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    21 yrs old, studies two weird-ass languages at university (namely German and English), occasionally uses those weird-ass languages to form sentences that may or may not make any sense.

    Likes writing, art, reading, video games, making music, listening to music and, about a dozen other things. Does none of those things particularly well, but usually has fun doing them, so who cares.
  1. Update: No updates, but Cyril has been going "THIS again?" concerning the lack of posts we've written lately, so... hey, here's a post. (It's incredibly late right now, and Cyril is angrily muttering about the quality of this post, but I'm too tired to actually hear him clearly, so I'll just pretend I didn't notice his complaining. A yay for my complete lack of standards!)
  2. Same. Uh, I mean... you do. Nobody but you is posting anymore. Everybody who could post a pony image is gone. The forum is deserted. What happened to all your fellow forum-users? You'll never know. You are alone. I wish sleeping wasn't a physical necessity for me.
  3. Nachtrabe

    Chat Thread

    'S pretty empty around here. More empty than when I left. That's... mildly disconcerting. Also hi, I'm somebody nobody likely remembers, back from a long hiatus.
  4. That is actively happening right now, it'll fuck with our food supply eventually because bees are *incredibly important* as it turns out, and we're all going to die. I didn't even need to break that wish, it broke itself. I wish I could just... opt out of time as a concept for a while and take a nice, long vacation without any time actually passing.
  5. 'M baaaaaack! I'm still fine, and Cyril is still relatively fine, too - he's a bit sulky because I've been mostly popping in when I needed some help falling asleep lately, and I think counting sheep for me is not is idea of a good time. Repetitive stuff in general is not his idea of a good time. Yeah. He's... really not amused. Alas, stuff happened (autumn and winter, that's what happened. My mental health always takes one hell of a nosedive during autumn and winter and takes my motivation to interact with *anything* right down with it. I'm actively trying to get that sorted out, though, now that I'm actually aware of it), so most of our interactions over the last few months boiled down to "Hey Cyril" - "Hi, N" - "Still alive up there?" - "Yes. Need help falling asleep again?" - "Yup." - "I'll get the whiteboard*. When will we do fun stuff again?" - "Soon." - "sigh." *you know that "make your tulpa write numbers on a whiteboard" visualization exercise? Yeah. Great for falling asleep, as it turns out. --------------------- Cyril here. I'm not making my own post right now, as my communication skills are somewhat rusty, but I do want to confirm that I still exist, and I am still doing reasonably well. I am also not mad or sulky, just disappointed. Well, maybe a little sulky. Also, as this is still a 'progress' thread: Not much progress has happened. We have attempted some possession, but it has proven to be difficult, because N is horrible at letting go - every time they think they're giving me free reign, they actually hyperfocus on whatever thing I'm supposed to move, and that is somewhat frustrating. Not that I was particularly fond of the idea in the first place. I did miss actually communicating with other entities, though - N more or less came crashing into the hobbit hole every few evenings, a frazzled, slightly panicky mess, and asked me to fix it*. It was somewhat taxing, and did not make for very good conversation. *what is "it"? Had I ever figured that out, I would have had much more success fixing whatever 'it' is. They promised me we would come back on here for about half a year. I think they thought they misplaced our account information and were too scared to look. We did not, of course, do any such thing, as I made very sure they had noted it down back when I first got my own account. N can misplace their passwords all they want, but I'd rather not. Minerva, the very much non-sentient cat, remains non-sentient, by the way. I really should have insisted on making a bet. I am a tulpa - I think I know a thing or two about achieving sentience. In any case, it is good to be back. (N: Instead of making his own post, he hijacked mine. With a longer post. You know, I've missed this.)
  6. I mean... sure. But you can just save it from one single catastrophic thing once. Something else is going to get it eventually. Congrats on a very temporary fix to a crapton of ongoing problems. I wish I could actually get stuff done efficiently like a normal frickin person.
  7. Fine by me, lol Well, that's a thing you can do now, but you have no idea what you're doing and kind of just... break everything. There's probably an imploding sun involved somewhere. I wish I actually had some decent guitar skills.
  8. Cyril had similar beginnings, actually: When I talked to "myself", I usually talked to nothing in particular but also definitely not myself. I also used to ask myself writing related questions by writing them out as if I was addressing them to somebody else... but again, I wasn't. Not really. Occasionally, the answers would be really out of left field and on one occasion I even wondered who the heck was answering. Was that really just me? Fast-forward a few years and *bam*, vocal tulpa on the second-ish day. He maintains that he was able to speak even earlier, but didn't want to creep me out and also didn't particularly feel like answering questions like "hey r u there" or "can you hear me". We've been trying to sort that entire thing out for a while now, with moderate success - we think he incorporated whatever the heck I was talking to, and he doesn't really see himself as the same thing (unless it's convenient, hah). TL;DR - well, the only person who can be completely sure is you, but I've had a pretty similar experience... so yes, you may indeed be this lucky. Also, there are quite a few people here who realized that they had something similar enough to a tulpa that it could become one without much difficulty, way before ever learning about them.
  9. They do. The elusive etch-a-sketch tree, however, was almost completely driven to extinction by the continued destruction of its habitat and now it only grows in some almost inaccessible and obscure part of Peru. I wish university exams stopped being a thing, like, right now.
  10. ... and the entire universe instantly converts into condoms. I wish that the Macarena was completely eradicated from the universe; past, present and future. As if it had never even existed.
  11. "I'm slowly getting the feeling that keeping track of the number of words the sentence of the person before you had is going to be more difficult than coming up with a sentence longer than that." 36 words (I think) Also, I propose that contractions (such as "I'm", or "we'll") count as one word, not as two, for simplicity's sake. May not necessarily be accurate, but I study linguistics and believe me, you DON'T want to start arguing about the definition of "word".
  12. I mean, I can still sell that Lamborghini and be rich, but I can't sell death, so... (it's actually pretty funny because I love cars (though I'm more of a fan of vintage cars) but I don't actually have a driver's license) Uh... what's your favorite video game? (yay for creative questions /sarcasm)
  13. Nachtrabe

    Gif ping pong

    The only accurate response to that. it's Ioan Gruffudd in a snazzy uniform being done with everybody's bullshit except the gif is ages old and from tumblr with its crappy file limitations so it cuts off in a really awkward place.