Electronical Love Story: Part 1 This is a story about what a videogame website can do to love. There are always things that you don't get to see. This is a peek behind the Dtoid curtain. The better halves of Dtoid might know this to well.  Once upon a time there lived a girl who met a boy. They quickly fell in love and made plans for their future. One night while the girl was away the boy discovered electronicals. When she arrived home later that night the house was a disaster and and the boy was on his bed surrounded by these electronicals. They were everywhere and the girl did not know what to do. The boy only spoke to the electronicals and the girl was becoming lonley. She bought new clothes and tried different hairstyles but still he gave her little attention. He had not been out of the house in months and had changed his name to Greybush. So the girl left the boy to drown in his own filth. This was not the man she fell in love with years ago. Both the boy and the girl moved on but never once stopped loving each other. The boy was forced to make a living by his electronicals for their was no other way. He flew around the united states and went to parties while the girl continued to go to school. They reunited six months later and fell into a dangerous love spell once again. He promised that if she vowed to love him forever that he would set away time for her and only her. Oh how the girl wanted to believe him, this is what she had been praying for. The girl knew his new job with electronicals was important however and was skeptical as to whether or not this was even possible. The girl did not know what to do. Her heart was torn, and the decision wrestled in her mind until her own self doubt won. The boy became angry with uncertainties and her lack of faith in him. Now she does not know if there will ever be a happy ending, but in time she trusts that what is meant to be will be. It is all up to the Electronicals now.
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GTFO? :P
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Hopefully where yours ends up has a happy ending, even if bounces somewhere you weren't expecting
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Electronicles DOES sound like something Gaybear would say....
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@furiousGeorge Greatness!
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Wut now?!
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Cereal??
um, ok, this is dramatic.
(# 32) on 09/16/2007 23:21
that's how we see the world.
(# 33) on 09/16/2007 23:23
this how we see the world. Electronicals controls us
fixed**8
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1. If this is real:
If this is real, then my dear, if you truly love him, and he truly loves you, then you should attempt a compromise. He compromises to spend time with you AND work, and you compromise to SHARE your life with him and his work. You cannot have him completely, and thinking such will lead to utter failure.
Will the compromise work? Only time will tell. I'd suggest counseling, as well and strong communication between the two of you. Lists are very helpful, especially of expectations on aforementioned compromises, so that each partner is clear what the other expects of them.
Men are not mind readers, nor are women. The more you communicate, the more you will grow and understand each other.
As for your self-doubting and skepticism, that's a choice. The real question is what is more important to you? Your love for this guy, or your fear?
And that, is a decision that only you can make.
2. If it's not a real post...
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seems like you have enough advice anyways
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Mouse mouse mouse!
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*Me and Greybush at Pax*
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Yeah, that's right; your shoddy work translates into a document that's length is so grand that it must go back in time to unravel it's disgusting vile literature and stale infant feces that would, on closer inspection, appear to be text for the world past and present to see.
That picture you have gingerly placed up there shall torment my mind forever, as it sustains a quality that glares the viewer into thinking that the artist (in this case, executioner) must have combined all the hate around the world and concentrated it into a mouse click upon which you continued to violate your computer, nay, yourself, deep down in your shattered soulless heart contained in that bard-wired dungeon, to create that picture.
Feel proud. Feel proud
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why is there blood on the sheets.
OJ?
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