12-02-2009, 01:43 AM
The other day I saw an orphan in a post. I tried to save him but I was too late... Bryan was just too quick, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't live with myself.
I was like the Michael Schofield of tSR. Trying to escape my own prison of dark shadowy fears ripping away at my soul... Every day, I would question the forum - why was it bringing darkness into my life? And then it dawned on me. Distant at first, its plague grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard from the greatest depths of the cosmos. There was only fire, and then... Nothing.
that would be if I delete the board but nah fuck that
I was like the Michael Schofield of tSR. Trying to escape my own prison of dark shadowy fears ripping away at my soul... Every day, I would question the forum - why was it bringing darkness into my life? And then it dawned on me. Distant at first, its plague grew into a catastrophe so immense it could be heard from the greatest depths of the cosmos. There was only fire, and then... Nothing.
that would be if I delete the board but nah fuck that