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Nothing like waking up at 3:30 am and being unable to go back to sleep so you just spend your first 2 hours of the day listening to Lofi music and drinking tea even though you aren't a lofi person and you would prefer hot chocolate but you're out of milk.
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kenhowler2004 · 7 days
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this happens every other day
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kenhowler2004 · 13 days
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Good news! I got away from Altitorture. BAD NEWS! I GOT INTO THE DEEP AND COMPLEX LORE OF THE MULTIPLE GAMES OF THE SAME DEV ON ROBLOX! Journey to the Sun, Project: Rebirth, Downvote Obby, and the main focus: ABYSSAL (Co-Op Obby). Because oh boy does this game make you have existential dread over demons and angels that are call SHADOWS AND ANGELS! Makes you super sus around certain masks too!
Been playing a game on roblox called Altitorture lately and I'm going to say it, despite the fact that it is a two player climber, the environment- especially on pc- is what makes it an environmental horror.
Like we all can agree a roblox game with little to no people just turns it into a liminal space like entering Vampire Hunters 2 or the Normal Elevator. This? You don't notice it at first. When waiting for someone you might get bored and look in the buildings in the bottom or stare at the start screen.
The start screen the checkpoint character simply named Bob is staring at you, but he's not the only one. At least 20 different snowmen stare into your soul with a default roblox smile. You wouldn't notice it at a glance. All of it you wouldn't see at a glance. Remember the buildings? Bother to look inside, 7 different workers all frozen to their beds. The lanterns in their homes are burnt out.
You're pretty sure the two people who were building a house are dead. They're not moving or breathing. One is impaled on the post. This winter is alive as it is dead. Only three people breathe and move. Joe who sits in the warmth of his magical supply store, Bob who teleports from checkpoint station to checkpoint station, and the Officer who refuses you to travel forth without a partner.
The snowmen however, despite their frozen nature are everywhere watching you at the very bottom. Almost like predators waiting to take another soul. Keeping them to the frozen hell.
If you manage to make it past them about thirty-eight meters up the trail, an old hope is buried and forgotten. A train station abandoned in the dark. A lantern if were part of the special group helps you see your way there. The clocks still tick and flow. Yet no matter how long you wait praying and praying the train will never come. The world outside has abandoned you this far below.
The only way out is up. The higher you go just about 120 meters up you find mushrooms peaking out of the snow. Yet if you are wise you realized just like some of the unfortunate snowmen who are climbing this isn't a symbol of hope. People have died before you on this trail. You're not even 300 meters up and you've seen death all around.
This entire time whenever you and your buddy fall to the bottom, you're not injured. No the fall just makes you unconscious for a moment. It makes you unconscious. You begin to wonder if this climb the begging pleading climb for hope, is nothing but a waste as you and the poor tethered soul climbing with you have already passed on.
After all, why would the person of reasonable hope have such a condescending smile from his little station every 100 meters apart?
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kenhowler2004 · 13 days
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Oh yeah I drew a twink. Forgot to post him. Enjoy.
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kenhowler2004 · 13 days
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There really is no feeling quite like discovering a new song that fits your blorbo to a T. Best I can do to convey it is something like
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kenhowler2004 · 14 days
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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
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kenhowler2004 · 21 days
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This is an old screenshot that I took back in 2022, when i was a simple lil moff
If I could go back in time and say ONE thing to myself, it would be DO NOT DELETE SKY COLT. I know it's taking up a LOT of storage but it's WORTH IT.
oh wait I have a few more, they just aren't as good quality ⬇️
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kenhowler2004 · 21 days
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I didn't do this in school but something that was done as a class in 4th grade was we had to say something mean and this piece of paper that was shaped in the rough shape was torn. Then we had to tape all the paper back together. The whole point was to show that even if you did make amends the scars still remained.
Something that always bugged me about that project was the fact out of everyone there I was the only one who didn't say anything at all to it. And a piece of it was still torn off.
