i just really had to downsize!!

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Another fine piece of retro computers joins my army! Say hello to Siemens-Nixdorf Scenic Mobile 500! Equipped with Pentium 100 MHz, 40 MB of RAM, 788 MB HDD, Chip & Technologies 65550 1 MB video chip and ESS1888 sound card, it’s a complete beast for DOS and other older OS. One of the downsides is the fact it doesn’t feature any kind of CD-ROM, but at least it has a functioning floppy drive, as well as a serial/parallel port, so I don’t complain this much. Who knows, I might pick up a PCMCIA CD-ROM/PCMCIA-to-SCSI adapter someday.

MS-DOS 6.22 works like a charm, as I suspected it would. The ESS sound card, and its OPL3 clone, sounds as good as the Yamahas I have in my other retro machines (YMF744B in Tecra 8100 and OPL3 SA-x in my oldschool rig). The screen quality is also great, for an old TFT monitor. However, when it comes to the video, this one doesn’t have a built-in BIOS function of screen scaling, so I have to use a small TSR program to force the full screen, otherwise I’d be playing the DOS games in a bit smaller window (the native resolution is 800x600, and the screen is downsized to 640x480).

Just for the kicks I also tried out Windows 3.11, and no problems here as well (though I had to search for appropriate drivers first). Really enjoyed a quick round of SimTower and other Win3.x games.

Overall, just like Tecra 8100, it’s a damn fine machine if you’re looking for an authentic DOS/early Windows experience, but worried about building from scratch and configuring a retro rig by yourself.

Oh and shoutout for @ms-dos5, as I know you like these kind of thingies. ;)

The Wishing Tree

So I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.

I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbours. The fence between the two houses was very tall to a seven year old and the only gap in it was next to a great big tree growing in the middle of the boundary fence. The fence had been erected either side as whoever originally built the houses had obviously decided the tree was too nice to cut down. So in my determined 7 year old way I slithered in between the tree and the fence nearly getting stuck and catching my leg on a nail on the way. I popped through with one final effort and was just about to inspect my wounds when a voice from under the tree said ‘You’re bleeding’. On further inspection, there sat a little girl roughly my age.

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Through Icy Winds

I’m terrible at relevant titles, but whatever. 

THIS EDIT WAS HUGE! Literally my biggest edit to date. It started off with some insane canvas size of 5000x3500, which I gradually had to downsize just to get a background in there that would fit. In the end, I finished off with this (still fucking huge) edit at 2840x1800. I really suggest you view it in full-screen (or maybe not, because then you’ll see all of the flaws this edit actually has. Hm).

Anyway, this is my beloved mage, Aireiel (Air-eye-el). Sadly, she’s stuck on Stormrage for the time being, but eventually I’ll be transferring my beloved Highborne to MoonGuard. I’ve yet to come up with an explanation for it, but I’m thinking she might be Dragonsworn, hence her drake (Which I don’t actually have in-game yet, thanks RNG). 

This was just supposed to be a warm up while I waited for sarnehthelostboy to get back to me about a few things regarding his edit, which now he has, so once I take a little break I’ll be getting started on his edit.

Oh, and PS, Commissions are still open!

anonymous asked:

how do you get pixellated look on your 3d model like venusaur? is it a texture?

I don’t get on here often enough to even know i had mail! (Sorry!!) Another user on Polycount had asked me the same thing, it’s really really easy to do.

“hey, how did you get your 3D model to look so pixilated like pixel art? I’m looking at your pokemon scene in the low poly thread..

THANKS!”

Guy May 29  (Me/KingxLime)

Hey, it was just a post-processing effect,

- open up the .GIF in Photoshop-downsize it by 50% using nearest neighbor

- upscale it by 200% using nearest neighbor

- voila

If it’s not pixely enough, after you downscale, just downscale again by another 25 or 50% and try again.

Before:
(Note: I use Blender for 3D, and to get the crisp textures, i turn off mipmaps)

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anonymous asked:

Just saw the pics of you and your friends! So cute! I was wondering how you have such a big friendgroup that is so close? i only have like 3 others in my group

Honestly i don’t know it is kind of crazy to me when i think about how big of a group we are. There are 11 of us that i would consider my like super close friend group and then we have tons more people who are always over and hanging out as well.

