I've discovered that I can easily go along with new people I met. If only I had some more people to meet and a better memory for names!..
>>99
I'm the same way. Except that more often than not I keep occupied through creative and intellectual endeavors in which I can sit still for long periods of time... hence my proximity to a computer and small urge to use the internet every once in a while.
Inflicting virtual self harm through watching shitty movies is a lot of fun when done with friends, whether real or virtual.
Right, little plushie? You're my friend, aren't you? You love watching Manos with me. I know you do.
>>100>>102
when i said interesting, it is to me but it might not to anyone watching me. We're very alike >>102 but, it may sound lame, but my adventures on the internet are quite enriching, exploring curious alleyways and weird stuff (often thanks to DQN and other imageboards) which fuels my creativity in my artistic and musical endeavours
Besides all that, although I'm only 22 I feel I've had some wonderful experiences and wild adventures, already plenty of tales to tell my inevitable grandchildren. Unless I do get bored but as I get older and my projects are sort of converging, my original "plan A" of an early grave seems less and less attractive
>>104, why would you need grandchildren when you have the whole net to discover? Think about it.
I just finished watching Umineko No Naku Koro Ni, it was really really good.
Svartby is cool.
It would be nice to have someone to save me from myself, but I can't count on that.
>>107 I've never played a visual novel before. Have I maybe spoiled it a bit by watching the anime first?
I wish people would stop identifying as `gamers'.
Hmm. I had an interesting experience being "that guy" your girlfriend is cheating on you with, ignoring texts and calls because she's in bed with me. Ask me anything.
>>110
I only got interested in the VN after I started watching the anime (I definitely watched the first arc, but I don't remember if I finished the anime). Even if you know what happens in EP1-4, reliving the story again through the VN with much more awesome music and Ryukishi's art feels great, and of course the adaptation skipped a lot of information.
If anything, you'll be more likely to get through the mostly-boring EP1, knowing that the story gets much more interesting later on.
And keep in mind that the anime only covered the first four episodes, and Umineko has eight of them in total, so you only know half of the story at best.
>>113 Say you find the girl who's willing - no, wants you - to carve your name into her body with a razor, and she's perfect in every way and wants to spend the rest of her life with you. But, she lives 300 miles away, and though you visit her regularly you won't properly be together for a few years yet, at least until she finishes high school. Then you meet the girl who's cheating on her boyfriend for you at a party or something, and she wants to go back to your place. Are you worried about hurting the angel who's planned her future around you? Do you tell either about the other? What are you thinking in this situation?
>>116
I've been in that exact situation, hence one reason I can be so detached at this point.
WHY ARE DQN AND SAOVQ SO SLOW BUT WORLD2CH AND WORLD4CH SO FAST
edit: Shift key, oops.
I am not happy about being stuck upstairs in some stranger's room while my girlfriend talks "confidential" business with some other stranger. I would ban him but I'm not a real MODD.
I'm a pretty poor excuse for a human being. I'd make a much better mineral deposit or a cloud formation.
>>125
Oh no no, I'm not depressed or anything; I'm just very bad at being human. I'm discomforted by any direct human contact, I find socialising to be a form of slow torture, I have no desire to be in a relationship with any kind of human and my most prominent interests all involve the analysis of non-living objects.
Also I really like mineral deposits and cloud formations. Oh, how I'd love to be a stratocumulus...
Espeon's guide was dying a terrible death by these natives' poison arrows and he narrowly avoided death himself begging for his life in what few words he knew of their alien tongue. All that was known of it to the rest of the world was learned second-hand from neighboring tribes for no missionary or anthropologist had ventured among them and lived to tell of it. They were a fierce people who ate their enemies and clung tenaciously to this forgotten corner of the Amazon. The thing that brought him here was just a legend but one he had to see for himself and hopefully well-worth all the risks.
Just outside the shamanfs hut his guide still writhed on the ground slowly suffocating as naked children prodded him with sharpened sticks. Shaking, Espeon carefully unfolded a piece of paper. It was drawn in ballpoint pen on stationary from the Centro Hotel in Macapa, from which he had departed sixteen long days ago. The paper was damp from weeks in the jungle and nearly falling apart but the Shaman, when handed it, knew at once what he had drawn. The old man scowls and spits and the other natives shy away from this outburst. In a rasping voice the Shaman speaks to a young man at his side who quickly exits not only the hut but the village into the darkness beyond.
