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I was actually thinking about this post the other day. I can’t believe I just randomly stumbled upon it.
Mammo, Greater New Poland, Estradia, and Kathmandue
man remember when we could clear 20+ pages in a day
Mammo, Greater New Poland, Mapleston, and Estradia
Man, imagine when 9 posts in a 24 hour period counted as activity?
Crumstain, Mammo, Greater New Poland, and Estradia
What is dead may never die
Mammo, Estradia, and Kathmandue
You guys are getting posts?
Mammo, Estradia, and Kathmandue
thanks, i hate it
but with strange aeons even death may die
Northern Kathmandue Mountains
Having been presumed dead for nearly a week, two mountaineers continue their seemingly endless death march through the heart of a raging winter blizzard in the treacherous heights of the northern Kathic mountains. One of mountaineers, a young man from Gatito, gazes aimlessly ahead, numb to the scathing white claws of the ice blowing across his skin, and deaf to the grating shriek of wind in his ears. Although his body is starved and frostbitten, he plants his feet firmly into the ground with each painful step, his heart kept alive by a mysterious but intense force in his soul that has manifested itself in the form of mindless determination towards an end that he consciously knows doesn't exist. Struggling to keep up with his partner's footprints before they disappear under the ever shifting ocean of snow is a man of the same age from Kathmandue. Unlike his companion, the Kathic man is acutely aware of the frostbitten, petrified flesh slowly creeping down his face, but chooses to drag himself forward on unstable legs as his insanity-corroded mind fears isolation more than any physical abuse. For three sleepless days the pair shuffles onward, never speaking a word to each other, the Kathic man always fifteen feet behind, each step growing slower and more fatigued than the last.
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"Please... can't we stop for a moment?"
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The Gatitoan man continues as though he had heard nothing, his footsteps reckless and shaky. The Kathic man takes one more defeated step and lets himself collapse limply into the snow's soft embrace, savoring the half second ecstasy of weightless falling. He glances up and sees his partner shuffling away and the old phobia of isolation courses through his chilled veins once more. He gingerly places the palms of his blackened hands in the snow and tries to lift his weight, only to discover the reason why his partner never wanted to relax for a moment;
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To choose a place to rest was to choose your grave.
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The Kathic man weakly fought against his own gravity, but could not find the energy in himself to get back to his feet. For the first time during his expedition, he felt something other than a numb, vague sense of direction: he felt a mortal, instinctive frenzy to get back up. He thought of his family, his life, his dreams, but nothing could aid him in rising from his newfound eternal resting place. He let out a frustrated cry towards his partner, but the Gatitoan man was already gone, vanished in the endless, soundless pale grey haze that hung over the vision and the mind for what seemed unnumbered days. The Kathic man fought and thrashed for a moment longer, but ultimately succumbed to a lulling drowsiness that he had been suppressing in his mind since their expedition began. Against all better judgment, the young Kathic man convinced himself that all he needed was a quick nap. He weakly pulled his tattered coat over his face and was carried away in death's arms during a peaceful, dreamless nap only ten minutes later.
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The Gatitoan's endless gaze focused somewhere on the invisible horizon as he trudged forward, never stopping to think about what might have happened to his companion. Despite the stoic, absent look on his frostbitten face, the Gatitoan's mind was writhing with agony and fatigue. With each step he told himself he too would sit down, but his legs continued moving as if he had no control over them... he simply couldn't stop his grueling march... not after all he had been through. As he continued to walk, he felt the ground underneath him slowly drifting away and a warm weightlessness replacing the merciless gravity of his own body. He let out a small yelp and his eyes opened with a rush of adrenaline, as he realized that he had almost fallen asleep. His clumsy, blackened fingers dug into his worn pack for a moment and he procured a small survival knife that he had taken with him. As a last resort to stay awake, the Gatitoan weakly clutched the knife and rolled up his jacket sleeve, digging the blade as deep into his flesh as he could.
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He expected to feel pain, agitation, fear, or alertness.
But he felt nothing.
Nothing but the emotionless observation that a blade was lodged into his forearm.
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I will die within a half mile of where I stand.
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Even that realization meant nothing to him. He gazed back for a moment and realized that the Kathic man had stopped following him some time ago. He immediately turned on his heel and feebly walked backwards in the direct of his own rapidly disappearing footsteps. Six minutes later he came upon a black form lying motionless in the snow. He kicked it weakly and said in a hoarse croak,
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"Get up, you idiot!"
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He kicked the body harder until it rolled over on its back, revealing a bloodied, frozen rib cage that had been pried open by strong hands with five very distinctive long nails. The organs within the Kathic man lay in a black, chilled mess on the snow underneath him. The Gatitoan man reeled backwards and staggered for a moment to catch his balance. He vomited on the snow at his feet and looked up to see that there were many other men around him that he hadn't noticed before: dozens of maimed corpses were lying in the snow around him in a similar fashion to his Kathic partner. Who these men were, the Gatitoan hadn't the slightest idea, but he immediately attributed the sight to madness. He closed his eyes for a long second and stood still, trying to clear his mind of the ghastly hallucination, praying to god that the sight would be gone when he opened them.
