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Nov 13, 2013 22:28:11 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Nov 13, 2013 22:28:11 GMT -5
o.O Sounds weird.
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Nov 13, 2013 2:17:26 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Nov 13, 2013 2:17:26 GMT -5
*shrugs* Never played it (that's a game, right?), so I wouldn't know.
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Nov 12, 2013 7:36:30 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Nov 12, 2013 7:36:30 GMT -5
No particular idea. Just throwing stuff out and seeing what happens. So far, seems to be some kinda recurring time freeze thing... and that's really as far as I am. ^^;
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Sept 2, 2013 0:18:51 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Sept 2, 2013 0:18:51 GMT -5
*twiddles her thumbs*
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Aug 7, 2013 15:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Aug 7, 2013 15:28:16 GMT -5
I'm referring to the half-a**ed thing I stuck down in Original. ^^
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Aug 6, 2013 23:56:23 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Aug 6, 2013 23:56:23 GMT -5
Can't be sure whether it's gone unnoticed (highly likely, all things considered), or if there's simply no interest.
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Post by Novalyyn on Aug 4, 2013 21:04:18 GMT -5
It was mostly bars available to him, along with the odd convenience store here and there. A drink sounded good. Dean walked the streets in silence, searching for one with a name the seemed good. Along the way, he passed by the occasional bum, asleep in some doorway hollow. Nothing moved; it seemed even the wind had stopped.
Eventually, he gave up on the bar names, deciding he was just delaying himself for no reason. The next he saw, he entered, ignoring the silent smokers outside and the smoke that didn't dance. Nor did he try to get the attention of a barkeeper; he simply found his way behind it and poured himself a drink. All around, there were people engaged in life - friends with smiles and open mouths, one-night-stands in the making, tired people trying to drink life away - all still as statues. It was as if someone had built a museum of the world, but these were not mannequins. They were people, soft and warm, but frozen.
Dean could hear a soft ticking; there was a clock somewhere. Somehow, the clocks always kept ticking, even when everything else - even their own hands - stopped moving. He downed a shot and poured another, dulling the fear that lingered still in the back of his mind.
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Jul 13, 2013 15:25:11 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Jul 13, 2013 15:25:11 GMT -5
>.>
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Post by Novalyyn on Jul 12, 2013 2:07:32 GMT -5
((Not that I expect anything, but here's a random thing. Throw something at it if you feel like it.))
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven...
Midnight again. Dean stared blankly upward, aware that a white ceiling was somewhere above, though he could not perceive it. He blinked, shivered, and threw off the covers a moment later. Sitting up, he groped for the light switch, trying to stave off the prickling terror rising within him.
Light flooded the room, forcing Dean to wince and blink several times in an attempt to reclaim his sight. Steadily, his room can into view. Clothes and miscellaneous items were strewn about the floor, with a path that led to the vital spots and carpet peeking through here and there. A bottle of sleeping pills lay sideways near the lamp, knocked over in the process of turning on the light. The clock whose soft chimes he'd counted not ticked away serenely, almost as if feigning ignorance to the trouble it caused. Everything was as he'd left it, and there was no sign of anything to have inspired so much fear.
It was the same as every other time.
He sighed and shook his head. The clock's ticking faded into the background, and some moments later, Dean grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans that smelled clean and got dressed. A light jacket, his wallet, a knife in case he needed to defend himself. With a final glance at the clock to confirm that none of the hands had moved beyond midnight, he ran a hand through his hair to smooth it, and headed out to see what was open.
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 4, 2013 1:55:22 GMT -5
Not sufficiently to sustain anything, anyway. But, hey, we all get attached to things. Heck, I've actually made a school project (Astronomy course) out of science-ing up the world I'd created for my RP thingy, even though that not only died off before it really took off, but I also lost the majority of the info collected in the wiki for it.
Well, kinda lost, anyway. I've actually got a pretty huge file that lists a range of backup updates, but it doesn't have the most recent listings of anything, the things it does have are repeated several times with varying alterations, at least half the file is spam, and it's all encoded in such a way that I have to run one entry at a time through a decoder to make any sense of it... x.x So, for now, it counts as lost.
>.> <.<
*stops procrastinating and returns to her behind-schedule finals homework*
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 3, 2013 1:38:52 GMT -5
I just like saying pew pew. ^^
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Apr 27, 2013 12:14:37 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Apr 27, 2013 12:14:37 GMT -5
Things keep almost happening, but not quite making it. ^^;
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Mar 22, 2013 21:38:04 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Mar 22, 2013 21:38:04 GMT -5
Pew, pew! I gotsa laser! Pew-pew pew!
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Feb 14, 2013 3:56:00 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Feb 14, 2013 3:56:00 GMT -5
Medieval zombie apocalypse? Heck of a plague, that.
I'll keep lurking, for now... but I'll peek when I visit, and see what happens.
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Feb 5, 2013 19:03:24 GMT -5
Post by Novalyyn on Feb 5, 2013 19:03:24 GMT -5
Lot of us were definitely attached to this place. I'm just not sure we can ever really get it moving again, even if all of us had some time to spare. I also think there's more old, dead bots than anything attached to this site.
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