finally off of hiatus or however its spelled to try this thing again and see how it goes

strangly ive been using newground as a alternate porn site and to occasionally play games i guess both lewd and not

and now im basically using it as a art platform

wow geez how long has it been since ive posted here

lets see my art stuff is currenty at home so currently the only thing to do here in intertaining others is to try and post stories like the last one

although i was not expecting a crying emoji...

i guess story writing would be the best next thing so ill probably give that a try

.. A man awoken from what seemed to be a forgotten sumber. His expression was not so much as confused, but more tiresome, almost as if he was awaking from a hangover from a night of heavy drinking, thank god the alcohol didn't kill him, or perhaps he wished it did...

the man attempted to take a stand on the foundation of the ground, his legs still wobbling, possible still feeling uneasy among the abandoned city... there had been no bar near him so it most likely was not a hangover, had it actually been a hangover, he should have been thrown out of a nearby bar, however, once again he was near no such bar.

he was bleeding from his head, but hadn't realized it himself quite yet
"uhh, i feel like i hit my head." the man muttered, but by the look of his face he might have done more than simply just "HIT HIS HEAD"

he slowly turned around to a wall... colorful the wall was, even with on single color... there was a quote of a motto, "hello new city" it would have said had it not been... EDITED... it seemed to be re written to say "goodbye old city" the writing of the new phrase was so disorderly, you'd think that who ever wrote it was strongly implying something... like it was there final last words.

memories can back to him... he wrote what was on the wall... he was no sure why, but he had a solidified idea as to why.

 "heh heh, t-this is some nice art work... i-i wonder who the artist is" he tried to laugh off the fact that it was his doing... but with it burned into his memory, he still denied it all. guess it's true what they say: "people often deny what they don't want to believe"


 the man continued laughing, giggling and chuckling... something dripped on his forehead "huh ?" the man stopped his chuckling into madness. he looked up... after what he saw, there was no denying it...

a body hung from the top of the building, not just any body, his body... it was becoming clear as to what happened, living his life as a family man he felt that he was starting to disappear from peoples lives... not even his wife and daughter seemed to notice him anymore... so why not... but i guess it's like every suicidal victim... the moment you do it, you quickly wish you hadn't... choking on his own rope he cried for help...he pleaded, he begged... but no one came... not even death came to his door step...

 the man kneeled down... and screamed to the top of his lungs, his pupils no longer visible in his eyes... then the man fainted once again... the realization of his suicide was so tramtizing it might have gave him a heart attack...

if only he still had one...

you know its kinda bothered me but seeing as to that there doesn't seem to be a limit to how much i can writer per post i think i can type my stories here

i guess i'll start posting more art now

I won't explain unless you ask in the comments

sweet a new place to post art, among my self i do consider myself a writer and a artist... oh wait i make music to, so i can also post the instramentals  i do here to... man just wait till i start animating... i'll be doing  almost everthing here except for making games.... XP....

until i start making those visaul novels bitch XDDD

hello, hello new to this newgrounds thing