6 of us live together, so that alone is kind of a lot, then 3 more of them live in another place and then 2 on their own. Most of us were just on the same floor in the dorms freshman year and clicked- we have always just had a really big crew but i love them all to pieces and i couldn’t imagine downsizing- the best part is that we can have everyone over and it is like a party haha

but i feel like it is pretty normal to have smaller sized groups for really close friends!

I Wish 

by reddit user Tesnich

It’s a long story, but I hope you’ll take a moment to hear what I have to say.

I was never very good at making friends.

My parents died when I was young: a horrible car crash. My father was decapitated and my mother impaled by a set of 24 rebar poles after a construction truck hit the head on.

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Long note, but still, this is really important to the story, I apologize it’s so confusing if it’s a lot of work

Yellow Chrysanthemum - Secret admirer     Daffodil - Chivalry    Iris - Inspiration   Orchid - Delicate beauty    Pansy - Loving thoughts   Peony - Healing   Sunflower - Adoration   Sweet Pea - Shyness    Pink Tulip - Caring    Red Tulip - Declaration of Love   Yellow Tulip - Hopelessly in Love   Violet - Faithfulness


“I hired a landscaper,” your mom said as you cleared your sandwich plate.

You blinked. “Why?”

“Because my thumb is the opposite of green. What’s the opposite of green?”

“Red,” you rolled your eyes with a smirk.

“I have a red thumb, I can’t grow anything.”

“You grew me,” you joked.

She snorted. “That was terrible,” she said. You shrugged. “Well, aside from you, I can’t grow anything,” she shrugged. “So I hired Harry,” she told you. “He lives next door. I can’t stand having an ugly lawn, so he’s going to help.” She explained. You questioned how long your mom had been ignoring you. You had a frigging greenhouse in your room. You thought flowers were beautiful and you loved having plants in your room. It made the air cleaner (even if there were way too many bugs sometimes). But you didn’t say anything. You just let it go as you usually did when your mom chose to ignore everything that came out of your mouth. “So you can help him too, I’m sure he’d love that.”

You nodded as you sipped your lemonade. “Sounds good.”

“I won’t be home for a few days, have fun,” she said flitting out the door.

You sighed looking at the empty home you now resided in. The two of you had just moved in. She wanted to downsize. But it’s really hard to downsize, when she’s hardly ever home. It’s not her fault, the life of the rich and famous, traveling business man, and the family off to Disney, needs tending to, and your mom is just the stewardess for the job.

You finished your lemonade unpacking what little you had left up in your room. You frowned as you found old photo albums–the good old days. Those were the days you were truly innocent to this awful world. When you thought no one could touch you because you had the two best parents in the world.

Now you weren’t so sure you had even half a parent.

You looked at your planner, obsessively, for a moment, noting that you didn’t have anything due today. You were a bit bummed, to be honest. It’s not that you enjoyed homework (alright, maybe you did a little) but it was more so that you didn’t have to babysit today either. Therefore, that meant you were going to go bored and crazy looking for something to do around the house. Alone.

So you decided you’d get a head start on Harry’s job…or at least make it a bit easier for him–whoever he was.

Grabbing your keys and your bag you went to the nearest garden nursery and bought a ton of plants. You grabbed varying hydrangea colored bushes, a few dogwood saplings, and then just a fuckton of flowers. You grabbed the mulch, potting soil, fertilizer, just everything you wanted. You didn’t look at the total as the woman rang it in the register. You simply handed over your credit card.

You would do anything for a bit of color in your life.

*

You started with the trees and shrubs because you knew those had to go in first. You decided the dogwoods would go in the middle of the lawn…the hydrangea shrubs on either side of the door.

You were setting some of the flowers down when someone lightly touched your shoulder. You bounced in surprise. “Hi,” he smiled sweetly. His cheeks were so round–and apple-like. His lips were plump and pouty, but he smiled dreamily. His eyes were warm, the color of new spring leaves. They made you smile after a long winter. His hair was pulled in a bun, it was better than any bun you could ever make. Then there was his body. His long, lean body with legs that made you feel insecure about your own…but you couldn’t compare anyway–he was unreal.

“Uh…hi,” you answered softly. “You must be Harry,” you said quietly.

He smiled and nodded. “I am,” he said holding his hand out and you took it, he kissed your knuckles causing you to almost gasp as you said your name. “Lovely to meet you, kitten,” he whispered.

