#prelude?

[hazelbeth95-blog]

“So go on and scream Scream at me I'm so far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe I can't keep going under.” - Going Under by Evanescence  

[dilnare-region]

Hello World

In the beginning there was a Word document. And I saw that it was empty, so I filled it with bullet points, fleshed out conversation shrapnels that came to me in dreams and shower stalls, vague ideas about events, and a general direction for the fan region, while generously ignoring the last 300 years of actual irish history, and instead I added some cliff notes about the Ulster Cycle, a transcript of "History Summarized: Ireland" by Overly Sarcastic Productions, pages upon pages of Wikipedia articles and condensed tourist informations to various irish places. Then came characters which soon developed their own lives, which I took as a good sign. The Evil Team™ was inspired by MandJTV's YouTube video "My Pokémon Evil Team - Team Pixie Dust" If I post anything pixelart, please always assume that the tilesets and sprites come from at least 3 different sources, most of which I don't remember anymore, as I seldomly pixel myself. I just stamp away with pre-existing sprites until the pictures is acceptable.

Also, the region was made to fit three player characters (tabletop campaign compatible), so some things come in triplicate: gym leaders, rivals, etc.

[loveniatara]

Sands

Please bury me beneath the sand. I’ve always wanted to become it, I’ve been jealous of its smug comfort. The ocean always come back. Even deserts end in water; in life. A fine blend of filth and wealth; opposing elements becoming indistinguishable… uncharacterized; enthralling. I want the wind to take me in the smallest increments possible; so I may dissolve beyond perception and pain. I long to be the soothing comfort at twilight; the daring push between fear and high tide. I need to be the scorching reminder at noon that I will always be closer than the sun; my fury not unlike it. I must teem with life a gem to those who explore first and understand second, who love last. I am between you and gravity; though it always wins, I am the fine grained layer of opulence that let’s you forget. I must be the ignorant bliss that I lost too soon; slow and easy; tiny pebbles of a bloody soul sparkling at the shoreline teeming with false hope.

[eppoi]

arrivate ad una certa età è normale pensare di non voler rimanere più soli.. soli & con se stessi.. io già faccio fatica a sopportarmi ora, figuriamoci una vita intera..

S.