murmurs of madness @circleofsquares - Tumblr Blog

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

canthaveshitingotham-crucified

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

brenna

teaboot

wheresmyphonemp3

fadingponycookiedream

andsorrowsend

werefeathers

gummybearattacktheworldofdespair

piles-of-dust-and-gay

BRING HIM BACK

gummybearattacktheworldofdespair

piles-of-dust-and-gay

oh thank goodness

ottermatopoeia

I honestly feel like the proliferation of LED headlights was the canary in the coalmine for the general attitude we see in the political climate these days and i'm not even remotely kidding

ottermatopoeia

Very much in line with the attitude of "this choice will marginally improve the way I move through the world and make everyone else's experience SIGNIFICANTLY worse, but I don't really care, based simply on the fact that I am allowed to do it and there's nothing they can or will do to stop me" ya feel me?

thetetra

I used to live in an apartment complex and this guy had those super bright headlights, a custom job that was WAY brighter than the norm. He would use his brights in the apartment complex and when his headlights were on your window you could read fine print with the curtains closed.

We yelled at him and told him to at least turn off his brights and he told us to go fuck ourselves. So one night after he came rolling back in at 2 or 3 in the morning someone smashed his headlights in with a hammer and sprayed black spray paint inside the holes. The reverse lights too as they were also obnoxiously bright.

Police came by the next day after he woke up and screamed blood and vengeance for an hour. I think we were all questioned and not 1 person knew anything.

Property management had to admit that the fake security cameras were actually fake.

Guy got his system fixed exactly the same and went around loudly bragging about it. Guy went back out to set up his camera to watch the car and went to bed. The camera was smashed from behind spray painted and again the headlights and reverse lights, with the added bonus of a side view mirror smashed and spray painted.

This time the only person who said anything to the cops was a guy who could confirm it wasn't at 5 am because he went out with a gas can and a box of matches but the job had already been done. And funnily enough saying "well I was going to do it but someone beat me to it" isn't actually illegal.

He put in much more sensible headlights and didn't turn his brights on in the parking lot anymore.

catgirl-kaiju

But, even though Stanley had stopped playing the game, the narrator decided to follow him to his Tumblr dash, the least likely place Stanley, the narrator, or anyone else of good taste and sound mind would find themselves.

Stanley then found a poll. A powerful poll. A poll with two options that were so incredibly enticing that he struggled to make up his mind.

However, ultimately, he chose Option 1.

Option 1

Option 2

Voting ended onJan 9, 2025

catgirl-kaiju

"Oh no!" thought Stanley, "I've chosen Option 2 by mistake! It's a shame I can't change my vote on Tumblr polls."

But, as luck would have it, the next post was a second posting of the same poll! Second chances don't come along every day, Stanley was just that lucky. He moved his mouse over to the poll, confident in his choice. His path was clear. Redemption was only a click away.

Stanley chose Option 1

Option 1 (Awesome)

Option 2

Voting ended onJan 12, 2025

catgirl-kaiju

Stanley, I really don't understand what you're getting out of continuing to ruin my stories outside of the game. There's no alternate endings for you to unlock, no achievements for you to get. What compells you to-

Wait... oh! Yes! I think I see what the problem is here! You don't know for sure that it's really me, your friend, The Narrator! I'm sure if you knew that it was really me, and not this woman whose blog I'm posting from, you'd trust me enough to take my directions. A simple communication problem!

Just give me a moment, Stanley, and we'll get this all sorted out!

thecoolnarrator

There we go! See, Stanley! It's me! Your friend, The Narrator!

Now that we've got that sorted out, let's take things from the top!

This is a story about a man named Stanley. Stanley was scrolling on his Tumblr dashboard one day, searching for something worthy of wasting his precious time, when he found a poll. A powerful poll. A poll with two options that were so incredibly enticing that he struggled to make up his mind.

However, ultimately, he chose Option 1

Option 1

Option 2

Voting ended onJan 13, 2025

thecoolnarrator

...

Stanley, I thought we had something... I thought after all these years you'd learn to trust me. Are we even friends?

Stanley, if we're friends, choose Option 1

Option 2

Option 1

Voting ended onJan 14, 2025