“Likewise,” you said politely. You had difficulty picking where you wanted to look at him. You would have stared at his eyes, but you wouldn’t have heard a word he said. You could have looked at your lips, but you were pretty sure you would have drooled. Then you could have looked at his body…but you would have passed out.

“I’m the landscaper then,” he said.

“Right, um…well, you don’t have to do anything right now,” you explained. “I’m just putting the flowers in the spot I want…” you trailed off. You thought he was really cute. You didn’t want him to be scared off because you were so independent.

“You like flowers?” He asked.

You nodded. “I had a botanical garden in my room before we moved,” you told him.

“Then why did your mum hire me?”

“Because she doesn’t pay attention to me,” you shrugged easily. That was the only answer, it seemed. You were resigned–but in a strange way, Harry noted. Like despite the fact your mother didn’t pay attention, you still worked. And you worked hard. He saw you weeding before you left and he watched you carry in heavy boxes from the car while your mum chatted on the phone when you moved in. That was a week ago. Harry had been to surprised by such a strong girl (mentally, you struggled heavily with the boxes) that he couldn’t bring himself to go help–not to mention he was bedridden by his mother who said he had a terrible fever.

He smiled softly, changing the subject. “I love flowers,” he mumbled to you. His voice was so deep and gravelly. But it sounded so warm and magical…like he could put you to sleep, but also entertain you for hours.

“So I’ve heard. Well, you’re more than welcome to help me decide where these all go,” you waved a hand at all the flowers.

His eyes lit up. Like you had just told him Christmas was a few months earlier this year. “Yeah?” He asked. Despite what you said, he was pretty sure you didn’t want him to help. You seemed pretty independent. But you nodded instead.

“Absolutely,” you smiled and you continued placing flowers all over the place. The two of you chatted about the basics, what was fun to do around town, birthdays, favorite foods, travelling…etc… You were almost finished arranging the tiny flowers around the yard asking each other for the other’s opinion before you placed the flowers down. It felt like playing house, in a really…insane and innocent kind of way. Christ, you had just met him…

You blushed with the thought of playing house with the pretty green-eyed boy so you relieved the tension with the first thing that popped into your head. Pansies. “I really like pansies,” you told him. “They’re really pretty…but they’re simple too,” you shrugged. You snorted a small laugh. Then you hated yourself for snorting, so you just went with it. “Kinda like me.”

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes this time. “You’re not simple.”

“I’m pretty simple,” you nodded knowingly.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I haven’t known you long, but I’d say you’re more like a rose,” he told you. Roses were more complex. More petals, layers…they had thorns to protect themselves. Because roses were delicate and gentle and beautiful but they were scared they would get hurt by everything else in their environment. No, you were not simple. You clearly had layers to be protecting yourself from Harry.

“What? A thorn in your side?” You joked.

He barked with a loud, almost singular laugh. “No!” He chuckled. “That was an awful joke,” but he giggled some more.

“My mom hates them too,” you nodded.

“I don’t hate them, that was really funny…to me,” he noted. “I make really awful jokes all the time too…Mum hates it as well…”

“Yeah?” You giggled. “Can you tell me a joke?” You asked with a grin beaming on your pretty lips.

He thought for a moment. Trying to come up with all the jokes he thought were funny. Well, he thought they were all funny. He needed the perfect one for you. “Why couldn’t the flower ride his bike?” He asked.

You shrugged and smiled at him as you placed other flowers down. “I don’t honestly know,” you said.

He smiled brightly, glad you hadn’t heard this one before. “Because he lost his petals,” He snickered.

You laughed loudly and shook your head. “That was awful,” you told him. “You’re lucky I laugh easily,” you smiled. He grinned happily. He made you laugh. That was ninety percent of him getting you to like him.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I am lucky.”

You didn’t know why, but he made you blush. So you ignored him mostly and continued putting the flowers aside. “Where’s your mum?” He asked.

“Uh…” you sighed and cracked your neck as you finally set all the flowers in their places. “She’s away now. She’s a flight attendant so she travels about…a lot,” you sighed. He frowned.

“That’s too bad…would you like to come over for dinner? So you’re not lonely?” He asked.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t impose…I think I’m just going to order a pizza and finish putting the house together,” you shrugged. Is that disappointment in his eyes…?

“Do you ever sit still? I haven’t seen you just sit…” he smirked to himself like he knew he was going to say something to make you laugh. “Stop, and smell the roses,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Yeah,” you sighed. “I don’t sit still. I have to do something, all the time. Whether it’s reading…writing…”

“Planting flowers,” he finished.

