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[spümpkin]

wow

such write

much stupend

Spoiler: 100% doge-free. NOW WITH 50% LESS DOGE (click to show/hide)

Nature is a fickle mistress. She creates, yes, and provides, yes. But she also destroys, and harms, and twists and poisons, reaping that which she has sown so dearly. It is not unusual then, to find something against the cruel beast that is nature.

thats about all i got

any ideas where i could go with that?

[eerr]

How about some treant literature.

Some poor boy sleeps under a gnarled treant and a branch drops on his head.

[Orange Wizard]

Oil companies are actually run by enlightened scholars who have decided that nature needs to be destroyed for the good of humanity

[spümpkin]

wow i failed to write stuff for how long/??

6 days


6 fucking days


welp, writeometer reached such a high level it kablooed

it is now back at 0 because i still have writers block

[spümpkin]

Hey what I did something


jk this is actually an old piece, I just got the grade back for it today, and it was really good. Re-reading it, it's probably one of my favourite descriptive pieces I've done, so here ye go

The task was to describe a setting.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The Forest Ruins

The howling wind rushes past the mossy denizens of this great palace, and dew made visible by the fleeting sun drips down onto a stone corpse, slowly eating it away. Like flesh upon bone, stone muscles surround a rotten core, threatening to tear it away from the inside at a breath. Crumbling down, pieces of earth and wood crash upon the ruined ground, an echoing smash in an empty land.

Guardians of the forest stand by, watching over the slow destruction of this place. For them, it is nothing, a mere blink in the face of eternity. They have harboured life, destroyed it, created it, and provided for it. They are everlasting. With a solemn caw, black feathers erupt from above, raining down upon the desiccated corpse of something that was once much greater.

The scent of defeat wafts up from the shambles, mingling with the rotting wood and melting stone. A mix of decaying soldiers, who once were proud and noble, combined with the sorrow of families long forgotten. Acrid smoke rises, only to dissipate moments later. Their fiery passion still burns, yet not enough to forgo their destruction by the elements.

Where did they go? The weary days under the harsh sun, the sacred prayers uttered by only one, those noble men, who swore the kingdom on their lives, but alas, it was all in futility. Death. Destruction. They come for us all, and even the greatest, will eventually fall.

Here it will lie for aeons until the day comes when nothing is left, not even a memory. But that day shan't come. Some feeling felt long ago, or some ancient rite repeated throughout time. Something will remain.

Because true greatness is never forgotten, never destroyed, never killed.

True greatness will always remain.

[spümpkin]

feelin like shit

so i decided to write

about a baseball playing robot

mostly inspired by heart & slash, which is a very nice game where you can play as a baseball robot

Spoiler: >Home >Run Application >Baseball (click to show/hide)

The day was coming to a close, the sun falling behind the autumn leaves and pink clouds, leaving its faint glow on all it surveyed. As the sun fell on the horizon, the cracking sound of leather hitting wood rang out, as the ball went flying in the air, leaping over the sun, to fall down over the other side of the fence. The players watched, as it fell with a splat into the muddied fields across the gate, and they rushed over, to investigate what their game had wrought. The ball lay there, covered in mud, and other substances tangled in a ball of prickles and vines.

They were an odd bunch, those 4 robots. The tallest one tried to reach over the fence, as it had the longest limbs, but only ended up with its baseball cap falling off, into the mud. It was distraught at this, and spent the next 10 minutes with its head in its hands, and the shortest one trying to comfort it, even offering its own cap. Of course, it couldn't replace what had been lost. The other two, both shorter than the tallest one, made a tower by getting one to stand on top of the other. The one standing on top was using it's trusted baseball bat to fish the things out of there, which worked for the cap, but not so much the ball, sending it spiralling further down. Drat. They spent a while strategising, the tallest one revitalised by the sight of its cap.

In the end, the tallest one stood at the bottom, while the other two stood atop it, holding the shortest one in the top robot's hands. It was lowered down, into the brambles, and ripped the ball from it's prison. Freedom had come, and they rejoiced, for this is the third time they'd had to do this today. Somehow, they tried doing all those strategies each time. The tallest one began packing away its pitchers mitt, signing the end of their games for today. The others sat on a table, covered in roots and moss, drinking cans of soda.

"So, what was up with that hitting today, Zak?" The shortest one spoke, it's monitor showing a snidely green grinning face.

"Oh shut up. He didn't mean to do it, obviously. Do you think he enjoyed holding your feet?" One of the others spoke, it's monitor glowing an orange, with a face that resembled a tongue being poked out.

"You don't need to defend me, Miyaka. You and I both know Jac, and they don't mean anything by it." Zak replies, as he polished his baseball bat, his monitor glowing yellow, but with no visible face.

The tallest one approached, and looked them over. "Hey now, don't be fighting on the turf! That's against the rules, y'know." A smirk appears on his monitor, glowing red, as they all chuckle. After some more small talk and jokes, they decide to gather up their things, and leave. Heading out through the arch of vines and ruined metal, towards the tower of plants and concrete, standing above a still ruin of what was once a city.

also, yes, this is never going to be consistent, and just a place for me to write when i get muse

i am not a good enough writer to have consistent muse

or maybe thats just being human, who knows