How Are You - Blog Posts
last night i had a dream about mouthwashing and it started out with the scene where swansea has the axe raised above daisukes head, and swansea says "close your eyes, daisuke." and so he closes his eyes and the axe comes down, and then he opens his eyes and shoots up into a sitting position and finds himself alone in the room, and he's like "...was that a dream...?" and anya appears out of nowhere and sits next to him and is like "you're ok now, daisuke." and daisuke is all freaked out and crying "i was so scared"
and anya hugs him and says "i know, daisuke." and they hold each other for a while, and then daisuke is like "where is everyone else..?" and anya smiles sadly and stands up, holding her hand out, and daisuke takes her hand and follows her out of the room and into the med-bay and he finds swansea crouched in front of something leaning against the wall, and curly is in the bed and jimmy is there too ig.
daisuke looks relieved and says "swansea! you're ok!!" and swansea turns and looks at daisuke and he has this heartbroken look on his face and daisuke is like "..whats.. going on..?" and jimmy isn't reacting to anything they're doing, but when daisuke looks over swanseas shoulder he sees himself, leaned up against the wall with his head caved in from the axe. next to him is anya, her face bloody, and swansea, with bullet holes in his head. and daisuke stares, not quite grasping what he's looking at, and the anya that walked in with him puts her hand on daisukes shoulder comfortingly, and swansea looks away, looking guilty, and daisuke is on the verge of a panic, not understanding, and he's like "n-no, i. i woke up, right? it was just a dream, right??"
and then i woke up. and it was just a dream.
I’ve had a horrible vision
Teacher, showing the inside of a human: these right here, are your organs.
Charlie:
kay y’all are gonna hear my life storyyyyy
so basically the bus was like twenty minutes late and now the driver is like fucking speeding and it’s hilarious but i’m still so late to practice it started eight mins ago ahhh
okay i think that’s it
oh wait no i wrote my fave word on my hand it’s elysian great word
How are you really doing in life?!
Summer changes
Hi there!
It's summer (wow!) which means i'm not studying. But this doesn't mean i'll develop my game more often because i want to rest like a normal person.
Before the release of 1st interim i spent every day developing to release it as soon as possible. Now i'll rest more but try to maintain a frequency of one post per week.
I also thought i'll learn javascript to create a web-site for my game and multiplayer based on it. But now i realize more likely i'll just rest: walk outside and play games (maybe even read books!).
Have a nice summer and good luck!
uhm.. sorry for not posting.. I had some work to do and a very difficult week..
I Care
Part One
Honestly, I think this story is a masterpiece, so please enjoy!
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Ford was doing research in the study of the Stan O’ War II, when he realizes that the boat was quiet. Too quiet. Ford sat up, put down his plans and pencil, and headed to their shared room.
“Stanley?”
No answer.
He looks around, then notices a note on the bottom bunk of their bed.
He sat down on Stan’s bed, surprised, because Stan almost never did things like this. He preferred to not leave notes because it made him feel “babyish” that he couldn't say it to whoever's face. Ford notices droplets on the paper, as if he was sniffling and crying. It almost makes it feel like Ford caused this…
No, you didn’t. You do good things, you don’t make Stan upset.
You are fine. This is fine.
Ford focuses his gaze down to read the note.
“Dear Sixer, I’m sorry I can’t say this to your face but… Last night I had a nightmare…”
A wave of guilt swept over Ford.
That day, they had gotten into an argument. Stan wanted to buy some things for Ford, and they argued in the store. Ford and Stan were kicked out of the store, and Stan apologized a bunch, but Ford was still mad.
”In the nightmare, I screwed a bunch of stuff up, and… you said you never wanted to talk to me again… and told me to stay out of your life…”
No… Nononono… Stanley I’m sorry…
“I’m not on the boat anywhere. You can try and find me, and… I’d enjoy your company… Better than talkin’ to the seagulls..”
The day before, Stan and Ford decided to go to Glass Shard, New Jersey, to revisit their favorite places in the world.
Then Ford knew where Stan was.
He ran off the ship, note gripped in his six-fingered hand.
I’m coming, Stanley…
So, a recent string of comments brought me to memory lane.
I was in a Pink Floyd instagram group, (I owned a rock account there) and one day they sent like a naked picture of roger(if its him? anyways you couldn’t see anything) with one of his wives??
MY QUESTION IS HOW DO PEOPLE FIND THIS THINGS???? WHY???? AND HOW DID THE PICS COME OUT? DID HE GAVE THEM TO A FRIEND AND THEN THE FRIEND DECIDED TO POST IT IN SOME SKETCHY BLOG? DID HE GIVE HIS CONSENT FOR THE PIC TO BE ON THE INTERNET? is it really him?
-So many questions and so little answers…
If this happened to me I’d be mortified.
(Also, was someone else in the group Pink Floyd antis? if so, did you sent the pic? If so, WHY? WHY?)