You nodded. “Sleep is when I’m still,” you told him.

He nodded. “Well, you’re more than welcome to come over…and if you need any help, I’m just next door,” he reminded you and he started for his door.

“Harry?” You called suddenly. It was as if your brain told your mouth to move without you really knowing. He turned around and smiled sweetly with his pink, pink lips and his perfect green eyes.

“Yes, kitten?” He asked.

“What’s your favorite flower?” You asked.

He practically beamed at the question. Like it was some private joke. He bit his lip and looked around at all the flowers and then finally picked. “A sunflower.” “What about you?” He wondered.

“Tulips…but I can’t plant them until the fall,” you frowned.

He smirked. “Hmm…” he hummed and looked at you with his head cocked to one side. He was up to something. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my pretty flower,” he said so sweetly and then turned away without another word.

*

You were set up online as a sitter, nanny, whatever anyone really needed. You babysat bright and early that morning. She came bouncing in and the two of you made pancakes shaped like princess crowns. You colored for a bit, made a fort and watched a movie. After playing in the yard–she helped you put the flowers where she thought they should go–you took her out for lunch and bought her a new tiara. When she left she gave you a giant hug. You liked this…you thought it was fun and you thought it was cool people could find you online if you wanted a sitter.

After eight hours of playing with a hyper five year old, you decided planting would be the best way to relax. So you started. You were digging a hole for the dogwood trees and Harry came over moments later holding a bouquet of flowers he smiled shyly as he stppd beside you. He smiled shyly as he passed them to you. A mix of pink and red tulips. 

“You got me tulips,” you whispered in surprise as you brought them in the house quickly to put them in a vase before you hurried back outside to help Harry.

“You said that was your favorite, right?” He asked.

You nodded eagerly. “No, that’s right, but…I’ve said it before, but no one’s ever really heard me,” you mumbled. “I always end up with carnations or something…I don’t really like carnations,” you explained.

He shrugged. “Well, I listened to you.” He smiled. As if it was that simple. Granted, he didn’t know you were ignore constantly. That often you felt like you were screaming at the top of your lungs for something as simple as to pass the remote to you…but no one ever heard. It’s like you were on a different language setting than other people. “And I got you this,” he said slipping a tiny sunflower into your hair. “Now you’re really my pretty flower,” he chuckled cutely. You bit your lip. He was so nice and kind. “Can I help you plant?” He asked.

You nodded. “Thanks,” you said softly.

He smiled as he grabbed a small shovel and started with the sweet pea. “This is really pretty near fences,” he said knowingly as he dug into the dirt.

You nodded with a sad little smile. “My dad used to call me sweet pea,” you mumbled.

“Oh,” he looked at you. “That’s really cute,” he smiled kindly. You looked away trying to keep the tears from falling down your cheeks. “How was your day?” He asked as if he knew you were upset.

“Good, I babysat.”

“Yeah, I saw you moving the plants around, she’s really cute.”

You nodded with a bright smile. “She is…she’s…” you sighed. “It was really fun hanging out with her, is that weird?” You wondered. “To wanna hang out with a six year old?” You bit your lip nervously as you looked away from Harry again. Your eyes were cast down and all Harry could see is how long your eyelashes were. You were breathtaking.

Harry continued digging and planting. He was by no means rushing, just focusing. He didn’t answer for a few moments. But he did think about your question. Something bothered you. He couldn’t tell, but he watched you as you planted. Everything was careful and precise. He imagined your house was immaculate and he assumed you weren’t much of a partier because you were here planting flowers not running off to the beach. You were just too independent for your own good. That’s why you enjoyed hanging out with little kids and flowers; people and plants that were dependent on you for water, food, care… “I don’t think it’s weird,” he answered finally. You looked at him curiously. He must have been lost in thought longer than he thought. He repeated your question to you. You blinked. You assumed Harry didn’t care to answer.

“Oh…good,” you muttered.

“Do you know what some flowers mean?” He asked out of nowhere. It startled you, practically.

“Um…no, I know different color roses have different meaning.”

“So do tulips,” he said quietly not taking his eyes off you. “Go look it up,” he ordered gently. “I have to go get you something else,” he mumbled as he headed to his own backyard. “I’ll let myself inside!” He called as he walked through the garden. He plucked six flowers for you–a daffodil, an orchid, a yellow chrysanthemum, an iris, a violet, and peony. Each one meant something to him. And he hoped that they would mean something to you as well.

