(been changing to excel recently and been working on songwriting on the fly...) anyways here's another writing: to the stars that sits at a peak-- where those memories may seek-- their finest timeline long ago oh those nameless names lost in time-- where the night takes the road-- that leads to the past old memories-- down 20-30 years ago… to those old blurred memories-- there I stood with a newer bunch of friends-- I don't know by heart... many old times I stood 20 years ago-- by those in a care of heart; in life lines that I would change… for the long life hiding lies ahead of my soul… to think about those in front of me… flying like firefly's upon my sight… in the fades of the nine lies I see, there lied an empty soul in me… there lied an empty soul in me… and the hollows and woods burns the bridge- where life takes may take me away from land… where life takes may take me away from land… maybe there's a better chance… maybe there's a better chance… maybe there's a better chance… there I finally stood-- at long last as the past follows back to me-- as they fly as a firefly's glow broken from the night of forgotten, there as the trees and the hollows burn behind, all there lies is a firefly's glow… all there lies is a firefly's glow…
@Blake-notlocated17 күн бұрын
it's been a long time since I wrote poetry here... been writing my writings I had made for a gay furry, and now... here I am, leaving a writing here... “A forgetful midnight”- William (B) Gamble (a poetic note and normal writes of story telling) ‘There lied a heart; Beyond the deepest regret may curiosity- break one’s second eye, foolishly filled with thoughts of lacking such corruption; to lead so ignorant alone to many years- and nights beyond; where midnights were quiet, only may I hear the faded voice of winter;’ as I passed my eye to rest- I awake with a sailor yelling towards me, Stirred up by the land that lied beyond the barrier of- The land I used to know- turned to mist, I thought it was a dream- However it seemed not to be… He lended his advice towards me, When I remained empty like a bottle; There I’d hear the sailor panic, But I never understood what the soul meant by- ‘the islands guardian’ has struck us Though I’d awake myself in a crash… ___________________________________ Act I scene II (awakened in the storm) ___________________________________ as I stand up to my surroundings- I hear whispers with encouragement- As I look down at my hand I see sudden fur covering over me- For a few seconds… I brush it off like I was probably hallucinating; Then I hear the voice get stronger… ‘there is a way out, free me… kill the soldiers…’ I open my eyes and saw something special… An exception to anyone else’s vision… I was- Far from the rest… Didn’t feel like some a chosen one like anyone in a game… But something was binded to me like a curse- Yet I never understood why… Yet I only lingered deeper in the path- I was branched onto… ____________________________________________________ 1A scene III (a forgotten distant memory… ____________________________________________________ Every night I would stay awake- I would feel a sense of an old friend of my eye; Even though it lied as a vision in my head… I never felt like I learned from my past life, Then I hear the voice again… ‘you remember don’t you?’ I stood silent… The night felt colder than it was… *backstory:* I used to be a marksman in shooting… I wasn’t afraid of reasoning with those who- Were in concerns around me-- Even if it costed me more damaging promises to myself… to the nights I always stood as a lone sheepdog… despite not having anyone around; *end of backstory* _______________________________ Act 2 scene I (a burned bridge) _______________________________ At a single night I scavenged for- Weapons I came across a firearm beyond my expectations- it lied loaded with a half mag, looked to be a makeshift M16A1 with a 6x scope on it… being unreliable I test fired it in my hands… yet it had proved very durable… then I had set back to my site- until I heard noises from far distance... I spotted a squad on the horizon- I took a steady shot- knowing these people are a danger to me… everyone headed into cover after- I shot a person with a somewhat bolt action with a scope on it… Checking my six I saw a figure in front of me… Unarmed yet familiar to a picture- I remember barely from an old friend… I spoke- ‘I- remember that face…’ It spoke