for a moment before spotting a mysterious tent* Uh...Hey! Check this place out. Maybe they can tell us how we eventually stop CROW! *Sweeney coughs exasperatedly from Grudge's fist* Or maybe they can tell you how to waste your money. What would your friends think? *Ota laughs and steps into the tent* No idea, they're not here. *Inside the tent is a table, on which sits a large chunk of rock. The rock looks to be of Eridian origin. A strangely clad bandit pops up from behind the table as Grudge enters behind Ota.* Hello and good day to yous! I am the great Scungilli, and I know why yous have come. Yous seek... *the bandit makes a show of waving his hands about dramatically*...your fortune! *Ota chuckles* Hey, this guy's pretty good. How much? *The bandit rubs his hands together greedily* I can tell yous your future for no less than say...five hundred dollars. *Before Sweeney can object, Ota slaps a wad of bills on the table.* Alright, let's have it. How's this work, anyway? *The bandit stares at the rock on the table, the lines along it glowing and pulsing* With this relic, I can speak with the ancients! They, who can see through time itself, will tell me the answers you seek! *Sweeney manages to pry another finger loose as Grudge's attention is drawn away* Why would Giles even hire someone as dense as you? *The bandit begins chanting a bunch of gibberish and waving his hands around the rock* The ancients are listening. What is yous question? *Ota speaks to the rock* How can we defeat CROW? *At this, the bandit stops waving his hands and looks up* ...wait a second! Yous is tryin' to kill boss? *An SMG appears in his hands from under the table* Yous is dead meats! *Before Ota can retrieve his own weapon, Grudge releases Sweeney and grabs the glowing rock from the table.* SHINY. *Free from the death-grip, Sweeney ducks under the table and out of view before reappearing behind the bandit* I think we'll be going now. *He shoves the bandit over the table to Grudge as Ota shoves the wad of bills back in his pocket. Grudge drops the rock in favor of its new toy, locking a massive hand around its neck before ambling off after Sweeney. Ota follows the two, chuckling* Well I guess that went about as well as it could have.

I'm bored out of my skull and the only two people I ever talk to are busy throughout the week.

THUS, I make a desperate plea for your attention. ...whoever "you" ARE...no clue who's even going to see this.

Nevertheless, I've got the itch for writing stuff. I'll take just about anything; a random setting, a starter sentence, a genre, etc.


But what would work best is giving me a character scenario.

Instructions:
- Pick at least one character from (Randal/Ota/Pugh/Teia/Chris)
- Pick at least one character from any of the following banks
- (Moz/Gil/Kal/Jules/Leo/Derrick)
- (Quinton/Dillon/Maude/Cordelia/Spencer/Boomer)
- (CROW/Wendell)
- (Japhet/Gedion)
- (Giles/Bilge/Piggy/DugDug/Whitey/Sweeney/Grudge)
- (Azmond/Zephira/Terrence/Rip)

- Provide a scenario (ex.: Jules and Boomer share lunch at a restaurant). ANYTHING GOES.

With this information I will write up the scene provided (more detail/crazy is always appreciated).


If the aforementioned characters do not interest you, I have several other banks of characters from which you may draw.

Just...PLEASE. If you've read this either throw SOMETHING at me or show this to someone else who you think would be interested.

...HECK. If you provide something for me to work off and a paypal link, I'll give each contributor $1. I'm not even kidding. That's how hard I'm jonesing right now.

Dicks.










































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































That is all.

Original

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In among the stacks of boxes,
Where dark and twisted shapes converge
To hide the mind its toxins lethal;
Here is where fear is observed.

Dust and cobwebs, bits of glass,
Yellowed pages reek of mold,
Rubber seals that smell of gas;
Here is kept the hate of old.

Broken lightbulbs, sticky floor,
Posters curling off the door,
Figments, fragments, nevermore,
All this wretchedness abhor.

Some things are best left forgotten,
Thrown in trash bags, discard piles
Topple, bursting, rent, disgorging,
Recoils the mind as it reviles.

Filth and waste, sling and smear,
Dig the trenches deep and wide,
Even now the pain condenses,
Darkness, hungry, begs a taste.

Hark, footfalls, someone approaches,
In bile-thick darkness cannot see;
Flicks a lightswitch, roaches scatter--
Come and see just what's the matter.

