Gravedigger/Groundskeeper/Etc
Photographer
Ex-streamer
Writer (by degree,and rarely)
I do funny voices
ORD -> WI transplant living outside MKE.
🪦⚰️I dig graves
🎶I post a lot of music
🎧Coheed | The Dear Hunter | Circa Survive
📸Photographer sometimes
📽Anime and Horror movies
🐈🐈⬛ I post my cats
🎮 I post game content occasionally
🌿 "Enthusiast"
this is the first time it’s been called for since the 1940s
this is the first time it’s been called for since the 1940s
I DO have loved ones in Saint Paul. ALL of my loved ones. They're terrified. Fuck you.
Thank you to everyone who made this marathon possible, and to all of you for your amazing generosity & support!!
See you all next time at #SGDQ2026!!
We are SO BACK!!!!!!!
Thank you to everyone who made this marathon possible, and to all of you for your amazing generosity & support!!
See you all next time at #SGDQ2026!!
We are SO BACK!!!!!!!
Then I see them coming after me
And they're following me across the sea
And now they're stinging my friends and my family
And I don't know why this is happening
But I'll do what I want, I'll do what I please
I'll do it again 'til I've got what I need
Then I see them coming after me
And they're following me across the sea
And now they're stinging my friends and my family
And I don't know why this is happening
But I'll do what I want, I'll do what I please
I'll do it again 'til I've got what I need
But then the scene got too rigid
It was a mob mentality
They set their rifle sights on me
Narrow visions of autonomy
You wanted me to surrender my identity
I was a teenage anarchist
The revolution was a lie
But then the scene got too rigid
It was a mob mentality
They set their rifle sights on me
Narrow visions of autonomy
You wanted me to surrender my identity
I was a teenage anarchist
The revolution was a lie
Whose flame is the imprisoned lightning.
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore; send these, the hopeless, temptest-tossed, to me.
Whose flame is the imprisoned lightning.
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore; send these, the hopeless, temptest-tossed, to me.
Tried out Shadows of Doubt. Immersive as hell but gets buggy with all the procedurally done stuff.
Spent some time with Brotato and God of Weapons, repicks on sale for ps5 not pc this time.
Started the SH2 Remake
Started a NG+ on FF mode for FFXVI
Tried out Shadows of Doubt. Immersive as hell but gets buggy with all the procedurally done stuff.
Spent some time with Brotato and God of Weapons, repicks on sale for ps5 not pc this time.
Started the SH2 Remake
Started a NG+ on FF mode for FFXVI
Want to finish it tomorrow.
Only 3 trophies left.
Might try to finish up Carrion after. Only took 2 hours.
Then who knows what.
Want to finish it tomorrow.
Only 3 trophies left.
Might try to finish up Carrion after. Only took 2 hours.
Then who knows what.
Tried leaving this morning and almost slide right through the road into the neighbors ditch across the way.
Decided no going to work and then pulling back in almost slid through my parking space into a tree.
Called work. Fuck all that.
Tried leaving this morning and almost slide right through the road into the neighbors ditch across the way.
Decided no going to work and then pulling back in almost slid through my parking space into a tree.
Called work. Fuck all that.
It reminded of how much I want to be a dad.
I'm 39 with no partner.
I work hard. I save. I love.
I miss being loved. I miss being needed/wanted. I miss being touched.
Shit sucks
It reminded of how much I want to be a dad.
I'm 39 with no partner.
I work hard. I save. I love.
I miss being loved. I miss being needed/wanted. I miss being touched.
Shit sucks
My degree, miles away, collapses its standing folded self closed and hurtles its way towards me
"Oh...not that kind of story teller?"
I lower my hand as my degree,midair, takes out a Honda Odyssey on I-94 to begin its trek back home.
My degree, miles away, collapses its standing folded self closed and hurtles its way towards me
"Oh...not that kind of story teller?"
I lower my hand as my degree,midair, takes out a Honda Odyssey on I-94 to begin its trek back home.