back… ‘well a figure of the past- Won’t always be a blur that I see from a past life…’ keeping my guard on the folks that are kill me, I realize a sense of dread in my mind… I couldn’t explain it… It would never leave… Wherever I walked- it walked behind me… the smells of taunting yet to stand upon- me would only try to tear me further… to further dream lucent memories- yet one stood upon me… to awake in the house I was in before, with a such fade of a sidearm extremely blurry- yet only hear knocking- then silence as I was woke up to the night again… reminding myself of the men I killed in this place… sometimes I see concepts from a such soul that created for me Sighted in a far distant memory that lies far forgotten, Lost between the gaps- Between a shifted line… Before a faded memory… _________________________________ Act 2 scene II (Weakened lines) _________________________________ By the morning I felt an unease in dread, In times- I felt that I was not ready for another hunt… Yet I continued pushing forward yet to only stall further more… I say to myself… ‘nothing falls closer to fate in means- of a hopeless battle upon one’s self’ I felt myself as this remained very rough; Yet I continued to push myself through the position of- Continuing to poison my soul- in the harsh battles of the enemies I stood upon… Then I slept one last day… The sound of alarms becoming loud… This was my freedom… Then I woke up in that same- position I had in my dream _______________________ Act 2 scene III (finale) _______________________ I chose to remember the life I used to have… Where I held a sidearm- I dropped it and slid a tear out of my- Eye… a person and voice I barely remembered spoke… ‘Hey, friend… I know we haven’t talked in many years- But I have came to check up on you…’ Then after noticing that I was at the edge of ending- It all… I was sent to the hospital, There. was. No. faith. left… all I had in my soul was a broken tear left… and a deep ambition for a soul to a unforgotten night- of hopelessness…
@yoshihiro72928 күн бұрын
Woah the old acg video thanks
@elizasumsum1532Ай бұрын
You are using xbox
@G-nationulrus02Ай бұрын
And how did you get that card?
@G-nationulrus02Ай бұрын
Cassie is so big, i expirenc3d it myself
@ta-hn4stАй бұрын
WHAT!? I GOT IT WITHOUT DOING THAT BALONEY
@JohandarielDelossantosАй бұрын
13:26 my brain when i see brainrot
@literallyDHАй бұрын
Hey I need to thank you for something you did recently, can I get your discord?
@JustOrdinaryPaoАй бұрын
Sure :3 paothealtaccountmk3
@literallyDHАй бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao Sent you rq dawg
@literallyDHАй бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao Bro wake up I sent a message 😭😭😭
@windows10windows7robloxАй бұрын
cant use my pc now .😭😭💀💀 (the ohio meme is dead)
@GenericOrangeProtogen12 ай бұрын
Furries + core games = mainly chaos
@HieuLuongThi-vp5dl2 ай бұрын
Win in🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳
@adriangoodyear32942 ай бұрын
Protocol C.A.S.S.I.E now has a chance rate of Cassie being 50% and esds being 50% but rainbow core forces it so uh yeah rainbow can only be done in private but public requires an admin to do it
@JustOrdinaryPao2 ай бұрын
yeah, kinda sad they changed that
@TTTGGGANDYАй бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao How did you get the Admin card?
@lukatolstov55983 ай бұрын
PROTOCOL NOT PROTOCAL NOT PROTOCALL
@JustOrdinaryPao3 ай бұрын
Lmao
@foxwellofficial3 ай бұрын
Thanks for playing Pao, I'm surprised I didn't see this earlier
@JustOrdinaryPao3 ай бұрын
X3 Thas alright heheh Hey when version 2 drops maybe I’ll record that uwu
@ItzPr0t3 ай бұрын
Hi
@JustOrdinaryPao3 ай бұрын
Hewoo :3
@ItzPr0t3 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao what now?
@JustOrdinaryPao3 ай бұрын
@@ItzPr0t I dunno Communication has been established, what does one do after that?
@Blake-notlocated3 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao been a long time since I touched this channel, lol
@wiliamlin59533 ай бұрын
does it go that high?
@JustOrdinaryPao3 ай бұрын
nah, it's just hard to do something like that in 2d
@ethanchan92454 ай бұрын
what does cassie stand for?
@Mrstring-cheeseman.4 ай бұрын
Xbox lookin hd
@Kemar-mu1dz4 ай бұрын
Core startup go brrrrr. Ngl I kinda like the old startup theme more than the current one, it is however copyright protected so can't be used in the Original game anymore. RIP.
