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It's been nearly a year since I last posted on here. Ah, I remember it well, the year was in its infancy, I was a penniless virgin, the word "hipster" was still only really used by hipsters, the speed of light was still really really fast.
So what's changed with me?
Nothing, I'm still better than all of you.
I'm the best user and poster on all of Newgrounds.
Please, shower me with your attention. I crave it.
I'm going to be gone for a few months. Don't worry, I'll be back though. i will never really go.
It's not that it is hard, it just fucking sucks.
From today, the 22 of April 2009, I will be taking the Angryfaic challenge.
The idea is to include the angryfaic or ultra angryfaic in every post you make for a full year.
My challenge ends on the 22nd of April 2010.
Because my NG name was beginning to piss me off and was reminiscent of my Neopets account, I got my name changed.
Now I am Sammeh.
From past experience, I have become ever so fond of writing. When I was 10, if ever I got the opportunity, I begin writing about fascinating lands with Steampunk settings and whatnot, although ripped off from video games and my Neopets days, I quite liked them, and my teachers were impressed. But I've learnt that the best stories are the ones you can relate to. And the storied that you best relate to are usually based on true stories, written by the person that it happened to.
I could do that, writing fantasy is getting boring, I want to write something that will make people say, "I know how you feel, I had the same thing a few months ago, blah blah blah" I want to write things that make people laugh AND cry.
The only problem is, I have no experience, so far, my life has been extremely boring. No epic episodes of jealousy and regret, no times that thrusted me in to an inescapable hell, and how I was left to my wits to get out. Nope, and in a way that is a good thing. But on the other hand, it gives me nothing to write about at all, and my life stays as monotonous as it always has been. Its probably my age, too young to get entangled in these deep situations, I guess it is for the best, I guess it shows I have a good life, I do and don't hope it stays that way.
HAH DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS
I was going out to my garage to get something, when all of a sudden I heard a sharp cracking noise just as the garden light turned on. I saw the mangled corpse of a snail, its slimy body smeared across the pavements with shard of his shell sticking in it, I was his head moving around, squirming for air, I must have crushed his lungs. I felt extremely bad, watching this poor innocent creature, just minding his own business to die a slow and painful death. You could see he was in agony, I wanted to quickly end his pain and his life, but as pussy as it sounds I couldn't bring my self to do it. I felt so bad through out the day' i felt like a murderer. Sure, it was only a snail and there are billions of them, but its just the idea that I killed something. it didn't know what was going on at all, all it knew was the immense pain it was in. I just hope that snails can't feel anything.