With a simple squint and nod that rustles his headdress, the shaman lets his guest know this is the time to do business. Espeon digs in his pockets for what few trade goods he has left. To these people, travelers checks and cash mean nothing though he would give them all he had for this opportunity. The best he can do is a packet of three Bic lighters in pastel orange, blue, and purple. Producing a flame draws awes from all those gathered except for the shaman who simply nods and puts out his hand for the gift as though it is nothing special. His wrinkled hands add these new lighters to a small animal-skin bag at his side with two others like them but much older; this is the bankroll of his tribe and he has single-handedly more than doubled their wealth.
The young man sent out earlier returns with the treasure and it is handed gingerly to Espeon. It is more breathtaking than he could ever believe: the legendary fruit. It is perfectly shaped in every way, the size of an adolescent boyfs fist, firm and hard to the touch with a thick skin, covered in rows of teardrop shaped nodules that arch and rise from its surface. My God, he mutters to himself and races outside in search of his backpack. The natives have torn into it already and have distributed amongst themselves all he brought with him. Men wear his tattered shirts and nothing more, women wear stripes of toothpaste across their faces, and children are oiled so that they glisten in what little light filters through the dense canopy above.
Losing all composure and forgetting the people hefs amongst he shouts at them, gHow the fuck am I supposed to shove this up my ass without lube??!h
Ah yes, the mittens and this song isn't bad. I'm also wondering why I don't come more often here.
>>135
yes, he releases the emergency mittens and doesn't afraid of anything
dərp
http://ego.64pixels.org/desu.php?url=http%3A%2F%2F4-ch.net%2Fdqn%2F
This is very revealing...
...no, wait, no it isn't.
>>128-132
Now, this is the vivid imagination I could enjoy any day!
As it turns out moleskins work well as rolling papers.
I don't want to work. I have always been lazy.
Why is it so hard to find LSD in this fucking town.
Oh man episode 7 of zenkai girl had tears streaming down my face, it's so good
How do I force myself to sleep? If I don't go to bed on schedule I'm totally going to be like shit tomorrow!
I feel stuck, I can't do anything productive (yet I have to!) and I have to sleep. Solve my time-management problems, DQN!
I set a tree on fire in Minecraft. I want to burn an entire island to the ground.
I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, reall, yreall, yreall,y reall,y reall,y aerl,,y reall,y really, reall,y reall,y really, really, reall,y reall, really, really, really, really, really wish I had a friend. Or rather, that that one guy would love me.
>>147
I once turned all the trees into TNT with a map editor and activated them. It would have been awesome, but my computer crashed.
I wish there were a hi-res classic-fine-art-booru so I could have an easier time figuring out which parts of this stuff I care about.
All the Internet generally offers is 10% of the artist's work as 450*260px photos suffering from harsh jaypegs.
>>154 i wouldn't waste my time on sleep if i had my original motherfuckin body
someone snuck in when i wasn't looking and made me old
Shitting blood. ;_;
Would you have sex with something that was descended from an ape?
>>158 not an option. perhaps you are not familiar with how anxiety disorders generally work; most people aren't, after all.
basically, once you pop, the pain don't stop.
>>159, actually I know. I meant that you should take it easy, you're a lost case. Basically, everything is much easier and more controllable when you realise this and get "fucking balls to it" aptitude instead of fighting with yourself.
>>162 yeah, no, you don't understand. thanks for trying, though.
>>166 haha i've read about sonic hedgehog homolog before on wikipedia funnily enough
Wish I could justify skipping class today.
>>170
Wish I could do the same. Maybe we can blame internet for that, can't? Like, we met each other and things went tits up.
oh..oh oh oh...oh..oh oh oh..oh ah ah oh oh.....oh..oh oh oh.. oh ah ah ah ah oh oh.
Eh, I'll do it tomorrow.
Ahhhhhhhh thank you to whoever first mentioned Zenkai Girl here a few days ago, I just finished the last episode and it was soooo good. Episodes 8-11 each had tears streaming down my face, and it wasn't as predictable an ending as was assumed by another poster but it was so heartwarming.
A MILLION THANK YOUS DQN XXXXXXXXXX
>>170
Become a NEET!
I wonder what Espeon does. She seems like she'd be a student to me.
Studying. Man, I don't wanna take that test tomorrow. But it's 25% of my grade...
>>176
Espeon seems to be an ex-NEET. However, is it even possible to be an ex NEET?
