I've been AFK for.. four days now, I believe. Maybe more.
Time blends together here. It's a infinite void of... silence.
It was really nice for confused_Muffin to draw the cover for me.
I have no clue on what's going on... I wonder if Poultry is still alive.
While I was sitting in here, it occurred to me that.. I really hate the silence. Just-just silence.
My broken wing isn't helping either; its just throbbing. I know that I was lucky enough not to be killed, like Observ5r was by the same explosion that broke my wing.
But it really hurts. At least being AFK stalls it from healing itself.
I want to see the sun again. Feel it beating against my scarred skin.
When I get out, were will I go? Observ5r is demised, and I know little to nothing about the Farlands... maybe I should migrate? But no. My species doesn't migrate for the winter.
This 'game' is the winter of Hermittpad. Some others left. But I... I can't. I can't leave.
It's scary, this 'game'. People die, and-and I don't want my inner demons to come back. I stuffed them into a closet, and I don't want them to get out.
But being demised will let them out. I don't want that.
I don't want to add to the scars.
No-don't think about that. Don't go back to hating yourself. Shush those thoughts.
Oddly enough, I'm not afraid of death. Perhaps that's part of the problem.
My mas-No. String, seems to not know me anymore. I think their hard-drive was wiped after I-*Clears throat*-someone rebooted them. But I think the error is still there.
People keep addressing me as 'them', I understand why, you don't want to assume gender, but I'll tell you this: I'm a gal.
Don't worry about that.
Ugh, my wing is hurting again. I-I think it was a open fracture. I didn't look, but I could smell the blood before I went AFK again.
I really really hope being AFK stalls all healing, and I didn't get that wrong.
If I'm wrong, I might not be able to fly again.
On the subject of flying, it seems Poultry made a robotic wing and replaced their clipped wing with it.
Amazing for them, they can fly again, once they get the hang of it.
I'm tired.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts that may occur.
RandomWhether I'm AFK or crying. A journal, of sorts, I guess.