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He opened his sights to a different sight. One without the macabre display of corpses, instead, to the same swirling grey sky that he had been looking at for days. It took him a minute to realize that he was lying on his back in the snow, and another moment to realize that the Kathic man had died nearly a week ago. He shook his head.
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I could've sworn he was following me twenty minutes ago...
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The Gatitoan blinked groggily and realized that he may have been asleep for quite awhile. He slowly let his eyes close and drifted away in a gentle tide of warmth and numbness.
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There was something urgent in the back of his mind, something he couldn't quite place.
Something that ultimately seemed distant and confusing.
Something that didn't matter
At least not for now.
not if it buys the Permanent Immortality Pack DLC™
https://imgur.com/Uxsaf5Q
How to Make an INWUBall Comic - Gatito (OUTDATED)Character List - Gatito (OUTDATED)Sprites - Gatito (OUTDATED)Current Pool Balls:
9 Ball - Yellow; represents generic INWU citizens.
10 Ball - Dark Blue; represents Pacific-Feeder residents. Can be a substitute for the default flag in certain situations.
11 Ball - Bright Red; represents raiders. Often used because many raiders have flags that are difficult to draw.
12 Ball - Light Blue; represents defenders. Same as above.
13 Ball - Orange; represents the NS Mods, since their RMB posts are labeled by orange text.
14 Ball - To be decided
15 Ball - To be decided
Rules:
- Xin prussia is always a brick. In some situations he has wings.
- Estradia is to be depicted as a ball with Rick Astley's face painted on it.
- Nations who don't have flags can be substituted by a white ball with their name written on it.
- DO NOT talk about the Hanover Republic.
- DO NOT talk about the Hanover Republic.
- Okay, maybe you can talk about them a little bit.
- No matter what happens, Celibrae will always be Celibae to me.
- <3
Comics:One - GatitoTwo - Falling starsThree - GatitoFour - GatitoFive - El Fiji GrandeSix - GatitoSeven - Greater New PolandEight - GatitoNine - GatitoTen - GatitoEleven - GatitoTwelve - El Fiji GrandeThirteen - GatitoFourteen - GatitoFifteen - Crumstain Sixteen - GatitoSeventeen - IchoriaEighteen - GatitoNinteen - IchoriaTwenty - Ichoria Twenty-One - IchoriaTwenty-Two - IchoriaTwenty-Three - CesatarTwenty-Four - Gatito Twenty-Five - IchoriaTwenty-Six - GatitoTwenty-Seven - GatitoTwenty-Eight - GatitoTwenty-Nine - GatitoThirty - GatitoThirty-One - GatitoThirty-Two - Topsail empireThirty-Three - Topsail empireThirty-Four - Topsail empireThirty-Five - Topsail empire is a scrub. Thirty-Six - GatitoThirty-Seven - New educandiThirty-Eight - Topsail empireThirty-Nine - GatitoForty - IchoriaForty-One - New educandi Forty-Two - CekanForty-Three - GatitoForty-Four - MammoForty-Five - MammoForty-Six - MammoForty-Seven - MammoForty-Eight - CrumstainForty-Nine - GrothbordFifty - GrothbordFifty-One - Mammo
Paintings:Veyris - GatitoFatherland - IchoriaFounders - Ichoria INWUBall - GatitoTopsail - IchoriaA farewell to GROSS - GatitoEFU Defense Forces - AtlanticaValen & Pals - The valen empireBusy, Old Veyris - Anonymous Raiders - Cesatar PB The Productive - CrumstainUCON - GatitoGlorious Cekan! - GatitoVelcome Topsail - IchoriaTENDRILS- GatitoBest Friends - Gatito MALLASKA STRONK - MallaskaMALLASKA STILL STRONK - KaslandThe Price of Revolution - Cesatar PEC - Topsail empireThe Liberators - Gatito Glorious Thrace - Tracian Empire Sexy - Topsail empire is still a scrub. INWUF2 - GatitoEverybody's Equal - LusoCelebrate Good Times - CrumstainThe Peninsula - Gatito
Serials: All done by Gatito TeaserPilotDuoLoyal ServantThe Crossing of The FjordHugohkThree Is CompanyThe Badlands
Comics:One - GatitoTwo - Puldania
Paintings:Teaser - GatitoEstradia? - GatitoGuten Tag - Gatito
I had an interesting dream too. Someone I knew was telling me a story. Some Christian astrologer wanted to start a business in fortune telling. So he bought office space in the old WTC, and his business opened up on September 10, 2001. sounds like something that would have happened in real life.
hate it when that happens
Meanwhile, I'm surprised that this place is not dead yet
Went 29 days before i ruined the CTE for myself
Mammo, Midland South States, Timberwolves, Greater New Poland, and 1 otherSklavopoli
Post self-deleted by Swiss hommousionopia.
I have awakened from a long slumber. Life has changed soo much
Greater New Poland, Cekan, and Estradia
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