Loki wrote on 6th August 2020, 07:40 PM:

Was bored and made a few Pokémon cards of some users. Might make more if people are interested.

I love them omg

but it wasn't

But not really

into intense labour

Sampopxxx101 wrote on 28th July 2020, 02:45 AM:

I never really believed in quitting posts so i’m gonna keep this short and concise. i’m really proud of myself for coming this far and earning mod and queen regent. i know i’ve done some disappointing things as of lately so i’m not everyone’s favorite person. i love all of u and most of u have been awesome friends and i’m just so glad to have seen everyone do well in these last few months.
lush - u r literally the sweetest thank you for checking up on me
randy - literally one of my best friends thank you for being a real one love you
brit - sorry for being annoying a few weeks ago but u have been a really good friend to me and i will miss you
jaden - same goes to u. ur my little brother and thats on mommy :100:
rhea - i literally love you
sugar lyss - this one is for the boys with the booming system i love you girls
chelsey - i literally love you so much u are the most compassionate understanding person ever and i will miss you so much
swirlie - i miss you
saber - it was nice catching up with you i will miss you
mari - u are so sweet and kind and pls keep being u
terry - thanks for being my partner in snaildom gok. good luck with snaildom and i will miss you so much!
sydney - ur literally amazing and gorgeous and ilyttmab
damen - thanks for a cool 7 years on this website sorry ive disappointed u lately
shapiro - u guys are awesome thanks for having my back and being nice to me i literally did not expect it
i mean that’s all i remember atm if ur not on here ur still appreciated and thank you for being with me on this journey. one final message is that even if i had beef with you at any point i consider it renewed now because 1. i’m gone and 2. i’m just kinda over it. anyways goodbye everyone!

bby what about me? Ilysm, and i'll miss you. Talk to you on discord, k?

Rouge11 wrote on 26th July 2020, 12:20 PM:

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Rouge11 wrote on 26th July 2020, 08:14 AM:
Sooo for a while I have been talking to people telling me that they often look back at their old forums mail and laugh cuz their 9 year old self probably sent some random stuff back then to their oldcp cousin or their cousin's mother idk. I joined forums in around 2015-2016 but never rlly used it until recently. The only people who have mailed me on forums so far are Nook and Damen. I'd love to see more mail cuz i think its cute and idrc im bored.
Competition: Send me a mail that'll make me laugh. If it's not funny then u won't stand a chance. Winner gets 50k OldCP gold. gl guys
DEADLINE: 3rd August 2020

We're not your playthings Rouge, you can't make us send mail. We're not your guinea pigs.
Hey Melian, I didn't say anyone was and no one has to send me a mail if they don't want to. I just did this for fun and for the laughs tbh

I'm jk LOL

Rouge11 wrote on 26th July 2020, 08:14 AM:

Sooo for a while I have been talking to people telling me that they often look back at their old forums mail and laugh cuz their 9 year old self probably sent some random stuff back then to their oldcp cousin or their cousin's mother idk. I joined forums in around 2015-2016 but never rlly used it until recently. The only people who have mailed me on forums so far are Nook and Damen. I'd love to see more mail cuz i think its cute and idrc im bored.
Competition: Send me a mail that'll make me laugh. If it's not funny then u won't stand a chance. Winner gets 50k OldCP gold. gl guys
DEADLINE: 3rd August 2020

We're not your playthings Rouge, you can't make us send mail. We're not your guinea pigs.

Yeahhhhh, this isn't a good thing. Don't be surprised when the complaints come flooding in.

Miro is cute and a goblin, he's also really fun to talk too!

It had been 6 months since the accident. I remember because Elizabeth was helping me sign my name in our daughter Jenny's birthday card. Slowly she guided by hand, helping me create some legible signature rather than the scribbles of a child in kindergarten, the best that I was able to manage with such little practice. It seems that when one loses a limb, it's quite likely to be the dominant one. For me it was the right.