@JustOrdinaryPao4 ай бұрын
yeaa...
@Kemar-mu1dz4 ай бұрын
How do I do core shut down
@JustOrdinaryPao4 ай бұрын
Happens automatically
@ma.sheneillemina58374 ай бұрын
the music of the b core sartup : im not a moron portal 2 and the C.A.S.S.I.E self destruction system is from nostromo self destruct from a alien movie
@itsfirerayt35714 ай бұрын
how to get
@JustOrdinaryPao4 ай бұрын
Asking very politely
@Blake-notlocated4 ай бұрын
I suppose since there hasn't been a post, I guess I'll leave this masterpiece of writing “A final day” - William (B) Gamble Once lied a man in a cabin far off from anyone even a family of his own, In a cold winter morning without lies sound of a hiss lied winters darings to the man at winters old mist fingering at him without a verbal sign of feelings, at such weak heart that once considered humbled and shined in quartz faded in darkest moonrise forgotten by a cent, and the man lied sharping at a grin without a passion and heart to stand by He walked across a boy and the boy said “if there is a time in which is now, would you ever be a changed man?” And the man looked upon the boy with a never seen kinded heart and said “when life takes me far away from land, And maybe there’s a better chance” “when life takes me far away from land, And maybe there’s a better chance” And the boy smiled back and gave the man a heart that the man never seen before, While the winter howls and moon shines bright Without a reflection in a crystal glaze Smiles that face of the man Grown with a heart deeper in lanes And there it stood that thought in mind: “if there is a time in which is now, would you ever be a changed man?” “when life takes me far away from land, And maybe there’s a better chance…” And there lied the moons crystal shine shining bright upon the man, While the winter howls and the moon shines bright, And there lied a smile behind the man’s grin…
@docbrosstudio76804 ай бұрын
What does Protocol C.A.S.S.I.E. do?
@docbrosstudio76804 ай бұрын
Protocol.
@Exquizity5 ай бұрын
Put it in startercharacterscripts
@melekmelekzade68085 ай бұрын
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@Sodapop-13906 ай бұрын
Oddly got this in my recommendations , not bad
@JustOrdinaryPao6 ай бұрын
lmao thanks ^-^ admittedly there are a few mistakes, that I didnt realise until AFTER I published the video, but I really appreciate that you liked it!
@Sodapop-13905 ай бұрын
@JustOrdinaryPao just keep doing what you do, not sure what platform you use, i recommend FL studio
@JustOrdinaryPao5 ай бұрын
@@Sodapop-1390 I really want to start using fl studio, but its just too expensive man.. I dont have that kind of money lying around I'm only 14, plus I wanna try to get a pc first so I can actually work on roblox games
@Sodapop-13905 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao ah ok then, well they are some alternatives im sure you can find to
@richgravelle9977 ай бұрын
The event that kicks everybody is "omega hypernova", so it overtakes all other events
@Workin3097 ай бұрын
11:55 *its just a prank bro*
@Blake-notlocated7 ай бұрын
Been a bit of time, hopefully you are doing fine, I got this poem I wrote: “Shouting trouts” - William (B) Gamble O’ hears the shears of trouts in shouting of night: Feels an old such touch in two currented minds of moonlight, Torn by thorns of uneased steads of dreads in needled threads; Yet shines in such finest pine in a mountain of another’s fountain ‘n shedding tears, From one’s sight to another mind set with eyes in various dyes of bloom: Accented in a tone of lime in one’s mind that lies within a faded but painted rain, Feathering at o’ such weathers at the height ‘n sight of greatened feat: Standing at the summits peaks of winters o’ such varied strengths ‘n currents, Posed in a rose of blossoms ‘n blooms…
@JustOrdinaryPao7 ай бұрын
^w^ as per usual your writing is beautiful, I’m doing alright but could definitely be better. Life is getting a bit much
@Blake-notlocated7 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao My sincere apologies I couldn't respond messages exactly when you post, Another poem I have wrote: Anyways enjoy your afternoon, “Thundering of sung” - William (B) Gamble In storms that shores such greatest feats of adored minds of greatened forces of horsemen, Starring through the one eyed dawn of shines ‘n pines; Shearing ‘n tearing upon a horizon of stary nights, Tarping over moonlights memory of painted ‘n fades of rain; Smelled in a romans ancient rose of blooms ‘n blossoms, Lies such closure ‘n desires; of wanders leaving fires of warmth for those in dark with a kindling sparks of many nights, Pulled by winters unease of seas of shaking ‘n breaking of traversing light, Dances at glancing lances of postured of once stancing in touch of such brave horsemen, Upon the fades of painted horizons past lies the last starring of a horseman’s final light…