The lesson I walked away with was far more devastating. I walked away heavy hearted knowing that even if you wished to sit and listen to that person's struggles you still injure them. Silence can injure just as much as words.
From that day I avoided EVERYONE as much as I could because it sadly told me that adults listening would do nothing. Was the most harming thing that as a kid who was already suffering from severe bullying could be put through.
I wish it was the Toothpaste words project because by the sounds of it because you can't easily make this implication that the paper shred does.
Made this post 4 years ago and it still holds water today
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kenhowler2004 · 28 days
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As much as I love ranger they had to release two books to fix the core parts of the class. Even with that in mind the two base classes they have for the subclasses is either "pure melee" and "anxiety over other character". Hunter works well in multiclassing sure, but the Beast Master by far fails with a common sense thought and does really nothing to help you and the beast to stay alive essentially making it a pointless class.
It is possible to make a wonderful Ranger build don't get me wrong, I love the class to death for the versatility of it, but the core focus of the ranger falls flat so fast when you realize you have to look for the other books like Tasha and Xanathar to even have it be FUNCTIONAL to play.
Again no artificer because of options limit
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kenhowler2004 · 1 month
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Been playing a game on roblox called Altitorture lately and I'm going to say it, despite the fact that it is a two player climber, the environment- especially on pc- is what makes it an environmental horror.
Like we all can agree a roblox game with little to no people just turns it into a liminal space like entering Vampire Hunters 2 or the Normal Elevator. This? You don't notice it at first. When waiting for someone you might get bored and look in the buildings in the bottom or stare at the start screen.
The start screen the checkpoint character simply named Bob is staring at you, but he's not the only one. At least 20 different snowmen stare into your soul with a default roblox smile. You wouldn't notice it at a glance. All of it you wouldn't see at a glance. Remember the buildings? Bother to look inside, 7 different workers all frozen to their beds. The lanterns in their homes are burnt out.
You're pretty sure the two people who were building a house are dead. They're not moving or breathing. One is impaled on the post. This winter is alive as it is dead. Only three people breathe and move. Joe who sits in the warmth of his magical supply store, Bob who teleports from checkpoint station to checkpoint station, and the Officer who refuses you to travel forth without a partner.
The snowmen however, despite their frozen nature are everywhere watching you at the very bottom. Almost like predators waiting to take another soul. Keeping them to the frozen hell.
If you manage to make it past them about thirty-eight meters up the trail, an old hope is buried and forgotten. A train station abandoned in the dark. A lantern if were part of the special group helps you see your way there. The clocks still tick and flow. Yet no matter how long you wait praying and praying the train will never come. The world outside has abandoned you this far below.
The only way out is up. The higher you go just about 120 meters up you find mushrooms peaking out of the snow. Yet if you are wise you realized just like some of the unfortunate snowmen who are climbing this isn't a symbol of hope. People have died before you on this trail. You're not even 300 meters up and you've seen death all around.
This entire time whenever you and your buddy fall to the bottom, you're not injured. No the fall just makes you unconscious for a moment. It makes you unconscious. You begin to wonder if this climb the begging pleading climb for hope, is nothing but a waste as you and the poor tethered soul climbing with you have already passed on.
After all, why would the person of reasonable hope have such a condescending smile from his little station every 100 meters apart?
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kenhowler2004 · 1 month
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That never ending dilemma of “if I didn’t have clinical depression would I draw more things,
or less”
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kenhowler2004 · 1 month
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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
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kenhowler2004 · 1 month
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I recently beat the game, I was wondering why the Malo Mart dance had a unique disdain in my eyes. I played TP long after I played Pokemon Sword.
Pokeball Guy with Malo Mart music from Zelda: Twilight Princess...
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kenhowler2004 · 2 months
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Put a dragon in a dungeon
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kenhowler2004 · 2 months
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Draw the rage. Let it consume the colors of what you use, let the rage show against the harsh depths of the mind. Let the world know that the rage can't be contained if it violently harms the eyes in the paints it gave you. Rage is a creative tool, now put it to use.
what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now
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