Epicmafia

I have a dream.

almost 5 years

It is odd, embarrassing and frightening.

I don’t know what to do with it. Neither does my doctor. My head starts hurting when I even think about it. Like now. We’ll make it disappear, some time or another. That’s what the doctor says. I am referring to the dream, of course. The head may go also, though, if it keeps on malfunctioning. I forgot how I'm on this website right now. I thought I quit. I'll probably quit again after this. Or maybe not. Man, I'm petty. Well, I somehow ended up here, now.

Oh, no. Perhaps I have Alzheimer's? Wait, no. I doubt it. If I had Alzheimer's I wouldn't have recalled I quit or my EM password. That's how the disease works, right? I have always behaved like a sane woman. Up till now. And I’ve been ‘a good girl’ recently, as doc often puts it. I’ll be able to find a logical way out of this mess, I am pretty sure. Logic has always been my horse. And it still is, I suppose.

But what if something like [that] happens? Ah! He’s coming... someone is coming for me...Get him away! Get him away! I don’t want that! I don’t know what I was talking about just now. That kind of thing happens. To me, at least. It’s some kind of crisis, according to the doc.

I forgot how I'm on this website right now. I thought I quit. I'll probably quit again after this. Or maybe not. Man, I'm petty. Well, I somehow ended up here, now.

Kapuchino

almost 5 years

can i be a character in ur fanfic

quasimodo

almost 5 years

I thought you left

USA

almost 5 years

Please seek professional help

YellowPear

almost 5 years

My head is hurting. Because of what I was thinking about, I suppose. What was it I was thinking about? Something makes me uncomfortable. I don’t remember what. What is it I don’t remember? It might be better not to think about, I am pretty sure. Wait, I hear someone coming. Oh. It was a dream.

I have a dream.

It is odd, embarrassing and frightening.

YellowPear

almost 5 years

Or maybe prisons do have computers. I think i saw that on a documentary on Finland, but as I recall I'm not Finlandesse, or whatever they are called.

Or am I? What says we are not in prison right now? All the evidence suggests I am. Well, first, you can’t go out. But also it’s warm. Shouldn’t prison be warm? Of course it should: otherwise, all the prisoners in the world would have already been dead by now.

Wait, how de we know they aren’t? I mean if it’s cold enough, maybe the next day we wake up, we’ll wake up and we won’t have anymore prisoners. And so no need for prisons! And then goodbye, monarchy: before we know we’ll be as downgraded as the French vandals, so the only thing left for them will be to get over the small channel and conquer us, like they’ve already done, which’ll certainly make their job easier. Funny! I can’t imagine myself French. But history often repeats itself. I never met anyone French on this site. Does anyone here come from France? I can't recall any. I know some people are from Spain. The site clearly isn't French, since all the words on it are in English, not French.

YellowPear

almost 5 years

I no longer have a firm grip on things... or websites... or beings. I tried to get a firm grip on a fluffy ball someone brought me, but strangled it. It appears it was living. That one was probably a bit too firm. Why would someone bring me a ball that would be living? They wanted me to strangle it, I am sure. That was a test. Then they’ll bring me something else which I won’t be able to identify, and the next thing I’ll know I’ll strangle it and they’ll send me to prison. How will I come to EpicMafia on prison, or it's superior form, Town Of Salem?

I need to avoid killing things. I enjoy my time on Werewolf Table Game simulators. Or go to so called " EpicMafia Discords. "

YellowPear

almost 5 years

I don't know what's up with my brain, or why I'm on this site again. Perhaps I'm stupid. But my doctor doesn’t put it this way. He gives this phenomenon a fancy name, which I am unable to comprehend or retain in my memory for longer than it takes me to take the medicine he forces me to take in order to combat the phenomenon in question. The medicine also has a fancy name, although this point seems to have only a remote relation to something I had on the tip of my feather just a moment ago but which, it appears, I have lost.