well, well,well... look at what we have here. a fresh and interestingly enough blank slate for the masses to view upon like sheep to the slaughter.

i welcome you to a chapter entrie that will give your mind a feast of the purest darkness off all our hearts, only to wake up screaming in the night like an infant woken up by the roar of thunder in the middle of the night.

most of us already know that our main pupose in life is jsut to mate and repopulate. everything else is just a futile byproduct of us wanting to express our pitiful ways. think about it for a second. movies, tv, commercials, music videos, cards, games, cartoons, talk shows, politics. it all has to do with ****. pure and simple.  think ofi t as a base need for us to expres and vent our inner turmoil, i would go so far as to say that in ancient times, some of the literature i have been reading on storymash, might seem to be seen as devil worship in the eyes of the spanish inquisition. why? because nobody expects them. nobody at all.

the ways in which we potray ourselves as a society and the values that we are hard forced to accept like a sputtering child rejecting  spoonfull of mashed peas, is nothing short of amazing to this writer. while i do feel the need to vent out my most primitive and basic frustrations through the miracle of created worlds in my writing, i never the less feel the strain of my blood pumping through my viens like a slow moving train stuck in molasses. this is nothing short of a miracle how i tend to survive on a day to day basis with out killing the other three members of this hellish house hold. but there continued existence provides me with some manner of entertainment when were not bickering amongst ourselves like bitches in heat.

first of all, dr3arms, or morgan as delmer likes to point out, is a bit of a psychopath when it comes down to it. the forced ways of writing so thato nly the truly intelligent people may be able to understand our creations, is nothing more then a mdmans desire to simply and intigrate faster ways of producing content. which as far as i could tell so far its working for him, and him alone. he is often obsessive about the need to complete stories when he himself has more then ten or fifteen of the uncompleted variety. though i dare say this does seem to make him all the more psychopathic in many ways, it also makes him more ambitious. 

what is it about literature that drives us above and beyond our normal limits of perception, that would make us causem isery to those close to our hearts? is it the need to achieve more and more, to gain that which will enventually and inevitably fade away over the course of time? or is it simple madness which draws us to a near state of comotose like innebriations whilst we hammer away at our keyboards like there red headed step children? i might address that that last annalogy was aimed directly at morgan himself.

next we have demeonte, or devin. again, i referr to his real name, instead of his alias. although i cant say that, like his friend delmer, he has a knack for writing chapters like i do. he does have a way with words. so much so that the good doctor has perscribed us the duty of copypasting all of his works into a singluar volume. which thus far has failed since demeonte, or devin has strayed away from this coastline of thinking and has proceeded with all due promiscuity to post them in the project quickies. not ot the dtrement of my own self indulgence with this act. as i have posted a few to several works in the quickie section, as had delmer and morgan as well.

it seems through a varied focus that we are infact, slaves to morgans wishes regaurding ourworks. and though we are free, to some extent, the fact remains that the only godsend is this freakishly large and disproportionate house of his that we all currently have residence. the rumored two new house mates have died under, lets just say, mysterious circumstances? although i dare not point the finger at anyone, it might seem as though delmer, the most spirited of our group, and certainly the most vigorous one at that. had some anger issues regaurding the shorter and portlier of the two.

though this does free up two extra rooms, out of the hundreds availible to us in this most peculiar of lodgings. i must request a simple thank you from morgan from all the hard work we have done up to this point. a combined total of long hours, sleed deprevation, and somewhat interesting interactions have resulted in a minor loss of interest  on some of our more... oh whats the word im looking for... abrasive content. 

last but not certainly least, we have delmer. excuse me for  using such vulgar terms outside of writing fiction, but i do beleive the delmer is an ****, and was quite possibly dropped on his head during child birth. this might explain the many peculiar habits of his during off hours, and must recently explain the disapearance of one of the two house guest. im sure to recieve some sort of lashing for my undenying words of honor form this pest. but i dont seem to enjoy his company, nor his contributions at all. the simple fact that delmer is and always will be at the bottom of the teams totem poll is nothing short of unsurprising.

i must retire for now. the pizza delivery man is here and its my turn to pay the bill. again.