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It's *;!) here! *;!) means 8:10

Coder sees what's happening, and gazes down at his hands. His eyes go blank, draining of color. His entire body drains of color as he rises up into the air, his eyes turning pitch black as greyscale begins to seep out of him onto his surroundings. The offer burns up.

Good night! Also you should therapy someone to death sometime. Much more fun (and more theraputic) then stabbing!

"Oh. It's a cult???" Coder asks. "Why didn't someone tell me sooner? I love those!"

THERAPY

The lights begin to dim. A spotlight shines on Coder. You see tears trickle down his eyes as he tries to hide a strange plastic bottle. "It all began one summer day..." Coder monologues, "When school had just begun! It was 6th Grade, of middle school. And I had a best frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend. See on that day, I realized he... didn't get his elective with meeeeeeee. He had gottennnnnnnnnnnnnnn," Coder stops, the beat the pausing. He then continues without any song his voice. "Band. Dudududu da. Dudududu da. It was then, when I didn't know it... But all of my friends... WOULD BE INFECTED... Just like he was. Dudududu da. Dudududu da. Sure I got some other friends, but those that he pulled on... would always be closer, and more, and greater, than any I could find. Before I knew it, all of my friends, were musically inclined. I got more and more surrounded, until NOW. See... now... all of my friends from middle school... are all music kids, or just barely escaped. It was traumatizing, really. What happened to me? Truely traumatizing. I have just barely managed to stay beyond the... music kid event horizon. And yet... sometimes, at night. I find myself tapping a beat I made up myself. And as I stare at my hands..." Coder pauses, "I see myself holding drums, and I physically gag. I cannot be like them. I CANNOT! It goes against all of my being! They are... what I have always despised. I can not, MUST NOT! Become like them." The lighting returns to normal. "Yeah so that's what happened."

Am I in TLPL Can I be the really really really cool old one who knows all, is a trickster god, but also only exists 1% of the time?

ARE WE TALKING ABOUT LABELS CAUSE I LIKE TALKING ABOUT LABELS I think labels are stupid. The fact of the matter is, the very concept of a Label is improbable and idiotic. That being said, I have never wanted anything more in my life than to be labeled. See, I am something called a conflicted Labeler. Someone who hates labels, and yet loves them and labels them anyway.

I'm just saying, the doomed mentality isn't going to fix anything! You know the saying in how bystanders are also parts of the problem? Just because everyone else is doing it doesn't mean it's ok!

"Ugh." Coder says. "Music kids."

"Booooo! Music is cool but also for NERDS!" Coder yells. "Wait, are you a music kid? I became scarily close to being one of those... those... vermin!"

There is a difference between saying *stab* and describing a stab, similar to the difference between saying the f-word and describing the f-word.

"Yeah well anyway, the fourth wall seperates the characters and the observers and creators. But in this case, the creators are the observers, and we are aware we are being watched. And you should read more, there are NO EXCUSES *vicious mockery*"

Called it Although this might be a bit too Gore for the site rules.

Coder looks at you. "Dude there was never a Fourth Wall. Only Kim Dokja has it, therefore there cannot be one here. Duh."

Coder stares at GG0z. "But... Ink can read this all anyway?"

I cast... ELDRITCH DEITY Nah I don't see it.

I'm sorry but this is a terrible way to see it. Before I address the "There won't be a future anyway.", I want to point out that recreational use (and most proffesional use) is not thinking up the solution. And for the "There won't be a future anyway", did you hear the news? [Political Faction Here] decided they were going to detonate the sundail bomb when they finish it in 2 weeks, and every reputable scientist has agreed that they are doing it. Oh well, I guess there is nothing we can do, we are all doomed anyway.

Wait weapons??? BLOODSHED??? CARNAGE???

"Hmm... Ink is scared of whatever Ink isn't scared of. At least I think..." Coder ponders before yelling, "@Ink! What are you scared of?"

Welcome to the shard, New Friend! What Radiant Oaths resonate the most with you?

"Yeah, like what?" Coder asks aloud, "And why are we whispering?"