Where is the Blacksmith!?

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A Sad Truth

I think it’s time to admit a very sad truth. With one of our members having already left, and myself no longer enjoying writing these prompts, this blog has officially lived its life. Hopefully there are some of you who still find joy and comfort in reading these prompts, I know I do. But at this point in time I will be officially making this statement.  Markiplierprompts is permanently out of commission.  The run was fun guys.

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Can you do a fic touching on Mark's past abuse with his old girlfriend? When you guys write again?

I really, really don’t mean to sound rude, but.. uh, what the fuck?

That’s a serious personal subject that no one has a right to write a fanfic about. No.

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noooooo ;A; i love this blog i dont want it to die

;A; 

I’m sorry. I for one haven’t been comfortable with writing reader x lately. I’ve been working on other things (still trashy markiplier fic haaaaaa) and I’d love to contribute since I also love this blog. :/

I know at the least that Luna also has no inspiration to write for the blog at the moment, either. I can’t really speak for the other two mods.

I’m sorry D:

-Squirrel

edit: Luna here. As of late I have had little time to write. Between work, studying (lol i can call gaming studying now)for work, being productive around the house (lol chores) and other various coming ups, I’ve just been utterly busy. I’ll try to get back into writing for you guys again when things get more steady on my end. <3

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Are you guys on Archive of our Own? Cause stories from this blog are popping up over there on someone's profile.

Yes, I’m putting up the ones that I’ve written over there. - Squirrel

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For The Future

You and Mark had spent the entire day out. 

