Listening to Malevolent with my LoveBug. @KingZombie

Yo! I agree, its still important and very much alive. TTS aren't the best to read things with. And I also learn better in braille than TTS. https://caneandable.social/@gocu54/114675972708107720

@miguelorduno6 Lol i didn't register that as a name or being the game.

@miguelorduno6 is it cosmic rage? I know what that game is if its that, I've played it and still play it from time to time.

@moo @miguelorduno6 what game is this?

Lol https://mstdn.social/@lowqualityfacts/114314267407210171

“Why wouldn’t the shrimp share his treasure? Because he was a little shellfish.”

— Unknown

@miguelorduno6 Yeah, that makes sense I'm saying that it really sucks and suggesting ways to work around issues. Hopefully he brings it back up.

@danestange Who do you mean by the same crew, and yes still live in your state with My Husband To Be. And feeling tired today. That's good that your more relaxed.

@Kaliah Firstly, there may be ways to work around creeps bothering people. Secondly, he could've appointed a head of staff that is trustworthy. Thirdly, he could've just kept it up, not fixing things because I was fine with things crashing, or he could've even put up an older, less breaky version. For people to relax on and enjoy. He wouldn't need to use any energy. I think it’s important to have an open mind instead of just accepting that there's no way to help solve the problem. And in regards to the lifeline, it wasn't keeping me alive; it was helpful. The experience of the game was relaxing and allowed me to explore and express myself. As well as it was nature-themed, not just everyone shooting all the time. You could just relax on the game or build, or shoot animals. And there's no game like that. Especially as good as he made it.

@danestange That's interesting I was curious about what you've been posting so I've been looking at them for a while right now. And depending what time you woke up I might've been looking at them. My life is better, not perfect but also not completely bad. how are you today?

@danestange Yeah, I don't get it either. Why people say I'm cool. I ask which helps. Hope your doing well. Love Wins All!

Launchpad beat 2.

For those of us who loved STW, that game was more than just a game. It was a place where I could be myself—genuinely, safely. STW was one-of-a-kind. I don’t know if others can relate exactly, but when I played it, I didn’t feel stressed. And if I was stressed, I could go into the game and cut my character, build things, or just explore. It was a way to breathe. I felt safe.

And Sam, you took that away.

I understand that you were going through something hard, feeling depressed, and maybe overwhelmed. I get it. But did you stop to ask how the game made us feel? Did you even consider that you could’ve just left it up—even broken—as a still, quiet world for us to return to?

You made a choice that impacted more than just you. You took down a place that, for some of us, was a lifeline when our real lives weren’t. That hurts.

I’m saying this not out of hate, but because I cared. I still do. #STW #AudioGames #Blind #Oneofakind #SurviveTheWild #SafeSpace

Poem: Quiet BPD (Free verse) Every day, the world feels muddy.
No light, just all foggy.
When my bare feet hit the floor,
I wonder—what am I even here struggling for?

I have my love.
But sometimes I just feel decayed.
Love is in me—
and a lot of times, I feel free.
But the weight of BPD
constantly hits me.

@JessicaTegner I just tried be my AI and it appears they've updated it since it actually worked. I tried it in the past and it didn't used to work for certain images. It used to say it contains adult or inappropriate content. Do you know when they updated it? The service that I was using, which resulted in my original post was ChatGPT.

Here's another one, hope everyone enjoys. Float. You float in your head, in the sea, in the pool. There are lots of different ways to float. If you have a life jacket. If your in an air mmattriss then your going to float. But only for a little while. Floating in your head isn't always the best. Especially if your begining to sink. Sink, and sink in your own innerworld. Slowly coming deeper and deeper down to the darkest depths of your inner world. You may want to die, or begin to get yourself out and climb, climb climb up to the very top until your floating. Floating just enough to see yourself again. Its worth the climb. Its worth the hard struggles you face because your finally back to the top.

Another piece wrote a while ago. Hope you all enjoy!
I'm like a block with four legs, i am sat at, sat on, and am ate on. I'm not alive. I'm furniture. I'm cold, warm, wood, metal. I'm atoms made together by a human. My object was made with different parts. I'm square, circle, tall, short. Anything in between. I'm a table that has no purpose to live but a purpose to just stand. I love my job. I help people eat together i help people place something down, its not the floor that you would like to eat on, its me, a table that is freely able to be used at anytime. I love my life, just standing here, helping out whoever needs help. I'm hear for any human or animal. I'm a helping hand. I love my job, because i help anyone in this world and am free.

This is something I wrote a while ago. Hope you all enjoy...
Tick tock the time flies by. It flies because of me. I'm a clock, and i tick tock. I tell and make time. The hours, seconds, minutes. I choose to let people die. Because i'm the time. I tell it, i see it, i be it, i move it. Its me, the clock you see. Ticking and tocking. All the way to your death. I'm invincible. I'm days, weeks nights, months, years. Hours, minutes, seconds. I'm the clock you see on the walls. The thing that keeps ticking all night long. I'm the clock that you look at. Nonstop. Your the looker, and i take your soul. Within a blink, your gone from existence. I take you, you look at me, and all the time in your life goes by. When you blink next time, your taken and dead. Forever unable to come back. You stop looking at me. I'm living freely and your dead. Because you never stoped to think, why and what will happen if i keep looking at the time. At the clock on my dash, on the wall, on my wrist. I can tell you, You. Will. Die.