Every morning I wake up and say "God I hope this my last day", which is kind of ironic considering I don't believe in God. He us a part of our imagination. Sorry if that offends you but that is the truth and the truth often offends the weak. YesI will I'm calling you weak. You're hanging on to something people imagined thousands of years ago because they couldn't bear to think that the great human race is out here all alone. So we made up something to make us feel like we have a purpose but of course, we don't. We are here and then we are not, what you choose to do on between is up to you. I'm choosing to wake up hoping to god that I get to leave this place sooner than the others. If there was a god, he is gone now, and i will be too.
Every time I write a fable here, I feel great. I can think about topics and subjects for them, I can write whatever I like. No one cares if I write a poem, story or fact file. I feel elated that I found 420fables, I can choose an idea and write about it freely. I have always enjoyed creating stories and freewrites. I've never realised how much fun it is to test the waters and be imaginative. I am free like a bird, I can fly wherever I want-in my dreams and fantasies. Paris, London, Washington DC, Bangkok...I can visit capital cities, countries that I've never seen before. Life surprises me every day but in the end, I choose my path.
Rainbow Island. A place just for me to relax. It has my dream place, home, castle, shops and school. I can be free there whenever I want. My friends care about me and always enjoy arranging play-dates and meet-ups. There's always life in RI. I've only told 2 of my friends about my fictional paradise, just for us. They have characters there, mine is Celeste Sparkle. I love all the colours and shades in the rainbow, I really do. Sometimes I feel elated, joyful and sometimes I feel sad, sorrowful in the real world but in RI I'm always happy. My feelings change constantly but no matter what, I'm always positive, optimistic, open-minded. I love the unpredictability of life-you never know what will happen next...RAINBOWS!!!
As you know I've been a little inactive on 420fables.com recently. That's because I'm losing ideas and inspiration so I thought I should take a break from freewriting for a little bit...
Well here I am writing. Art Journaling is one of my favourite hobbies at the moment. It lets you create unique pages within one book and you will never lose a page. It lets you creatively express your feelings-you can write a quote, how you're feeling. You can tell a story with doodles and colours. Choose your path, what direction you want to take. Do you pick pastel or neon colours? Black and white VS Colourful? Who knows...I love doodling, drawing, colouring and writing together. You can mindlessly create an image on the page. There are no instructions to follow just your heart...
Walking through what I assume to be the Phobos Labs was quite the unnerving experience, even with all the other shit going on here. Demonic aberrations strung up on dissection tables or suspended in tanks full of formaldehyde (still alive too!) with tubes all over their bodies.
Ran into a pack of the nasty pink critters, they seemed hungry so I fed them some rockets, even after the garish feast they were working on before I interrupted.
Picked up a prototype x390 Chaingun from one of the weapons labs, hurls death at 1000 rounds a minute. Glad the new matter compression backpacks finally work correctly else all this shit would be heavy.
More demonic symbols everywhere, blood painting the walls and mixing with the slime vats. Saw a room that looked like a human meat locker with grisly cadavers hanging from the ceiling and the Bony Brown Shit-Stains going to town on them. They made good practice for the Chaingun.
Found another blue sphere and some weird blue armor. It's lighter than my green combat jacket and has the same bluish color as the sphere. It seems pretty sturdy and my current jacket is shot anyways.
I'm working my way towards what a lot of the PDAs I've found refer to as the anomaly. Maybe there I can find some answers. Whoever is commanding these hellspawn has a rendezvous with my boot, the location, their ass.