This is Your World of Text. It's basically an enormous notepad file that anyone can write in and you can see each others messages being typed in real time. Like a giant real-time bulletin board. At its core it seems like just a stupid place where teenagers write the word "penis" and "****" over and over again. At the beginning that's all you see. Just a clusterfuck of dumb ****. But then you go to the North. There's a tower that just goes up. And up. And up. No one knows where it ends. No one knows who made it. As you climb you see the past messages left from other people who went North, to find the top, at the coordinates X:0 Y:1000, where they say Paradise is. You will see their old, ancient conversations in entire places devoid of text where no one has been in a long, long time. Along the way you'll read rumors, you'll see people saying that Paradise lies at Y:1000, that there's a Ghost Town at Y:2031, that the tower ends at Y:1300, that the final destination is Nirvana at Y:10,000, a place that will change you forever.
Just another load of ... We are what we are. We will move on, but nobody knows to what or where. The future is unknown. There is no grand design.
My world is full of confusion anger and pain. My pleasure's come from many sources, my world is dark my world is secret. My world is a place i wouldent wish anyone else to understand. My world is exactly that my world. If people dont like how i live in my world remember i never invited you in and feel free to leave at any time!
****in emo ****s. Take a leaf out of Gary Speeds book. But don't take a leaf out of ReallyReal's book.