>>178
Once you start down the Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destiny.
Mittens.
There's a guy on eBay selling 5 bundles of 100 10 DPRK New Won notes for $43/each. I wonder what kind of economic crisis I could create with that, a ticket to Seoul, and some helium balloons...
Also I found one of those moving programmable moving LED signs in the wreckage of a neighbor's house. I think what I'm going to do is hang it above the front door and let it do the talking for me: I DON'T WANT A SUBSCRIPTION TO THE NEWSPAPER OR THE NUMBERS REPAINTED ON THE CURB. JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES AND MORMONS: LEAVE ME ALONE. NO ONE NAMED JOSE LIVES HERE. PLEASE STOP GIVING ME HIS MAIL.
Hwaorang > Law
Yoshimitsu>Xiaoyu>Kunimitsu>*
>>178
It's possible to be exclusively NEET, as you're surely aware of that I'm aware of that.
Fluffycheeks concurs.
I tend to exaggerate things that I say. I usually assume that my companion shares the same knowledge as me and we are going to have a good laugh. But over and over again I'm misunderstood.
Dear Espeon,
I had an elaborate fan fiction written for you today but I got sidetracked by whatever party it is I'm at right now. I guess I felt it fell flat and had to do some hungover editing later. I'm deeply sorry for the delay and the dearth of customer service in the combination of words I'm using right now. Penis penis penis.
Respectfully yours,
ANONYMOUSE FAN.
How can I disappear?
>>188
Enter your room. Only leave it when necessary. (food, bathing, etc).
Online, only go to anonymous websites. Use one or more proxies or other anonimyzers.
>>187
I talked with her last night on Gikobar (or was it this morning?) It was a lot of fun, I hope to see her again! She was super nice by the way!
Wow, it's suddenly turned pretty cold. Think it may be time to put the flannel sheets on my bed. Maybe even make some spiced cider!
>>190
It was a rainy afternoon.
I was surprised to see so many new faces (and less surprisingly none of the old ones).
Today I bought some instant kimchi, all i know about it is it's a stereotypical korean dish thanks to you guys
The World God Only Knows is good.
It sucks, but I'm posting it anyway. THE CONTINUING SAGA OF ESPEON, WORLD ADVENTURER/FIEND.
Lee was not his name, but that's what Master Espeon called him and always had since they day they met. Sipping his morning tea, Lee looked out over the expanse of Espeonfs estate. It was hard-won many years ago from the jungles that now only licked its edges. It had seemed foolhardy then to venture so far away from the rest of mankind then but now the orchards were settled and the cashew trees grew strong in orderly rows woven into the hillsides. In the distance, workers laughed and gossiped as they went about their daily routine. Espeon's plantation was so far from the cities that it was but a rumor to its nearest neighbors. As Espeon said it would, the remoteness had its advantages: the government could come and go, the cities could be aflame with riots, but here no tax collector ventured and his workers lived trouble-free lives which were hard to come by in this country.
Despite the tranquility, the plantation was far from profitable and Lee intended to bring this up with Master Espeon as he was here for his yearly visit. As always, he was sleeping in late. Lee's hands shook as he looked over the books. As the manager of a plantation he felt he was ill-prepared with his only other work before coming here had been as a bellboy at the Bangkok Hilton. He longed for that simple job, no matter how lowly it had been, now that he was often forced to be a horticulturist, a justice of the peace, mechanic, and accountant on nearly a daily basis. If Espeon's other ventures abroad--whatever they were--should fail and infusions of cash should ever end, there was no telling what become of this place. Lee feared he would be lynched should the workers not receive their pay.
At last a servant came for Lee and informed him not only that Espeon was awake but had been taking his breakfast for some time. Smoothing back his thinning hair and resisting his urge to yell at the servant for taking so long to carry this message, Lee grabbed the plantation's ledger and ran downstairs to meet with his master. Espeon wore a robe and listened as he ate his breakfast to an old worker who spoke of the many happenings on his farm. Like all the workers that had been here since the beginning showed a great deal of age from years in the sun and from the hard work of clearing the jungle. Despite this, with the master present, he made a point to wear platform shoes, the shortest skirt possible, and a tight tube top that did its best to push up breasts where there were none.
"Master Espeon", Lee spoke with airs of quiet desperation, "Many years ago when I told you that I could get ladyboys for you that would do anything for money, this isnft really what I had in mind..."