User:Exotoro

The endless follows the empty

Follow them into the wild moon

Post-human settings refer to works with a setting where humans have existed or still exist but are no longer a key part of the work, replacement beings superseceding them for the most part. Sonic the Hedgehog is a post-human setting.

Call the deal cheap

This way to the Ingress!

This way to the Egress!

Busy work

Let's be boring

Every day with that fucking spider

I cant keep doing this to you any more

Ban Bets are Not Allowed

Expand Donk City

Ohhhh you have to use a paintbrush

Andy you're a staaaar

Scalebound? More like Scaleddown

Bland McSupplebutt

Arley and Nemo

I care about the mannequin

Chop chop

Glory hole bob

And now, our other sponsor nerdbox

Kyle Reese fucked his own self to make the t5billion

Backer to Scad?

Back to scad

Going back to scad

I am sickly

She has many a dark secret

Bang bada zappa

Pineapple Juniors

Merry post-Christmas!

TESTE BOYZ

ZESTY BOYS

QESTU

ignore everything, nothing else matters except for us. all the time, every day.

fuck the stock market

Kill those damn buzzers

Rip chia boyz

2 damn tired

2 damn late

Elemental Journey?

Leader of the 2016 Dumb Ways to Die Purge on Fantendo

Ask me about my sinister sexual agenda

V A P O R W A V E

Meander with a gander

memed out

Earn your narrative

When you insert yourself into a narrative, the question quickly becomes "how do you benefit the narrative?" You have to earn the audience's trust much faster than a normal character. You have to exist in the narrative for a reason. You can't be boring, you can't be disrespectful, you can't be biased. This is hard to pull off and the easier solution is to not. You deal with two audiences, one critical of you and one critical of your existence in the narrative itself. You often don't own this narrative and exist as an outsider as opposed to a character; the narrative dissonance created by this is hard to look past. Suddenly the narrative these characters existed in before, where they had motivations and logic behind them, are exposed as gears in a machine. And when you don't fit in the machine...

Echoes across a bowl of tears

What can I say except "You're welcome"

Danny never wrote but he often cried

Marco👏Is👏A👏Trans👏Boy👏to👏Girl👏Don't👏Fucking👏Tell👏Me👏Otherwise

How much nonsense can i fit on the web of madness

Evil Exotoro steals comments from the good working folk

So I didn't want to have to make this but last night was another in a now long line of all nighters that my room mate is putting me through. These keep expanding into later and later and I keep thinking that at some point it'll finally stop but they keep happening. Not only does it keep happening, but he's the one that gets annoyed when I ask him when he plans on going to sleep. I'm not even trying to be rude about it but he gave me the especially snide answer of "a couple more hours".

Then it became my problem that I couldn't sleep past the angry clickings of the keyboard followed by lulls of silence that were followed up by loud clickings of the keyboard and maybe a cuss word or two. It's my problem I can't sleep when the giant computer screen illuminates what is otherwise perfect darkness.

I can't sleep through it because I'm not a heavy sleeper. One irregular sound or brightness change will usually wake me up. However this concept of how some people sleep is so foreign and impossible to my roommate he makes the insane suggestion I'm just not putting enough effort into shutting out his noise.

My other roommate sleeps through his alarm consistently and throughly so I guess it's not a problem for him. This, for me anyway, is insane and I'm literally clubbing myself in the head to maybe pass out and get some rest that way. Hasn't worked yet but maybe if he keeps it way past five I might finally accomplish this.

Every time, an alien loses their home and has to crash on Earth.

Six dollars for a fuckton of ice cream.

The Lunar Carnival!

Mfffph~

A Family trapped in a Dome!

17 hours, 17 guns, 17 women, 17 states, 17 robots, 17 rounds, 17 imperfections, 17th world saga

Do you think you're special?

Theres a god trapped in a cube.

A epic for our times!

Rippenson Sphere

Omleck viscous sphere

Im on my knees saying god help me please

We used to wait

Here comes the night-

Children are you learning

A night for naught

Here we go!

Is this real life? This is like a miserable nightmare, this existence I live.

Piano Fights, Juvenile Rights

Death Replacer

Skin flaking, bleeding tendons ripped, a hatchet over your head, treading a river of blood and a beating drum in my head

In the choir i see you with someone else

Hey FUCKO theres a SLUG behind you

Please mail me your hands

Too many tabs, too many tuesdays