she gets changed into the cleavage dress halfway through the game.

that's not watermark
it's "Be cool , FJ"

I don't know if there's something in between, I've never been dead before, at least not being the person I am right now, so I can't be sure. I believe in some kind of God, in some kind of karma, some kind of dharma and different stuff from different religions. Of course I'm always looking for some evidence, or for something more, like everyone else, but I won't find out till I die, like the rest of us. Maybe I'll burn in hell, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll live another life in another time, and again maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just turn into dust and stop existing.

You know, since my father passed away, a couple of years ago (I had just turned 18), I sort of created a new theory for myself. I like to think we fight so hard and suffer that much in this life because we need to be trained. And when we're ready, when we have fought enough, being evil or good, we die, because we're done here. Then we reach the next level. Some part of us remains here if someone needs us, and eventually leaves too. And when you're there, in the unknown, I don't know what happens, but I like to think there's an after life, and you have to keep fighting against the evil forces of universe, to keep it balanced. We all become the Force, and keep it balanced. I know it's a stupid theory, and English is not my first language so I can't fully explain you how I feel about it, but it heals my mind and my heart. I'm even leaving the benzos.

While I respect your opinions and outlooks, I don't actually believe in the do good receive good concept of karma I was on a mission trip recently painting and old black woman's house for her because she has arthritis in her hands and her joints in her legs are so bad she couldn't stand and when we had finished we all went down to the beach for the last time (we were staying at a small rental condo near the beach where we would eat and sleep only) and while I was there my friend managed to mangle my toe with a metal shovel which really put a damper on the I did something good today spirit and then I spend 4 hours in the E.R which was SOOO much fun

And anyway I've always felt the potentials to be good or evil whenever I wanted to it's just I have a very poor work ethic but even then I guess I might be intelligent because by putting in very little work I'm usually capable of receiving great output but there's nothing that really drives me towards wanting to do good for others or nothing really driving me towards doing evil to others either so either I haven't reached a time capable of my potential of good/evil in this world or I simply wasn't meant to do either and branch out a more towards a path of neutrality (Also I couldn't even tell English was your second/third language you put the words down in pretty good grammar as well as your sentences are neither choppy nor do they make the point your making hard to understand

Well, thanks. I totally understand you. The other side of me just thinks this is a wild world, we live a wild life where wild things happen constantly, and would be capable of anything to protect his loved ones, no matter if that makes him good or evil. We're complex, we can't understand anything because everything's changing constantly. In words of Roland Deschain: The world has moved on. So don't blame yourself if you can't believe or you can't find the "good" path. Embrace your life everyday. Who knows. I could be dead tomorrow. Or missing two limbs. I don't know if I must be grateful for being alive or not, sometimes it feels like a punishment too. I think that, if we lived our lives taking being truly honest with ourselves and our loved ones, it would be a better place. But again, it would be a better place and the next day explode into pieces and disappear into a black hole.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. I try to make my life as simple as posible. Love my girl, eat fast food, watch a movie, keep writing, drink beer, feed the cats, jerk off, go to sleep.

I read your comment and thought that you wrote "faggot" twice, but it was just OP

that's pretty much buddhism, you know?

but in buddhism isn't there a space in between your new life? I dunno the thought bothers the fuck out of my head by trying to think of myself but as a new person and thinking in that new person's mind I don't even exist so having him think of me is impossible and it gives me a headache

I don't know if there's something in between, I've never been dead before, at least not being the person I am right now, so I can't be sure. I believe in some kind of God, in some kind of karma, some kind of dharma and different stuff from different religions. Of course I'm always looking for some evidence, or for something more, like everyone else, but I won't find out till I die, like the rest of us. Maybe I'll burn in hell, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll live another life in another time, and again maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just turn into dust and stop existing.

You know, since my father passed away, a couple of years ago (I had just turned 18), I sort of created a new theory for myself. I like to think we fight so hard and suffer that much in this life because we need to be trained. And when we're ready, when we have fought enough, being evil or good, we die, because we're done here. Then we reach the next level. Some part of us remains here if someone needs us, and eventually leaves too. And when you're there, in the unknown, I don't know what happens, but I like to think there's an after life, and you have to keep fighting against the evil forces of universe, to keep it balanced. We all become the Force, and keep it balanced. I know it's a stupid theory, and English is not my first language so I can't fully explain you how I feel about it, but it heals my mind and my heart. I'm even leaving the benzos.

While I respect your opinions and outlooks, I don't actually believe in the do good receive good concept of karma I was on a mission trip recently painting and old black woman's house for her because she has arthritis in her hands and her joints in her legs are so bad she couldn't stand and when we had finished we all went down to the beach for the last time (we were staying at a small rental condo near the beach where we would eat and sleep only) and while I was there my friend managed to mangle my toe with a metal shovel which really put a damper on the I did something good today spirit and then I spend 4 hours in the E.R which was SOOO much fun

And anyway I've always felt the potentials to be good or evil whenever I wanted to it's just I have a very poor work ethic but even then I guess I might be intelligent because by putting in very little work I'm usually capable of receiving great output but there's nothing that really drives me towards wanting to do good for others or nothing really driving me towards doing evil to others either so either I haven't reached a time capable of my potential of good/evil in this world or I simply wasn't meant to do either and branch out a more towards a path of neutrality (Also I couldn't even tell English was your second/third language you put the words down in pretty good grammar as well as your sentences are neither choppy nor do they make the point your making hard to understand

Well, thanks. I totally understand you. The other side of me just thinks this is a wild world, we live a wild life where wild things happen constantly, and would be capable of anything to protect his loved ones, no matter if that makes him good or evil. We're complex, we can't understand anything because everything's changing constantly. In words of Roland Deschain: The world has moved on. So don't blame yourself if you can't believe or you can't find the "good" path. Embrace your life everyday. Who knows. I could be dead tomorrow. Or missing two limbs. I don't know if I must be grateful for being alive or not, sometimes it feels like a punishment too. I think that, if we lived our lives taking being truly honest with ourselves and our loved ones, it would be a better place. But again, it would be a better place and the next day explode into pieces and disappear into a black hole.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. I try to make my life as simple as posible. Love my girl, eat fast food, watch a movie, keep writing, drink beer, feed the cats, jerk off, go to sleep.

this better reach the front page

you made yourself sound like a right boob

but......how......

or you could write your own fanfiction with cross over characters of your choosing.

Just finished this last night and I was utterly suprised with the feels. I didn't come here for this but I didn't mind it either