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Came back after a while to see some people not understanding my last post, thinking that is like some sort of a goodbye note, so uh...
Oh well? Shit happens I guess.
Never said about wanting to leave, just saying that I'm gonna become less active, but I guess my wording messed up the message and made it way more emotional than it actually was, lol.

Anyways, I'm going to work on some posts in here soon, so see you all later fellas.

...Never felt so lonely, but not at the same time.

Anyways, uh... Sorry for the sudden return and rant, however I am not really sure what to do with this place anymore since I am basically needed everywhere else, but here. And no, not saying like there aren't people who were curious about my stuff, I am just saying that I kind of losing point in logging into the forum at all.
I know I've said to myself that I'll try to do more here, but not sure if it matters anymore.
I've been helping a lot of people with their emotions, got my own issues getting solved, so I don't really feel like bad or anything, yet at the same time something is missing...

I think I'll need some time before I come to any ideas about what to do with Agora Road, so...
Until next time, reader.

The regret of losing her is as heavier as God's death...
Do you know that?
Do you understand it?
Do
you
understand

IT?

Not all cards are the same, even if they claim to be so...

Dissapointment? I would say so.

Tomorrow I am going to be entering some forgotten old wooden house I mentioned in the chat since like... Forever I guess, lol.
Mayhaps it will make into my thread about forgotten buildings and stuff before the next big upload.

We'll see.

Dealer's(?) cards... For now.

...Stories tell a tale about a man, who loved two things: static and forgotten territories.
He would buy or just somehow get cheap radios, dress up into a interesting costume with an mask hiding most of his face, then go to the areas that were abandoned by people only to explore it, listen to the radio playing things and even do some random things in his notebook that he also carried when doing such things.
One time a folk actually met him after his routine, without any thought he was asking the figure only one thing: "What's your name?"
The person behind the mask replied to him: "Stalost - the name I have been given."

Till this day no one knows his exact motives since he has been gone, yet at the same time not many complained about him, so most of the people can even remember him with a slight warmth to his persona, with a feeling of nostalgia...

Some russian youtuber made a humorous fake bank with a website full of easter eggs, advertised it in one of his videos, launched for the funny a cryptocoin for it and it somehow fucking worked and it has 1300+ holders and 8102 transactions made two days ago with 1 million dollars of trading volume.

I wonder what will happen if I'll for fun decide to become one of the holders for some small price...

"I am sorry for what I did, really.
It was so dumb of me leaving the radio on! I forgot that these give you headaches that are like really bad.
...Wait, you aren't mad? You... Want to listen?
Sure thing, *******! Do what you want to do... I guess."

...It appears the transmission has been FORGOTTEN.
Sorry for that.

Two days left.

...Day three of fighting the unfairness has come.
I am coming back to the same place once more, but this time is different than the last one.

They want me to "sing a tune", so I'll sing 'em alright!
Once again asking for luck, Agora.
I'll see you all later.

...Unregards to my last post...
Agora, I want you to wish me luck.
I am going on a rematch against the unfairness.
I have lost two times now, being called "unskilled" by the people.
However this time... Everything shall change! I shall at least proceed much more further away to prove my price as an english-speaking creature from grave.

See you all later.

...Am I dead or something?

Hm...
I wonder if it would be cool to still make Madness Combat sprites, even if I am not planning on creating animations.

So many concepts, but no visible vision of them...

...Tommorow is another day, ain't I right guys?
Heh...

TEASER PART [1/5]: Writing concepts thread.
[...]
Two officers were standing next to the glass panel, looking at the person that sits at the chair... Well, if you can call them a person anymore. The person in question is named Mike Scorwolk, a kid that has been classified as dead after 3 years of police not finding any leads on where he was after his mother got shot during the drug busting raid of their house. The father was not believing that his kid got killed somewhere where no one could find him and has been trying to continue to push the police to continue the investigations, but he had to admit defeat and later on he would bury his son without seeing his body in the coffin.
However, the family who brought the house would soon find out about a secret really tight locked room in which a really disturbing picture could be seen: Lanky, skinny, dehydrated body was leaning on the wall, barely breathing or thinking, or just doing any movements like opening it's eyes. The floor was covered in trash and bottles of body fluids, with the blanket that was torn apart with the almost ripped pillow lying at the same floor, possibly being the person's bed. Once they realised the gravity of situation the police was called in as well as the emergency medics, who would take the kid into hospital for recovery.
However now it was my time to shine. My part in all of this is about questioning the soul of youngling to get better understanding of the story within the family for the police, so I took a deep breath, took some papers with colorful pencils for my therapy session and entered the room, hoping the kid wasn't in that terrible mood most people like him have. [...]

P.s.: Had no time to work on any of my projects, because I am still really busy on cleaning up my room and doing irl stuff.
Mayhaps I will have more time this week, but not sure.

Design that I decided to make for the "Days of Death penalties" for Ambrose Restaurants VK group.
Wanted to post it, becuz why not?