Got too silly

No shutdown

Self destruct

(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…

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…

Woah the old acg video thanks

You are using xbox

And how did you get that card?

Cassie is so big, i expirenc3d it myself

WHAT!? I GOT IT WITHOUT DOING THAT BALONEY

13:26 my brain when i see brainrot

Hey I need to thank you for something you did recently, can I get your discord?

cant use my pc now .😭😭💀💀 (the ohio meme is dead)

Furries + core games = mainly chaos

Win in🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳

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

PROTOCOL NOT PROTOCAL NOT PROTOCALL

Thanks for playing Pao, I'm surprised I didn't see this earlier

Hi

does it go that high?

what does cassie stand for?

Xbox lookin hd

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.

How do I do core shut down

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

how to get

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…

What does Protocol C.A.S.S.I.E. do?

Protocol.

Put it in startercharacterscripts

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Oddly got this in my recommendations , not bad

The event that kicks everybody is "omega hypernova", so it overtakes all other events

11:55 *its just a prank bro*

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…

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…

*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…

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…

does anyone see the power lasers??? they're bugged out a lot :/

how to fly in urf

Kyle i always come back and I think they removed his voicelines

Why do i feel the original Deus Ex vibes here?

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

“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…

I see that I need to turn up my mic volume lmaoo

“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…