I'm not really the kind of talkative person to be making a flashy introduction, so, I guess the title has fit the personality quite well now, so, yes, it looks fairly good to me as of now. If I had to sum up my personality with three selected words, they would be manipulative, relentless, isolated. But since I'm manipulative, there is no telling if I'm telling the truth in calling myself relentless (that's a lie) or isolated (only when my imagination takes over). Anyway, I wanted to say a "Hello" of mine, since I have already been welcomed numerous times. You are welcomed to ask anything or just have a bit of banter about my incompetence about describing myself That's all I can come up with for now (= PS. Highly-philosophical questions are allowed and encouraged A new edition edit: So yeah, this thread went from a philosopher's den to a pervert's photo album. Bear with it, please. If you want serious discussions, I'm up for it. The switch is one click away from me to get back to my real self. If you are not satisfied with moe pace, join us so that we can go faster. Drowsy guys who cannot keep up with our pace shall be eliminated through a highly Darwinist process. Thanks for your attention. Moe airlines wish you a good day. Another new edition edit: Not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do, perhaps even not knowing who to be, I lost my shadow in the back alleys a long time ago. Now, I can't afford to get caught by it anymore or so I think. People might kill out of desperation. That's no different for the shadows. Hence, that's that. And the rest is.. way past the point to talk about, I guess. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your stay in my thread. We can talk about anything, as long as I can remain superior to your perspective. If not, I will attack from anywhere I can to get the upper hand. And another one: I wasn't sure if I'd finish the previous one. Or the one before. Or the one before the one before. Or.. Okay. I got this. Let's move on. Since I have no remaining ties to the little world I've had in real, all sorts of argumentative speech or flattery are accepted and strongly suggested. I can also supervise your mental problems so that you never heal back to full health and become my ego slave for the rest of your life. Yes, you got that right, I'm S, be prepared! And another: Well, my life has been too stable, nowhere near the rollercoaster one might or might not want to have. Still staying around MH, roaming around, assassinating mentally weak, disheartened people is my skill which I won't use unless I really feel like it. So, yeah, as a lazy guy, I'm really fond of writing. Ask me anything and you'll get answers I have no idea what they are about. That's it. See you around. Obligatory edit section: Honestly, I haven't got much left to say. I don't have much of a life to keep up with this speed. My natural gift to have my way with words can only take me so far. And on an unrelated point, I'm bored. If you have something to say to me, confession of love, confession of hatred, pure hatred, something you find funny, but also sure that no way in hell I'll find funny, a sad song's lyrics to pierce my heart, anything is fine, now is the time. Looking forward to it. Once upon a time in the edits: Maybe I will make this the last one, after all. I feel like I have had enough of this, enough of that, not so enough of these, none of those, but the main thing that stand still is the life that stands still. If the reference point was still, I'd perhaps think "Hey, not too shabby", but if what that reference point would be needed for is what I'm calling still as I do now, maybe it's time to redo. Redo what, you might ask, and redo whatever, I might say. The way I see it, a blunder moving backwards, a blunder dashing forward, a blunder circling around a certain point, all three of them are better and more beneficial than waiting out the time. That said, chances that I will show any heart to make any of those blunders in the foreseeable future are negligibly small. Or rather, such chances do not exist at all. Courage, will, driving force, motivation, heart, whatever we might throw in the same group of feelings, I have lost them all in this defeat. I hate being defeated. I hate admitting getting defeated even more than that. And above all, I hate not having the guts to admit that I have been defeated the most. So, as one who has been defeated, it is time to run away. Yet I'm still here edit: There is that. Bear with me a little while more. I probably love you guys all, unless you are a nobody. And I was somehow gone while still being here edit: I wasn't the one who was present, I wasn't the one who is now gone, and I'm not the one who is the one being me at the moment. All along the way, it was all a boy's romance, after all. I'm running out of color codes edit: I'm running out of thread titles, as well. Do not worry. I will be here for some more time.