From going to get ice cream on the pier to hitting the local theater for a movie, which you remember very little of. The whole day had been fun and games, which was always the case with Mark. For a few years now, you two had been dating, you two even started putting your money together to save for a new car for you. At first you didn’t have any clue who he was; with no internet access and all it wasn’t easy for you to watch YouTube videos. You had also been working two jobs and still found yourself amazed at how you managed to make time for him. You did though, and every moment was worth it. There were times you two just sat on the couch and watch a movie, to times like today where you spent the whole day out. Your feet were sore but Mark had told you on the way back to his apartment that the day wasn’t over yet. It had confused you, left you wondering what else he could have planned. As you walked through the threshold of his apartment he finally let you know. “Remember that dress you have in my closet? The one you wore to dinner on our first date?” You nodded at his question and tilted your head. “Put that on, we’re going out to dinner.” Confusion washed over you and he must have noticed because a sly smile crossed his lips. You narrowed your eyes but made your way to his bedroom where you grabbed your dress and the pair of shoes that went with it. You kept them their because they were nice, something you didn’t want your shitty roommates thinking they could borrow or pawn off. They meant a lot to you. Once you had them in hand, you stole the bathroom away from Mark, kicking him out into the hallway while he laughed. As soon as the door was closed, you looked at the counter. You didn’t understand why you didn’t just live with him. There was an extra toothbrush, a set of hair styling tools that were all worth a decent penny, and various other bathroom products. It was basically a second home to you, or a home in general. Nearly all your spare time was spent here. It never took you long to get ready. The longest part of your bathroom time was trying to tame the ends of your hair into sleek curls and not the frizzy mess they normally were. You sat on the edge of the tub and buckled your shoes around your ankles before standing to straighten out your dress. When you looked in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. Your casual attire was scrubs from working in the hospital or that basic black t-shirt and jeans from the coffee shop. Neither were flattering but this showed off all your curves and left you feeling rather good about yourself. The feeling was instantly diminished when you left the bathroom and nearly slammed into Mark. He was in a stunning black two piece suit, a white shirt and a dark royal purple tie that matched your dress. His hair, though on the longer side, was combed back and tamed for the most part. He had no product in it and that left you wanting to comb your fingers through it. Part of you had a feeling you might not make it to dinner tonight after all. You knew your feet could use the rest. “God you’re beautiful.” The soft tone in his voice had your stomach flipping with anxious butterflies. The heat on your cheeks told you that you were blushing pretty badly. While tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears, you looked away and at the wall. The only thing that had your attention shooting back to Mark was his thumb on your chin. He had lifted your head so you had to face him. “An now you are divine.” His lips silenced you from saying anything in argument as they pressed against yours. “We’re gonna be late, lets go.” He placed a hand on the small of you back as the two of you left the apartment. Just like the first dinner date you two had gone on, he pulled into the parking lot of the local steakhouse and parked the car. He even opened the door for you and held out his hand. Two years didn’t do anything for your size, his hand still dwarfed yours. Your mind was racing with the days events. Everything you two had done so far had seemed utterly random. However, with dinner he had to have this planned. This steakhouse required a reservation in advance and had a general waitlist of a week. You could only imagine how long Mark actually had this reservation setup. It was your two year anniversary after all. Once seated, the two of you ordered and enjoyed the atmosphere. With no talk of your jobs and only talk of the future, you two enjoyed each others company. Dinner had come and gone before you knew it. Mark had excused himself to the bathroom and you took that time to make sure everything was in order. Your make up was fine, there was nothing in your teeth, no missed calls from work. When you spotted him again, he was talking to one of the waiters and it had you a little bit concerned. “What was that about?” You nodded back at the waiter and he chuckled as he sat down. “Just recognized me from my video’s is all.” Even though you two had been dating for two years, you never got use to people recognizing him. It was still a foreign thing to you. He always handled things so casually and calmly, no embarrassment or anything. He really was an amazing and nice guy. “Your dessert ma’am.” The waiters voice shocked you back into the present and you looked up at him a little disorientated. “I didn’t order any dessert.” Your brows had pinched together, you could tell. You forced them to relax and he smiled down at you while sliding the slice of cheesecake in front of you. “It’s on the house. Enjoy.” With that, he stepped away and you gazed up at Mark in confusion. He was simply smiling at you, his chin resting on his laced fingers and his elbows on the table. “You gonna eat that?” He questioned as he looked at you. there was something about the look in his eyes that unnerved you. It wasn’t a bad thing but it had your adrenaline pumping, that much was for sure. You could already feeling the sweat start to form on the nape of your neck. “Y-yeah.” You looked down at the dessert and noticed the mint leaf. You weren't super fond of that and Mark knew that, so it couldn’t have been him that ordered it. You were sure of it. When you lifted the leaf your heart nearly stopped. You felt it palpitate out of control, hammering against your ribcage. On the top of another, smaller leaf was a silver ring, placed so delicately and perfectly that you could tell exactly what it was for. “Mark?” You hiccuped his name so softly you thought he wasn’t going to hear you at first. When you looked up at him, he wasn’t in his seat but instead was kneeling on one knee, next to you. “Mark wha-” “I know that it’s only been two years.” He inhaled deeply. “But in those two years, you have made me the happiest man alive. Your smile is something I look forward to everyday. Your hugs leave me feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Each day is a new experience, a new adventure with you and I find myself growing quickly addicted to the feeling. I don’t want to miss a single day with you and I want you to know that. I love you, every single part of you and I always will.” The tears were already sliding down your cheeks as you looked down at him. “Will you marry me?” Your throat constricted and all you could do was nod before you leaned forward and tumbled into his arms. He stood up and lifted you with him, keeping his strong arms wrapped around you. “I love you, so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His voice was a soft whisper that caressed your ear. “I will, I do… I mean yes. I love you too.” You mind was such a jumbled mess that you were already saying I do as if it was your wedding. Before you knew it there were soft claps sounding from behind you. Your attention whipped around and you saw that the whole steakhouse had seen your interaction. You quickly brushed away your tears and gave a nervous laugh. Mark took a hold of your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger. You hadn’t even noticed him grab it. The ring felt perfect on your finger, like it had been missing all your life.

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My Ghost

You always knew things would end up wrong. 

You knew that nothing was always as good as it seemed. For weeks now Mark had been acting strange. One sentence rang in your head like a storm siren. His words echoed, chipping away at the walls you have built to keep yourself strong. He was locked up in his room recording more often now. It was like he was trying to avoid you. 

