fuck easy Jet for giving me 20kg on my way here and 15 on my return. It is 20GBP PER KILO if you're over so I had to pack my backpack with 5kg of stuff.

Also fuck Basel Security for confiscating my cane, taking no notice of me when I was trying to close my bag for 20 minutes after they emptied it

Doom guy is a fidget man and in software can't resist dunking him in Nickelodeon slime every chance they get. It happens twice in eternal and like six times in the dark ages

They found me!!!

Can you find me?

I am going to #gamescom !!
Silly people in my phone come and meet me if you're in Germany this week!

Finally got my memories wall up in my new place.

I'll be moving out of this room again soon but it's important to reflect no matter how ephemeral the phase you're in

It's very personal but I hope someone enjoys looking at what makes me myself

She tries to mimic the burning cigarette. She longs to feel their emotions as her own, she sees the dancing flame as her smile. Its as close as she can get with no mouth, a message more complex than Morse code is written in the flickering flame

She can light up but we all know robots can't feel.

She arose shortly after with a shock! She awoke to rats feasting on what was left of her supplies. She frantically chased them off but the damage was already done. They had chewed through all she had. The whole bag was riddled with holes gnawed by their diseased teeth as tiny pink tails ran off

The village was empty, she sought sanctuary in the one place it was guaranteed. In the house of God, but a lady of the night is not welcome there. She will be cut off from her dreams until the storm is over. As panic faded, drowsiness returned, her mind drifted away once more but she had no dreams

She awakens. Dazed and confused, a storm is upon her. For a moment she was soothed by the chill snow but it swiftly became suffocating. It chews at her nose, her helmet can't protect her, she swings her pack over her shoulder as she runs to the nearest village, memories of her mistress fading fast

Inside she yearns for the Lady of the Night, pining over her lost love in her mind over and over again. Every night she is visited in her dreams; Her Lady comes draped in black singing songs of devotion. She promises their lips will meet again but she is always snatched away by the jaws of reality

Her breath forms clouds in the frigid air, each exhale a lament.A chill runs over her, not from the cold, but from the weight of her mission. She is a knight, yes, but also a soul determined to defy death itself. Inside she feels a hunger deep within, one her pack could not sate even if it were full

I want a wizard that thinks he can do magic when he can't. Like he thinks he can cast a spell to make you fall over, the spell requires you to tie their shoelaces together, or he can cure any minor disease... By taking antibiotics for a week

When you think about it voices are so beautiful. Your words come from next to your heart, piece by piece the words take shape, passing through your throat until warm air leaves your lips filled with tiny parts of your thoughts. What a wonderful process!

Her other hand wrapped in silk, only fingertips exposed to the biting cold.
Though they may be numb on the outside, within they are warm, remembering every touch, yearning for the warmth of her beloved master. A lady of the night,

She feels the weight on her back dragging her down. Singing a secret

A lady's boots trudge through the snow. Weary from her long travels, supplies run thin but her back still aches from the weight of her blade. She keeps one hand clad in heavy iron, strong enough to punch through the helm of any bandit, but the other hand wrapped in a silk fingerless glove

Guys, this is a friendly reminder to always wash your whites separately

Try to not let one cruel voice drown out a dozen kind ones.

I straight up thought I dreamed those knee surgery memes. I thought they weren't real until I saw one just now

I think this is the first time I've gotten onto a site early enough to actually procure the Kekstar tag without the need for numbers at the end. What a special time this is!