Who is this repulsive creature,
Bringing light where darkness dwells?
"HERETIC!" the massless shriek,
Groping, clawing, tear the soul.

---

Continuation

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Legions of contorted shadows
Spurred to life by scent of fear
Diving headlong towards destruction;
At long last a meal draws near.

Victim, reeling, looks for cover
What impending hell is this?
Fumbling, knocks the whole world over;
The massless, hungry, surge and hiss.

Flight on four unpracticed limbs,
Blindly through the doorway blunders
Glass meets flesh, produces blood,
Hiss explodes like rolling thunder.

Tidal wave of black unfurls,
Oozing from the ceiling tiles,
Lapping at the spilled red nectar,
Snaking down the empty aisles.

Vengeance overriding hunger,
Menace manages to speak:
"Damn the light and you who brought it!
Our wrathful hunger shall be your fate!"

My roommate's gone home for the weekend. I've been hoping for a quiet evening, but that is not to be.

Here I sit, listening to depressing music as out in the living area a posse of 6-8 people (I don't bother to count any more) are shrieking and talking as loud as they can. They're not even drinking this time.

They've gotten at least one noise complaint in the form of an anonymous note someone from down the hall slid under the door. I doubt whether they gave it any passing thought. I pinned it to the board in the room. As if that would make paper mean anything more than what it already does.

So here I sit, quietly hating the lot of them.

Do I hate them because of my social ineptitude?



No.

I hate them because I've got a headache and I want to go to sleep.

http://ko-fi.com/gathamar


If I even get a single donation I'd probably flip my shit.

I found some quite a while ago but can't seem to find them again.


I'm looking for some character-oriented situation prompts. Something like "[character 1] and [character 2] are stuck in a cave. How do they get out?"


If someone could point me to a source of this sort of prompt I would be most grateful.


If anyone wants to suggest a prompt I'm always eager for input.

I want to write a story. But no one will read it.

I want to share ideas. But no one will listen.

I want to speak my mind. But no one can understand.

I want to change my life. But no one can help me.



Where have they all gone? Why do they never come back? Why do they go?


I want to understand. But no one can reach.

I want to write a story. But no one will read it.

That is to say, I've been continually observing instances of this phenomenon.

...I'm really good at making people not like me, without even trying. Not to say that they HATE me, they just really don't like me.

Paired with the fact that in most situations I dislike people in general, that's all good and fine.


But when it happens with my friends... that's obviously a different bucket of snakes entirely.


Seriously, I have little to no control over it. I suppose that's a lie, I could try to be more likeable. Even attempting such would likely make me violently ill.


All I've ever done is be myself. Yet I've managed to, on numerous occasions, unintentionally ostracize myself from my social triangle (I would say "circle", but there's only two people I ever really talk to. I should actually be implying a singular connection, as one of those people has been very quiet due to other circumstances).


They're good people, they always come back around after I've put them off. But it just keeps happening.

I'd like to have friends, but at this rate I'm happy to still have acquaintances. Most of the 347 people I'm watching have long since disappeared, those few that are left are silent or actually have a watcher base.

Out of the 142 accounts listed as watching me, as far as I know they're all silent, dead, or gone.

At this point I think it's safe to say that somewhere deep inside I despise my own existence. I am a cold, bitter individual who sees little light in their future. I'm unsure why I keep coming back here to make journals, and I hate you all.

If I actually get a response on this I'll eat my hat.

ANYWHO...


I'm trying to finish some character work for a thing. It's highly unlikely this thing will ever be on FA, but I figured I'd still ask for help here if someone's willing to give input.

I'm trying to come up with some good superpowers. Nothing too OP, mind you. I still need at least three powers so far. I've gone through all the common stuff (flight, strength, etc) but none seem to fit. I'm thinking I need something more uncommon.

I've tried a few random generators but haven't had much luck.

Any input is welcome.

I’v just finished posting a handful of new tracks on bandcamp!

-An old snippet
- Elevator Muzak
- ICE - In Case of Emergency
- I’ll Wait
- Not Today
- Leaving
- Theoretically
- Christmas Thief
- The Dragonbone Flute
- Visitor
- Elephant Attack!

Check them out at gathamarblack.bandcamp.com! All tracks are available for free download on the off-chance anybody actually likes them!