“I’m no good for you.” You hiccuped a silent sob. “Thats not true! You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me!” Another hiccuped sob as your hands worked furiously to pack your bag. “You don’t understand. I’m no good for you.” You were in the bathroom clutching the sides of the stand alone sink, knuckles white. Two years. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” You looked up into the mirror. The sight had you breaking into tears again, but you remained still and silent. You could hear Mark screaming in fright in his computer room. “Exactly what it sounds like. I’m. No. Good. For. You.” You shoved most of your toiletries into your go bag, letting them clutter in a messy heap. With bleary eyes, you tried to close the bag. Marks sudden silence had your rushing to get your hoodie on. You fingers fumbled with the zipper until you finally got the ends lined up. You flipped your hood up and grabbed your bag. “Thats bullshit! Two years into our relationship and suddenly you think you’re no good? What the fuck, Mark?” You remembered the look on his face; stoic. It was almost like he didn’t care. Maybe he really was no good for you. It didn’t stop you from trying, metaphorically tugging at his sleeve for his attention. He didn’t say anything after that, just turned his back on you and went back to playing his game. It was like he wasn’t the man you met two years ago. You had started packing your bag to get the hell out of there before he said or did something that broke your heart even more. You could pick up the pieces now, put them back together after some time. Anything further than this though, you’d be picking up the pieces for years to come, unable to heal, to cope. Your hand was on the front door knob when you heard his door open. “Babe?” His voice was calm, collected like that fight never happened. “Babe?” There was a little more panic this time. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to be sneaky about it. Hell, you almost slammed it. If he was so sure about not being good for you, then you would find better. Liar. You shook your head as the voice inside of it sneered at you. You were unlocking the trunk to your car when You heard his voice again. “Hey!” You look up at him and narrowed your eyes. Pain and worry contorted his face into something nearly unrecognizable. Sure, now he felt bad that you were actually walking out on him. “Whats with the bag? Where are you going?” Worry was laced thick in his voice. You kept silent, not trusting your voice right now. One crack and your stern, emotionless mask, would break. You unlocked the drivers door and slipped in. “Babe!” He called out to you, finally rushing down the porch. He wasn’t even halfway to you when you started backing out of the driveway. You kept your head turned back until you hit the street. One last look at him. Bad idea. The look on his face slapped you across the face. You turned away quickly and hit the gas, tired squealing their protest against the pavement for a split second. Your taillights would be the last thing he saw until the moving truck pulled in.

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Hey, just wondering, are you guys going to continue How Do You Want Me? I just found it and I really love it. But it's cool if you're not for whatever reasons.

I do plan on working on HDYWM again. As of Late I have been busy with family and work so I’ve had a hard time finding time to actually sit down and pick up writing. I promise it’s not discontinued, I’m just very slow >.<-Luna

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I really hate you.

You hadn’t been camping since you were about 10, and in the Girl Scouts.

Honestly , you had no real desire to ever go again. It wasn’t so much getting dirty,or anything like that, but more so the fact that there was always someone complaining about being cold, or getting bugs in their sleeping bags. It just isn't your scene anymore. But your best friend had gotten a small group of people to go out to the middle of the woods and just be teenagers again. So, what the heck? Good times with good friends (maybe? You haven’t met half of them actually.). But you needed a break from work, and this was a good way to do it.

So group met up at your friends house, all bustling and laughing, while you just kind of did your whole thing in the front seat of the large van that you would be taking to the campgrounds.Then you realized who was sitting behind you. Why did she invite him? She knew you hated him. You felt your heart beat pick up. Mark had pretty much picked in you for your entire school career. It was nothing major, but just enough to make you miserable. You were now sure your face was beet red with anger. Just calm down. you'll be fine.

The constant chatter continued into the woods. You slid in and out of consciousness because it was way too early to be up and in a car. “We’re here!” The sudden movement and slamming of car doors jolted you out of your half sleep. Your friend immediately started giving jobs to everyone. She shoved a small bag into your arms. “You and Mark are in charge of the fire,” and with that she was off to the next set of tasks.

