This place becomes less amusing with each day.
August 6th, 2008
There is power in memory, almost as much power as there is in a name. Memories are the only source of truth that a person has and they're the only thing that truly defines someone. Yet memories can be taken, they can be brought and sold, and they can be forgotten.
I don't know what I'll remember in the future, I don't know what I'll forget. I don't know if I should seek out memories. I hate not knowing.
... the hell?
What the hell?
Red? Blue? Does somebody want to explain what's going on and how I got here?
Red? Blue? Does somebody want to explain what's going on and how I got here?
It's amazing how many curse words are used on this board.
Perhaps I should start cursing too?
Perhaps I should start cursing too?