@Blake-notlocated7 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao I could say the same, *not in the best place, not in the worst place either...* ^w^ *severe level depression and doubt trying to drag me down into soil...* *Besides that, I have been fine...*
@Blake-notlocated3 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao God, I completely forgot about my time writing poetry here, I've been writing these story arc to a gay furry I have been in a relationship for 7 months, I completely forgot about this channel, good lord, anyways, I'll be leaving this comment here, (and hey if you want see an example of the work I've done lately, we could touch on a different platform)
@Blake-notlocated8 ай бұрын
I may as well, leave this and be done, *Sigh* “Old morning’s sleeks” - William (B) Gamble O’ lies the ties of a heart in startled in those many eyes of starred in darkness in moonlights glow in a tarping close; Weather of a feather in rivers that follows in a reflections of hollows, Flowing at its tided of four sided rows in moonlight glow, Fades till the memories in fainted ‘n painted rain in harden stardust; Lightens such touch of nights sacred screw of tightened ‘n soothened voices of heavening of traveled light, Painted in a stained memory at the greatened of feat ‘n softened pine of moonlight finest sparks: in shines of brightening light at hardness of barked steads in dreads of wood, in darkness of a heart sheared in the size of a sung of bards; Within the hatred yet in saturatration of sacred lime brighten ‘n lightened in quilt of hardship that lies built, By a dedicated hearts in a sophistication of minds of desired in steep of tired of worn out fires of torn; Within steads of heavy dread in a current in tear’s of grinded gears; Lies a soothenend voice through out the mists of twisting fist, Cried in dries of feeling’s of sunk in a wide open heart of pride…
@Blake-notlocated8 ай бұрын
*Another piece of writing from a stranger in dark* A writing from the working's through night; “Smiling torn” - William (B) Gamble O’ in a morning of thorning rose ‘n posed eye’s in dark, Lies the cries of tears in the eve’s of fainted ‘n painted rivers of shivers in a mind in torn; In a shade of dimmering unsoothened fades of softened heart that falls apart at stalls in dark, To o’ smells of shells that dwells upon many eyes of tells: From many outsiders in spouting droughts of lanes in panes, To the old spotless shine of the finest scent of mint in old sacred oak; Till o’ greatest bits ‘n spits of many spouting minds in thoughts of trites in despite: Stoken in the many of spoken wisdom in dark to heightened lime, Of the nine of many spotless shines in the stardust of hardened ‘n softened hearts of oak ‘n pine in dark; To the mind’s in a slight ‘n light weathered of feathered in bloom…
@Blake-notlocated8 ай бұрын
I doubt I would get a response anytime soon; So, I'll just slide this creative writing here: “Deepened creak” - William (B) Gamble O’ hardens the stardust’s glow of a memory, At a glance of an eye of soothen in pours of four sides; That steepening deep in the wide rivers reflected tides, Fainted in rain of fading paints of o’ such mind’s upon, In many nights of uneased fright’s; Lies the lane of many shattering panes, Lies the blooms of stardust’s of dusk, To o’ such mind’s at touch in fades of lime: Till the morning’s of minted winters of old past, Brightened in an ether’s of bloom; By a dim reflections tip of a softened ‘n soothened voices of cricketing hearts, In o’ of many metric sized hearts of brightened quilt, To such startled hearts in the eye’s of dark; Upon the rise of many hills above the mills, Lies in the glowing flows of wide rivers reflected tides: Brighten the old good memories of faded sided tides, In the shattered panes of many lanes of minds in dark; Lies the brightened blooms by the many minds of brighten quilt of lime, In the cricketing metrics of hearts in the deep ‘n steep dusk of moonlight’s stardust…
@JustOrdinaryPao8 ай бұрын
Apologies, life has been so busy that I just haven’t had the time and I’m so sorry I haven’t been responding. Your writing is really beautiful and I am so sorry I haven’t been able to tell you that like I could when I first saw it. Hope you’re doing well and I hope you have a very good day
@JustOrdinaryPao8 ай бұрын
@@Blake-notlocated oof.. hope everything goes well
@Blake-notlocated8 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao But anyways I hope your weeks are fine as well...
