I don't have too many memories with you, but the ones that do exist are all very fond ones. Thanks for everything you've done for everyone here over the years. Enjoy being old

This game has seen better days. This game has also seen worse days. It's what it's.

I don't really have a specific place/forum where I post my stuff, but any writing servers that I'm in, I'll post my stuff there (we have a few servers we share together if my memory serves me right Thank you! Seeing I'm still here, I'd say it's going pretty well. I get to lick rocks too

It's funny to see it getting more traction two and a half years later. I've got some cool things that I've written since, just not sure if I want to publish them here (some of them I know I can't as per the content in them).

Such a good quote

Do things without fear of being embarrassed down the road -- you'll be embarrassed that you were scared anyways

It's weird to look back on old things I've said, when I thought I was all high and mighty being the grand old age of 15 (I say this, but I'm still not even 18 yet (in October) (greetings from university by the way!))

17th time's the charm

banger

Just seeing this now (2 months late ecks dee), but you have a lot of potential as a good writer

This Lose character needs to work on his storywriting

I remember, back when I was still inexperienced and clueless as how to write a story, you returning to the writing community. And as I watched you go from a fellow AWS writer, to a Newspaper Writer, to Newspaper Admin, (along with more positions that I am positive I have forgotten some of), my reaction was always one synonymous of "Hell yeah!". You always had something to critique about my pieces (something I desperately needed (and still do)), and almost every suggestion was spot on. I still think about you telling me to up my sentence starters whenever I write a story. Your talent and dedication always impressed me, and I'm sure it has and will continue to lead you to success and (hopefully) happiness. All the best!

The darkening skyscape, dotted with infinite stars, expands into both nothing and forever. The sun sets slowly, the rays of orange and red streaking through and across the landscape. The river flows fast, the white noise of the water’s roar giving a canvas for the music of the living. The crickets chirp in a dissonant harmony, filling the otherwise empty air with sound. And in the midst, I am here. The rocks jut out sharply from the river, slowly sculpted and carved over the course of many years into the shape they are today. Each and every one tells a unique story. The moon shines brightly in the sky, large enough that one could make out some of the craters and blemishes that make the moon what it is. Millions of years are shown in one still, seemingly unmoving image. Every mark on the moon tells a unique story. The many trees of the forest move with the wind, leaves occasionally breaking away and gliding down into the river, swept away into the unknown. A vibrant clash of colors in the autumn air breaks the monotony of darkness. Each and every tree tells a unique story. And in the midst, I am here. A void, once hidden inside me, opens up in my mind. Manifesting itself into my reality, it opens up in front of me. I know it is not real, but I am fearful. The stars that once speckled the night sky are dimming. The rays of the sun cease to shine, the paths they were destined to go down forever unlit. The river is quiet, devoid of color; but the silence is louder than ever. The crickets have disappeared. I am still here. And I am fearful. The rocks are harsh; the sharp edges and pointed faces rise out of the torrent. The moon gives off no light; it is merely a contrast in the otherwise dark skyscape. The trees are still, leaves frozen and immobile. I am still here, along with the void. I am fearful. Sand falls into nothingness as the void grows. I know this is not real; but I cannot control it. My mind runs rampant against my will, shaping what I experience into a hellscape of my own making. I know it is not real. I know it is not real. The void still grows. It continues to grow until it reaches my feet. It cannot seem to take me, like it had taken the world around me. Shrouded in darkness, the outside world feels distant. However, there is some solace found. It cannot take me. As soon as that realization is made, things change. The void disappears faster than it arrived, the ironic vibrancy of the night time world taking me back into true existence. The trees start moving again. The moon shines brighter in the sky. The edges of the rocks are smoothed. The chirping of the crickets slowly fills the air once more. The river’s flow is back; color returning. The final rays of the sun shine, giving one last light on a now hopeful world. The stars return, completing the beautiful picture that had been lost. I am still here. ~Lose Silly goofy little thing I wrote; just thought I'd share it here so I wouldn't fully be breaking my promise of "something big as a finale".

Thank you for this! I'm glad you looked forward to my works, and I'm also glad you seem to be including me in with the "writing legends" part, which is really cool lol But yeah, people looking forward to my works is one of my main motivators. I'll be honest - I was also anticipating that day of reporterhood, but I guess I was too powerful.

Hey, give the other pieces some credit; some of them we're truly amazing (better than mine for sure). Glad you looked forward to mine, though. Stuff like that is the reason I was and still am writing. Thanks for the kind words!