The man gave a short cough. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He smiled pretty much the biggest smile that you had ever seen. You scoff and turn on your heel to start looking for wood “Alright, first we need to make a small fire pit.” Well, he obviously knew what he doing . He started to gather small boulders and put them in a circle in the middle of the campsite. Wow, he was attractive. Wait, what? “Okay, then I’ll start gathering the wood.” He gave a small nod with a smile.

You collected sticks and small branches along with some tinder.

You came back with your stash and started to build the fire as Mark finished up the pit. “Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt, but those branches are too thick, they’re not going to burn.” You had just spent the last hour collecting these sticks and you sure as hell were not going back  into the woods. “Look, the sun is going down, we don’t have time to get more wood. Let’s just make  due, Mark.” You suggested while tucking your hair behind your ear, while still building the tipi. “Look, it’s not going to work! Trust me, I’m an engineer, I think I know what I’m doing, lady.” He snatched the satchel from you and headed off into the sunset.

“We’ll be fine, Mark!” You could feel the blood flowing to your face again. “Mark!” You tried to catch him, but he was already lost in the darkness. “Mark!” You called after him angrily. “Goddammit , we could have just kept it the RIGHT way and we wouldn’t have had this issue!” You saw his silhouette. You ran to catch up with him.

“Listen here you moth-” He turned to cut you off.  “Look, you’re just really pretty and I really don’t think that we could make a fire with those thick sticks and I really didn’t wanna make you mad anymore. Even though you’re really cute when your mad, so I thought I would just do it myself so you didn’t have to wonder out in the forest alone, and I’m sorry and-” He couldn’t find anymore words. “No, I’m sorry- I should have just listened and helped you…” He ran his fingers through his hair. You held your hand out ,and he accepted happily. “It looks like you already have what we need, so let’s just get back before it gets too dark.” You smiled at him, and he returned it happily.

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UM HELLO CAN I JUST ASK oNE QUICK THING IS THE ORIGAMI PROMT BASED ON THE GAME TO THE MOON BY KAN GAO. THE FORGETTING AND THE ILLNESS AND THE CLIFF SI DE HOuSE IM sorry it's just it seems really familiar ;;;

Yes, it is, I’m sorry I didn’t see your ask earlier. The person requested a prompt based on To The Moon. It’s such a great game!

-A

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Get Well Soon!

You had been sick with the flu for two days now. And still you felt about dead. Your manager even told you to take all the time you needed to recuperate. Snot was draining out of your nose and your throat was closed up.

  There were dark bags underneath your droopy eyes. The flu medicine knocked you out for about 10 hours a night, but you had been awake during the day. Even if you could sleep, Mark’s screaming would wake you up.

  Fingers poked at your tummy. “Wakey wakey.”, a deep voice cooed.

  “Wha- What time is it?”

  Your voice was like molasses in your throat. You coughed the phlegm away and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

  “It’s 6…”, Mark cleared his throat, “PM…”

  You sighed into your hands and pushed hair out of your face. Then a scent caught your attention.

  “Chicken and dumpling soup? That’s my favorite!”, you asked as Mark brought a tray over to the coffee table, next to the sofa you had been living on during the time you were sick.

  “Yeah, I thought you might like it… Then maybe some Minecraft?” He asked sitting down beside you.

  The bowl was hot as you picked it up. “Yeah, that sounds great.”, you remarked as you took a big bite of the soup. Mhhmmm. Just the way mom used to make it.

  Mark loaded up the game and waited for you to finish your soup.

  The warmth of the soup made you want to fall back asleep, but you could stay up for a little bit longer. You played for about thirty minutes before the sleepiness caught up with you.

“Mark, I’m tired.”, you said as you curled up into his lap.

“Alright, I’ll put on a movie and you can fall asleep… Does Across The Universe sound good?”, he asked, stroking your back.

You nodded as the touch sent a small shiver down your spine.

Mark started to rub your back and hum along with the songs that were playing.

His voice and touch lulled you into the perfect sleep.