@Blake-notlocated8 ай бұрын
@@JustOrdinaryPao Edit: *Also you didn't need to apologize, Because I do understand that position in life...* Besides that business out of the way, I am going into *Advanced Placement Seminar* for my second semester, if it wasn't clear already with the writings I interpret for a good example: *"Minted winter"* it's a phrase of saying: *A slight breeze* or *lime* as an adjective in saying: *contrast to brightness of one's mind,* It is how I interpret these words in different context... Say for a final example: *current:* *it is a word I use in context to refer to the negativity in one's mind...* I know I tend to use the phrasing's a lot of time throughout my writings but that added interest into how it is described by the writer... And that's just something I would like to mention about before I go elsewhere...
@JustOrdinaryPao8 ай бұрын
@@Blake-notlocated I’m not American, nor familiar with their education system, but I am either very happy for you or hope things get better I really don’t know. It looks like it’s a good thing though so good luck and you have done a very good job! ^w^ And it’s very interesting how you can interpret your poems so fluently, wish I were able to do that then maybe I’d actually be able to do something instead of sitting here wondering what tf I’m gonna do with myself lmao
@LimLabs.Corp.Official8 ай бұрын
does anyone see the power lasers??? they're bugged out a lot :/
@JustOrdinaryPao8 ай бұрын
Idk I honestly can’t remember playing the game lmao
@RandomExoplanet8 ай бұрын
how to fly in urf
@JustOrdinaryPao8 ай бұрын
1. Cover yourself in oil 2. Stand outside in rain Oil floats on water so therefore you fly.
@lungangcobo25778 ай бұрын
Kyle i always come back and I think they removed his voicelines
@xianrobloxgameroblox8370Күн бұрын
Yeah in his last YT Video he said that he is disconnecting IITPP
@lordtea76889 ай бұрын
Why do i feel the original Deus Ex vibes here?
@Black377389 ай бұрын
Sir Its Looks Liek our Core turn Into A cat? AND THEN THE TEMPERATURE IS GOING DOWN we need to Evacu- gets eaten by cat
@Blake-notlocated9 ай бұрын
“Morning’s Dusk” - William Gamble There in the deep morning’s in its freezing dawn, Where such morning feels like one’s such mind shivering from a midnight storm; From the one’s such uneased mind, Through such morning rise. Where eve follows past dawn lies That chill and warmth in one’s deepest heart; Where that deepest heart follows its such memories, There lies the still fading darkness through one’s such memories. There lies past that eve’s rise, Lies such deepest dusk; Where that deepest dusk lies rising upon one’s feet, There lies the ease of a midnight’s breeze, In the deepest uneased would fade; There lies in one’s deepest unease, From the moon and the stars that lies upon one’s eye’s, Where one’s darkest memories may lie. There lies in the deepest unease of dusk; There lies the moon and the stars that lies upon one’s eye’s, That lies to ease one’s mind through one’s such midnight’s breeze…
@JustOrdinaryPao9 ай бұрын
I see that I need to turn up my mic volume lmaoo
@Blake-notlocated9 ай бұрын
“Deep severity” - William Gamble Where there lies one’s such current, That continues to scatter one’s such feeling’s; Where one’s such current would rip one’s such tides. There lies deep from one’s mind, The deteriorating from one’s dullness and blue; Where that morning’s dawn rises, There lies one’s such current, That lies dragging one’s mind. That continues to scatter one’s such feeling’s; That lies within one’s deepest dullness and blue. Where there only lies one’s own sunrise, or one’s such eased mind; Within the midnight call…