He went back to your home and let himself in. He found you sitting in the fort you hadn’t cleaned up yet and he brought the smaller bouquet to you and sat beside you as you read over what all the flowers meant. Your eyes watered and you swallowed thickly. “Harry–” you whispered.

“I…I know that’s weird…but you seem easy to fall in love with,” he murmured shyly and he looked at his lap. “I don’t even know if it’s love to be honest with you,” it is, “but I know I’ve never felt it before…and I…” he took a deep breath. “Sweet pea means innocence. That’s why you like hanging out with six year olds. It makes you happy to be innocent again. And…something happened to you. Obviously. More than you let on though. And I want to figure it out,” he said handing the second bouquet to you. You bit your lip and glanced at your computer screen to see what the hodgepodge of a bouquet he gave you meant.

You were actually crying as he pulled you toward him.

“I promise,” he said in your hair kissing the top of your head as he shut your laptop. You placed the flowers behind you and the two of you innocently cuddled in the fort made for a six year old for quite some time.

The flowers speaking for Harry’s promise.

*

About a year later. You were replanting flowers for the upcoming summer. You were covered in dirt, pulling weeds and looking for the perfect place around your blooming tulip bulbs to plant sunflowers.

Moments later there was a bouquet in front of your face.

Yellow tulips.

You smiled brightly and followed the hand grasping the flowers to the sparkling green eyes that you adored so much. “Happy anniversary, my pretty flower,” he whispered.

The Wishing Tree

written by hrhdaf

So I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.

I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbours. The fence between the two houses was very tall to a seven year old and the only gap in it was next to a great big tree growing in the middle of the boundary fence. The fence had been erected either side as whoever originally built the houses had obviously decided the tree was too nice to cut down. So in my determined 7 year old way I slithered in between the tree and the fence nearly getting stuck and catching my leg on a nail on the way. I popped through with one final effort and was just about to inspect my wounds when a voice from under the tree said ‘You’re bleeding’. On further inspection, there sat a little girl roughly my age.

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The Wishing Tree

Child abuse/domestic violence TW

So I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.

I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbours. The fence between the two houses was very tall to a seven year old and the only gap in it was next to a great big tree growing in the middle of the boundary fence. The fence had been erected either side as whoever originally built the houses had obviously decided the tree was too nice to cut down. So in my determined 7 year old way I slithered in between the tree and the fence nearly getting stuck and catching my leg on a nail on the way. I popped through with one final effort and was just about to inspect my wounds when a voice from under the tree said ‘You’re bleeding’. On further inspection, there sat a little girl roughly my age.

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touchtheowl  asked:

That'd actually be super interesting- you know neopets was run by scientology for a while?

I heard about that!

Basically the first group of investors (who were the guys that had spare office space in Glendale as their automotive firm was being downsized) were scientologists.  

When we realised it was a bit of a shock.  Somewhat awkward moment when you realise you started the biggest entertainment site visited by millions of children and teens, but the upper management you just signed the company over to are part of some weird religion that is banned in some countries…

The company was structured like a scientology org.  It didnt really change anything that I noticed apart from some odd test that interviewees had to take consisting of questions like which straight line seemed friendlier and stuff like that.  We also had a lot of obscure celebrities coming round the office for tours.

At one time there was some talk about putting scientology education on the site, but we killed that idea pretty sharpish.

Adam and I made sure that it never made its way onto anything site related.  Religion and politics were two big no nos for us as far as site content went.  Can’t say the discussions we had to keep it that way were much fun though!

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I’d genuinely be pretty interested to watch a documentary about Neopets if it went all the way back to the beginning and had a lot of behind-the-scenes stories like that.

I wish I were mad

It’s a long story, but I hope you’ll take a moment to hear what I have to say.

I was never very good at making friends.

My parents died when I was young: a horrible car crash. My father was decapitated and my mother impaled by a set of 24 rebar poles after a construction truck hit the head on.

The event left me secluded from the rest of the world. I couldn’t interact with others no matter how hard I tried and it brought me to the brink of what I was sure was pure insanity. Then one day as I was contemplating whether or not to cut my wrists in my bathroom when I got home, he showed up.

His name was Kyle.

From that point on Kyle and I became best of friends. We would go on to hang out on weekends, talk, and even get jobs in the same hospital.