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Thank you for ripPING MY HEART OUT WITH THE LAST FIC, WHAT THE HELL DUDES? Also it was very good, but goddamn.

Thank you and that’s exactly what I’m here for! (ಠ⌣ಠ)

- Ness

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Thanks

Mark was sitting across from you, smiling.

  The employee who had brought you your food smiled back at him, setting down the plates. When she glanced at you for a moment, smiling, you flashed a small smile.

  ”Thank you”, you said.

  ”Enjoy your meal”, she said before leaving your table. Her gaze lingered on Mark for a bit. Well, you couldn’t blame her for that.

  So you’re never going to tell him, are you?

  Mark’s attention was back at you again, his smile wide. ”The food arrived surprisingly early, didn’t it?” he commented as he took out his fork and knife.

  ”Well, the place isn’t that packed during this time of day”, you said back, taking out your utensils as well.

  He laughed. ”True. Not everybody goes to a restaurant during the day”.

  The food was good. Delicious, even. The conversation you had with Mark was enjoyable. The only thing that really bothered you was the conversation with your second best friend couple of nights before.

  How can you know his feelings without him saying anything?

  I know. I know. It goes without saying, doesn’t it? One sided love. That’s what this is. Nothing more. It will never be anything else.

  You should tell him, at least. You’ve got nothing to lose.

  I do. I have this to lose. The comfortable conversation. Eating together. Laughing together. The silences. Walking home side by side. Sitting in his car, singing loudly and off note. That’s too much to lose. I don’t want to. Even if it means keeping silent.

  Are you sure?

  Yeah.

  … Are you going to regret not telling him?

  Yeah.

  ”Hey”, Mark’s voice startled you. Your eyes met his.

  ”You okay?” he asked.

  ”Yeah”, you answered.

  ”Really?”

  You nodded, eager to forget about the conversation. Mark was unsure, silently gauging his need to probe further. After a couple of seconds, he broke the eye contact and focused on his food again.

  ”As I was saying, you should try out that game”, he continued, talking on and on about the games he so much loved. And that was fine. In that moment you preferred letting him fill the silence.

  Mark parked his car in front of your apartment complex.

  ”I’ll see you later, then?” he said as he pulled the handbrake on and relaxed his legs.

  It was getting dark. The sun had just set. The street lights would turn on after some time.

  ”Yeah”, you answered to him and checked that you had all your stuff with you. You zipped your bag closed and turned to look at Mark again.

  He wasn’t smiling anymore. His brow was furrowed into a concerned look.

  ”Can you tell me what’s bothering you?” he asked.

  You didn’t expect him to ask that.

  You stared at him for a moment. Letting go of your bag, you sunk into your seat.

  Silence.

  ”Can you?” he asked, voice silent.

  You shook your head a little.

  ”No?”

  You nodded.

  ”Okay”, he said. ”That’s fine”, he continued and turned away from you.

  More silence.

  The running motor shut off suddenly. Glancing at Mark, you saw his hand on the key.

  ”That’s fine”, he repeated. He sighed a little bit.

  ”But”, he started. He reached out to you with his arm, offering his hand to you. He didn’t say anything.

  Glancing between his face and his hand, you were somewhat unsure what to do.

  He motioned to give him your hand.

  When you placed your hand atop his, little reluctantly and palm to palm, he opened his mouth again.

  ”But”, he paused for a moment. ”Remember that I’m here”, he said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

  ”I’ll listen”.

  Even more silence.

  You snorted.

  ”Silly”, you said.

  ”Little bit”, he answered. He had sunk back to his seat again.

  Both of you were staring out of the window, fingers intertwined between you.

  His hand was warm.

  Lifting your hand with his, you looked at his fingers for a moment.

  ”I gotta go”, you mumbled and let go of his hand. You took your bag into your hand and opened the door.

  ”Mark”, you called his name.

  I love you.

  ”Thanks”, you said to him, smiling.

  He smiled back at you, sheepishly.

  You stepped out of the car and leaned over to look at him for a moment.

  ”See you”, you said and closed the door.

  The touch of his fingers lingered as you walked away from his car, leaving him behind.

