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[TD1]

If it were dead I wouldn't need to try to make it die. Any semblance of life, even if it's just motion, can be snuffed, shackled, decimated, beheaded, tortured, pronged, hanged, wrung, torn, ripped, shredded, and various other nasty things.

[WoobMonkey]

If DF has taught us anything, it's that the more you chop up the moving dead, the more moving dead pieces there will be. . . .

[TD1]

A good thing I'm not proposing chopping it up.

What do you use shovels for when dealing with the dead? Chopping? or burying?

[TD1]

Don't let your workforce get sober?

Always dig your housing?

Doors are good, bridges are better?

Using dragons against the enemy can backfire?

Dogs make poor soldiers, except in numbers?

Tame every beast you can to go for blood in war?

Kill every kitten you get?

Women soldiers aren't viable?

Forgotten Beasts are both scary and delicious?

Those who love trees tend to be cannibals?

Bankers tend to be Kobolds? (Sorry, burglars)

If it's carp, its teeth are sharp?

'ware the elephants?

I could go on...but you get the point

[WoobMonkey]

A good thing I'm not proposing chopping it up.

What do you use shovels for when dealing with the dead? Chopping? or burying?

Beating them over the head, if they're still moving.

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[Playergamer]

Google has me in their databases as a 1-year old due to a joke throwaway account I made a while back, so now they won't let me make any more throwaway accounts.

[Mr Space Cat]

Ennui in full force tonight.

[Hanslanda]

I can't say that I am sad. Sad is too weak a word for the complex flow of emotions within me. I am... Accepting? What else can I do? I knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. I just wish...

That's it. Right there.

I wish.

I. Fuckin'. Wish.

I don't have any special talent or trait that stands out, you know. I'm 'smart', so people tell me. I have a decent memory, and I'm not slow. Let me be realistic here. I'm a fucking idiot with a quick tongue and a warped sense of self. My special ability? The one thing I can do better than anyone else?

I can wish.

I wish real good, you see. I wish for all sorts of things. Sometimes I wish for things I can't have, and sometimes for things I can have. I always wish and wish and wish. At this point, I've lost all sense of what that word means anymore. I don't have any wants. I have these vague, illusory things that I term 'wishes'. These broken hopes and false promises that taunt me from beyond my reach.

I wish I hadn't left that day. I wish I hadn't gotten angry. I wish I had stayed. I wish I had spoke up. I wish I wasn't always second best. I wish-

I wish I wasn't so fucking pathetic. I wish I had some goddamn discipline. I wish that I had hopes and dreams for my life. I wish I had a single goddamn aspiration. I wish someone would wake me up from this fucking nightmare that my life has become. I wish I was proud of the man I am. I wish I still had my honor.

But what does it matter? It doesn't. My wishes are simply fuckin' pipe dreams. They go up in smoke as soon as they are formed, never to be thought of again, lost to the uncaring haze. I don't care anymore. I don't care. I really want to go off the deep end and overdose or something, but I'm too 'smart' for that. I'm too 'smart' to make the right decision, and too 'smart' to cut my losses after making the wrong one. What do I do now?

Well. I guess I wait until tomorrow and see what new pleasures and pains it brings. Maybe I'll kill myself. Maybe I'll have the happiest day of my life. Who fucking knows.

Guess this is what life is all about, huh? Isn't this what I am supposed to do? Live it up, right?

[mastahcheese]

Hans, please, please don't think like that.
At all, don't give up.

... I'm in the hospital right now because it feels like my viens and arteries have turned to lava.
It feels like my blood is turning to stone.
I'm losing my sight and I feel like I'm burning and freezing and being over my entire body.

And you want to know why?

Because I felt so fucking horrible last night that I triple dosed on my anti depressents, and double dosed on my mood stabilizers.
I just wanted to stop being sad, and be happy again, and now it feels like I'm turning to rock and rubble.

So don't give up.
Please.

[Tiruin]

I'm sad because even with my darn fast typing speed I can't send these messages to you two on that I really wish to aid you.

So the least I can give is guidance and advice. 

Curse it.

[mastahcheese]

Don't be sad, tiru, don't be sad.
You try so hard for everyone, and you do so much, don't be sad.

[mastahcheese]

Why do I faint every time they give me an IV?
And they put it in my right arm, so now I'm stuck with typing with my left hand.
God, my hand is shaking so bad.
Why did I do this?

[Tiruin]

Why do I faint every time they give me an IV?
And they put it in my right arm, so now I'm stuck with typing with my left hand.
God, my hand is shaking so bad.
Why did I do this?

Since I..well I know the context, *shifts to PMs*

Though given your time right now? Sleep well.
I promise you one in the morning.
Also Hans. Same to you

Now I wish there was a better way to chronicle this 65+ page PM box >_>

[mastahcheese]

Yeah, PMs should really have better organization.
Although maybe it assumes that you delete the old ones, I dunno.
I think I'm a tad delirious right now.

[Tiruin]

Yeah, PMs should really have better organization.
Although maybe it assumes that you delete the old ones, I dunno.
I think I'm a tad delirious right now.

Rest :I

And no, there's no default delete system. I still have my first ever PM message from ThreeToe when I asked him about using his story as inspiration for making mine.