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!

Thank you for the kind words! I would usually go and say something self-deprecating about how I wouldn't say I'm one of the best, but it seems I've been proved wrong yet again. As for the space I leave behind -- I hope it's not too big. But even if it is, sometimes the absence of good is what leads to better.

I'd hope it's the AWS seeing I rarely talked anywhere else; I'd have to had said something pretty controversial to be remembered for a different section ;D But yeah, life is life. Time to go and do different things with my life (like being productive. I try, but my name is a self-fulfilling prophecy

Thank you! Just remember: the big bang finale isn't here yet. I think you'll like it (I am 100% overhyping it but I am allowed to do that)

Damn, it's been almost a year since I've made a topic; so much for "I swear I'll write soon". (to be fair it's not my fault everything got shut down, keeled over, and died). Whatever, I'm just gonna keep this decently short and sweet, cause there aren't that many people left to read this anyways For the most of you who don't know me, I'm Lose (hi!) I've been a long term player, decent term forum lurker, and short-ish term forum user (November 2018). I mainly used the forum for writing in the AWS (now Writer's Corner), where it would seem I gained a following somehow as a sort of "good writer" (crazy people) But now it's time for me to do what I've been doing for the past six months or so, but THIS time with this post to go with it! So yeah, short and simple; I'm leaving, I guess, technically. It's been a blast writing stories for y'all to read, and it's genuinely astonishing to look back at my first pieces and see how far I've come as not only a writer, but as a person. I started writing when I was 12; Drown came out on my 13th birthday. I'm now 15, well into high school, and doing things I thought previously to be impossible. Of course, it hasn't always been easy. Nothing in life is. I've struggled with mental health problems for quite a while, and I think that's apparent in my writings (shoutout to vene for actually asking if I was okay once cause my writings were getting more and more depressing). But I stuck and am sticking through it for those who I care about, and those who enjoy what I put out. I never really intended to just fade into obscurity (this implies I was at some point out of obscurity ignore this dichotomy), but I guess that's just how life works sometimes. However, I do not plan to just have my final goodbye be a whimper and this overly long, rambly, soppy mess. I do have some things for the maybe 2(?) people that will read it. Whelp, I'm tired of rambling on now. Thanks everyone for making my time here bearable, it's been an absolute blast. (I would shoutout folks, but I'm lazy. nonetheless, a massive thanks all AWS/Newspaper folk that helped me become the writer I am now!) ((If you're wondering for some reason: I do still write. Been writing poetry daily since 8/24/23, and a few short stories dotted throughout. If you're ever curious for whatever reason, add me on Discord - username is purededicatoin)) Goodbye, kind of, I guess, maybe. ~Lose

I can confirm I am still clueless as what to name it, my friends never responded

I do plan to write another at some point in my life. But I'm not sure when. Who knows? Maybe it'll be tomorrow (i wish)

Man, it was always great to see you around. Back when we both were AWS writers, to you becoming a reporter, to becoming big discord man, to Wiki Content Writer. No matter what position you had, you always seemed to ace it. Great at writing, great at moderating, and great at multing. You've always had a great personality and many aspects of it I wish I had myself. Good luck in real life!

join the club (Drown was 400+)

Beautiful

RIP the Newspaper. It was fun while it lasted