I was concentrating on my writing, trying not to make her do too much of the work, when I felt it. I hadn't noticed the phantom feeling of my elbow resting on the table beside me, by this point I had almost gotten used to it, although the pain would sometimes still wake me. It was brief, but enough to startle me and cause my hand, still holding the pen, to jump and effectively turn my name into scribbles despite my wife's best efforts. It was gentle but cold. Too cold. Less like ice and more like the feeling of a deep cut, when the insides of a body part are suddenly exposed to the outside elements that they were never supposed to meet. When Elizabeth asked, I shrugged it off, telling her it was an unexpected pain in the hand that was convinced it was clenched, even though it didn't exist. At the moment, I almost believed that that was what happening myself.

The next time it woke me. I was asleep on my stomach, with my phantom arm dangling off of the bed. I've slept like that as long as I can remember, and when I first felt it I thought that my hand had fallen asleep and causing the pins-and-needles sensation that I had often felt. When I tried to open and close my hand, I awoke, remembering in a sleepy haze that I didn't have a hand to open, yet the cold feeling remained. This time it stayed a while, and I could make out the distinct feeling of fingers on my skin. I tried to shake my hand, but couldn't. I pushed down with my left hand and shifted to roll over onto my back, yet the feeling remained, still as defined, and I wondered how long this invisible hand had held me. I shook my wife awake and explained, but she was convinced that it was simply a part of the process. She held me and talked to me in her cooing, comforting voice until, one by one, the fingers lifted, releasing me from the torture of the cold. Feeling it reminded me of the accident. There was a blizzard, and Elizabeth was driving. As a truck approached the car slid, she tried like hell to control it, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. I grabbed the wheel, spinning the car until it came to a stop, then the truck hit us. My arm was mostly severed at the time of impact, but my wife and daughter were fine. The feeling of blood escaping you chills you to the bone, and that was exactly what I was feeling while in this creature's grasp.

For months it happened, with no warning or reason. The doctors said it was just the phantom limb, that it was to be expected. No one understood that something was wrong. Sometimes it would last days at a time, and those were the days when I would stay in bed, watching TV, trying not to focus on the hand around my wrist, trying not to think of the thing that was holding me. Sometimes it's grip would loosen only to tighten again, as if the hand that didn't exist was sore from holding my hand that didn't exist for so long. The one day, it stopped. For a month or so, nothing happened at all. I had gone from living with an unknown entity at my side every day to finally being free. We lived it up during that time. We went everywhere, from the Grand Canyon to Disney World. It had been forever since we had the opportunity to spend time as a family again, and we enjoyed every moment we had, grateful to have suffered only a small loss to our family.

We had opened the cafe again, and my wife was doing what she loved. My daughter and I were at the cafe. It was closing time. She and I sat at a table outside while Elizabeth closed the register, chatting about the upcoming middle school dance. My wife joined us and locked the doors. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, patting the bag of money in her hand awaiting deposit at the bank across the street. Jenny jumped up, eager, no doubt, to get one of the suckers from the candy dish that the bank kept at it's counter. "I'll warm up the truck," I said, fishing my keys from my pocket. My wife nodded in approval and walked me to the truck, kissing me on the cheek through the window after I entered, and again on glass after I rolled it up. They headed down the length of the truck and I turned to check the mirror when I saw it. A truck barreling down the road heading straight for my wife and daughter. I screamed her name and threw the door open when the hand that wasn't there was suddenly jerked to the opposing side of the truck, holding me in place as I kicked and screamed. The kiss on the glass of the window was the last I ever got, and the hand never let go again.

@Dancebear

Lark wrote on 2nd July 2020, 11:01 AM:

Give him another chance, it’s been 2 months let the man have another chance at least?

Lol no he caused loads of people to quit, told multiple people to go kill themselves, swore, bullied, harrassed and ruined Oldcp. but if you want him back go ahead LOL

Sleddy wrote on 1st July 2020, 01:52 PM:

you will get whats coming to you. there is no getting away from this. mother has lots up her sleeve
-mother sled

I love you sled, dead or not #deadsledinmybed