  This is fine. This was nothing compared to losing him.

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Hello! I'm just stoping by to ask if you have any submisions left from before the break you took? Because I've sent some prompts but am not sure you ever received them...?

We have a large backlog of requests. If you want to resend your request though, go right ahead!

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Are we allowed to ask for stories? Or no? Just wondering, sorry for bothering.

Mhm! You can leave a prompt request. 

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So nsfw is out of question?

That is correct. A few months ago the subject of Mark being uncomfortable with such came up and we as the mods decided against writing anything regarding that from that point on. 

-Luna

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Luna's Story

I found Mark back in March of 2014. I was fighting a lot with my "best friend" and things were really rocky. I was slipping back into depression and I knew it, my husband knew it too. It became a very stressful time for us. It wasn't until April that I really started watching him. I lost my friend in an argument, a nasty, heated argument that ended in nothing but a bitter taste on my tongue. I remember the first video I watched was the very beginning of his Outlast play through. I loved his reactions and how confident he was. His witty remarks and foolish errors had my sides splitting. I watched the whole playlist in one sitting. Then I went back and watched more of his horror game play throughs. He brought me back up from my low without even knowing it. I posted something in the tag and he told me to keep my head up, and it worked, it was the boost I needed because I looked up to him, and I still do. Well a few days ago I got into a nasty situation with that same friend after I had forgiven her multiple times. It was abusive, it was malicious, it was nasty. In the end it didn't work out, and for the second time, Mark lifted me back up, but most importantly it was the markiplites with their wonderful images from Pax, and their stories that are helping me through this currently as I am still recovering.  I write prompts for this blog not to make Mark uncomfortable, but because its the only thing I really have confidence in doing. I don't have confidence in my art, I don't have money to meet him. So I do what I do best, I write. As we love Mark, and Mark loves us, I love you guys as well.

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Artistic-shell's stories.

(before i start, yes this may be published :] ) hello! hello! I would like to tell you about my experience. it’s kind of like two experiences really, well the first one is just a short thing. about 3 years ago I had to have back surgery because of scoliosis, I had the worst condition my spine was at a 70 degree curve and in a week that it took to see my doctor again it went to 80, and at the time I had no idea of the gaming world on YouTube but for the month that I had to stay in bed in had my laptop set up beside me on a little folding table, so while looking for something to watch other than sappy videos about old cartoons I loved, I stumbled apon random youtubers and mark was one. I sort of left, not being to into watching others play games and me get no feeling from the game. so a while later, about a year and almost a half ago, I found him while looking at a game. it was nevermind and I scrolled down and saw him and was like ‘wow! he looks so familiar’ and so I watched it and loved it. so, when i’m in pain and can’t bare it I take an ibuprofen and then lay down and watch his videos and I soon forget the pain. I later became evolved in the community and slowly loved him more and watched almost all the videos up until now.

now my second experience is not as happy but still it was wonderful. this one is from about a little less than a year ago, my friend had to leave for personal reasons, I will not say in this, but she had to leave the state and planned on not coming back for a while. the last few days she was still here she stayed with me for a while and then had me and her other very best friend at her house and I tried my very best to not cry and in that moment I didn’t but later after I left her house and gotten back to mine and into my room, I was sobbing so I pulled out my phone and went onto tumblr and started going through the markiplier tag. after a bit, I had calmed down and I laid in my bed and just played mark’s videos until I fell asleep smiling. then each day after she had left my heart hurt just a bit more until she could talk to me while I was at school. while that was making me feel better, mark was helping me too. through each video I watched I felt better and better and soon that month felt like it just flew by and with the help of mark I was able to make myself feel better and she then came back and my happiness shot up, I was still watching his videos almost everyday and knowing he is always believing in each and everyone of his fans makes me feel great.

I just want to say thank you mark, you will always be close to my heart and in my thoughts. I would also like to tell you that me and my friend are thinking of starting a gaming channel. we were inspired by you and thank you so much that you could have so much influence in our lives and especially my life and how I think of my self and just everything.

thank you.