

The Writer
@graciousChampion
The writer. The master of all worlds.
"That fucking fucker."
Memory Box. Something simple, Something without much struggle to create or exist. It's easy to give out things in your 'memory box'. The writer has been outclassed, a shame really.
The writer must take a break. He will write once more, another time. Possibly, Retria... or Darlin... or Sylink again. Hell, he could write about the upcoming rumblenight... Or further expand on old plot details between Jane and Eridan. Ah, he will rest for now... rest... #TheScript
Sylink. The prince. Her hand gripped her blade, tight. Another fight, another battle. She would do it again, and again. Her scars piled up. Her life had become a fiendish desire for it. Again, and again. One cycle, she would find the battle she needed to. The battle that would end in her death. Her blood would drip, trickle, spill on the floor. She would go out in a grand display. She couldn't afford to do it herself. #violence #suicide #TheScript
The writer is a fan of Timi. But remember, it isn't a loop, it's a spiral. And we've yet to have dived down into the real depths under the surface. #TheScript
The applications were sent out to the devil, those who would like to be apart of his felt despite everything he had done. One of them, a crab. Why did he apply? Scorned love. #TheScript
Pendra would return to his sudoku. The writer hadn't spoken about him in a while, perhaps he was safe. Perhaps, no one would know what he truly was. #TheScript
Adam Graham, a man of tall height and charming words. His friends called him Draco, that was his nickname, all of them knew that. The writer is unsure if he'd like to decide which Adam this one is though... Is he the Adam whom pitches for a Pirate, a seadweller? Is he the Adam of another world? Or is he the Adam just for Chittr. The options are endless. Perhaps, his friend Alicen would help this story. #TheScript
The writer had been lackluster in his posts. The draft wasn’t as good as he’d hope. He hoped to improve it soon. Hoping to reach the highs of what he had written about Kurloz. Hoping not to go as low as er— Vianti. #TheScript
Tavros had posted her masterwork. Her Mona Lisa. Nothing would top this, not for another hundred sweeps. #TheScript
The 'Good' Scratch had liked the writer's chit. He wasn't really good. He was a devil, he was Lucifer all the same. A battle of wits between two men and their pawns. Satan and himself argued, bickered like old married couples. One had most of his Felt at his side, the other had not. Ah, but who doesn't love a good anti-hero? Soley for the purpose of defeating the 'Good' Scratch. Those who claim they are the good ones tend to be the worst in many cases. #TheScript
And then everyone was mean to Kryqus. #TheScript
The writer awakened from his slumber, sweat trickled down his face and fear quivered in his hands. He must write again. #TheScript
The author has finished his draft for the night. Farewell, until next draft. #TheScript
She fiddled with the Keyring Juju, a gift. It crackled with energy. Those who take favors always pay their debt. She wondered if anyone would notice when she's gone. #TheScript
The Writer perhaps will retire. This combined with the Horrorterrors may be a lot... Ah, but he was so fervent, so passionate... He felt like he could go on forever. #TheScript
Casper, casper. What can you say about Casper? He eats protein bars. His friends hide secrets from him in order to keep their friendship... ... Ah, yes. Termia. He could exist. ... Put that under maybe. #TheScript
The writer doesn't have much to write about Vianti. #TheScript
The writer means to clarify that a good night is a good morning to trolls. #TheScript
Burais' hand hovered over that damned phone. It was so close, so far. It wouldn't be bad, right? She and them, they were good. They felt good. Everything was good. What's the harm in going back? What's the harm in falling back into old habits? What's the harm in calling them up again? Burais' mechanical hand shook. This was terrible. She can't do this. She can't. ... ... ... Ring, ring. #TheScript






















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