My life was turning around, and thanks to Kyle I had begun to open up to the world little by little. Eventually I met a sweet girl and fell in love. We got married, made love, and had a kid. I was getting what seemed like promotions and raises every day. The best part was that in the beginning I only had to come in two or so days a week!

Everything was well.

Then one day as I was chatting up with Kyle I recommended that he come over to meet my wife. He was hesitant but I forced the matter and the date was set for him to join us for dinner.

The night I brought him over and introduced him, my wife had a perplexed grin on her face and said nothing to him the whole way through supper.

When we were done Kyle thanked my wife awkwardly for the meal but instead of answering him she continued to look at me almost as if I had betrayed her. My son was also crying from his crib in the other room which made the whole exchange very unsettling.

I whispered to my wife that she should have been a little more hospitable and proceeded to see my friend out. Walking Kyle to his car he told me he had a wonderfull time, but just as he was about to leave he looked me straight in the eye.

With a tone of sorrow he said, “I’m sorry. You really shouldn’t have done that”, started his car, and drove off.

Since then I could feel my wife getting further away from me. Distant. Sometimes she would completely ignore me whenever I was talking, while other times she would just leave in mid sentence.

Hours at my office began to get tougher, and after awhile it got to the point where I had to essentially live there in order to deal with my deadlines. To make matters worse the office was also downsizing and I got moved to a small room with no windows and one door, but even then I still loved my job.

I continued to have my daily chats with Kyle, but every once in awhile people would peak into my room. Through the window in my office door I would see 4 or 5 people in white jackets every day.

The routine was always the same. They would look in to see me talking to Kyle, check something off on there notebooks, and scamper off.

I questioned Kyle about them, but he told me to pay them no mind. He looked at me with a sullen face, shook it off, and we continued about our conversation, which was about how well my life was going. After a couple weeks of these chats Kyle came to my office and told me that he would be going on a very long trip and that we were going to have to put a hold on our conversations. When I asked when might he be back he shook his head and said he wasn’t quite sure and then left.

Then one day I awoke to a room I had never seen before.

The walls around me were made of concrete. There were no windows and the only objects in the room were a bed, desk, and heavy metal door. I screamed and screamed for someone to come and get me out and ,eventually, a person showed up.

I recognized him as one of the people who often looked at me in my office. I saw him rush over to the window in the door proclaiming of someone who had come through with a some sort of break-though.

I asked how long I had been in here and for him to release me immediately.

He looked at me and said that I would finally have a chance of leaving this place for the first time in 4 years if my meds kept up. I had been insane.

Surely this wasn’t possible, but then I realized what must have happened.

Kyle.

I started to break down and weep. After everything I had been through only to find out that my best friend had been a figment of my imagination. I was destroyed.

Over time , however, the idea of my situation slowly fell into place in my mind. I learned that I had been seeing help for my problem only 2 to 3 days a week before I was put into fulltime care so that the medical professionals could evaluate my condition more thoroughly, and that I never really had a job at a hospital office.

Within the month, I was ready to go home.

All of the doctors lined the hall towards the exit and clapped for me on the day I was finally released. I was tired but satisfied. If there was anything that had allowed me to keep myself together over the past few weeks it had been the idea of finally being able to see my wife and kid again, and as I walked towards the door it was all I could think about.

Then just as I got to the end of the hall a familiar face held open the door for me. There, with his trademark grin, was Kyle.

“I cut my trip short as soon as I heard that they were going to release you. I couldn’t miss my star patient’s release now could I? I bet you are so glad that you won’t have to chat with me ever again!”

I screamed.

I ran home as fast as I possibly could several times tripping over my own feet. I finally got to my house just as I remembered it. I dashed across the lawn and threw open the door only to be greeted by…

Nothing.

Within time I learned that my family had been the ones never to have existed and that Kyle, while real, was nothing more than a doctor to me. I found out that I was once again alone.

If there were a message to be learned behind all of this, it would be that perspective and conformity aren’t all that they are cracked up to be.

As the blood flows out of my body and onto the floor of my shower I am sourounded by a thick dead air of loneliness.

Is it really right to cure patient’s mental dysfunctions? Take them away from a surreal world to place them in this one? Do doctors have the right to do so?

As I type these last words with blood on my finger tips I don’t believe they do.

Because if it were up to me,

I wish I were still mad.

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