Latest Posts by syloboy - Page 3

[ sylo ] maz, te a luokku foch ze?

[ ??? ] auv.

[ sylo ] sahu, sahu, a'kk te az. yivz, nach xu vexu zaxu.

I just want some peace.

I desire some rest.

I can't ever please

this thing I possess.

I feel so confined,

but I force a smile.

I want out of my mind.

just for a while...

...i should share some of my characters, huh?

[ sylo ] finally, they let me use the blog. i don't get it... why make an account using my name, but not let me on for so long? eh, i'm sure they have their reasons. but for now...

let the story begin.

yeah, i'm letting him out tomorrow. have fun.

syloboy can be a bit excitable around new people, so be warned.

YA KNOW WHAT

i'm gonna let him on.

spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.

@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.

YA KNOW WHAT

i'm gonna let him on.

spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.

@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.

i've too many characters already. please. stop giving me more ideas to add.

unless you wish to spend hours talking about every single character i've made, because i may be forgetful, but i remember everything about my characters.

still don't know if that's a blessing or a curse, but i've got over a hundred google docs about my storyverse.

So, I created a character. They're a protective being who chooses to let most others see them only as a transparent green eye, they are used as an in-plot explanation for the powerups of the game, and they're in love with the Wario-esque protagonist who is mad at Lucifer himself for stealing his booze and has seen the eye's true form. I have no idea what their name will be and I am practically refusing to care at this point.

OOH, I COULD NAME THEM, IF YOU WISH! :D

HI

hello.

based on some of the characters I've made, after looking a bit more closely... I may have a problem.

I nod thoughtfully. "I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

She smiles again. Any time. By the way, your brother is a real charmer.

I chuckle and say "well, he was supposed to go meet some characters today."

I glance over at Shaper, who replies "hey, none of those characters can even hold a candle to this one."

Andromeda blushes, and sits back down with Shaper, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Arianna smirks and leans over to me, saying "eh, I'll give 'em a month."

I lean over to her and l respond "heh, I'm not so sure. I know Shaper, and he isn't the kinda guy to just last a month in a relationship.

I'll give them a week, tops."

I'm gonna be sketching some of my character designs.

I'll probably post them if I ever finish them.

Or start them.

So look forward to my shitty artwork, because I'm not giving you a choice.

After my daily dose of annoying Max, I put in my earbuds and play some lo-fi, while unconsciousness slowly wraps me up in her sweet imbrace.

…

"Your time is almost at hand, son.

Play your part well."

…

I wake up in a cold sweat, paralyzed with fear. I don't know why, but I feel like something big is gonna happen soon. That voice… where do I know it from?

What did I dream about again?

Regardless, I find the strength to get out of bed. I'll need some water after… whatever just happened.

I look around to try to find the clock. It's two in the morning.

Yeah.

I have a love/hate relationship with my writing.

I can be making something that I think is the funniest shit I've ever come up with, and then the very next combination of words I happen to conjure into existence makes me say "what the fuck am I doing" out loud.

Y'all ever just have those kinds days where you look back on it and be like "yup, that was a day. That day some things that happened, and those things that happened were on that day. Like, can you believe that? And that day was one of the days that happened to be just that: a day. It was truly a day indeed."

Okay, so I may or may not be getting a drawing tablet in a few months, so the comic is on hold until then, as well as the break.

Story is doing well, though.

Uh...

I have some new character concepts...

Um...

Okay, I've run out of things to say. See ya.

i may or may not be back temporarily because i may or may not have finished chapter 3 of my book and may or may not be taking a break for a while before continuing.

A lot of my characters in my books are inspired by music. The vibes the music encapsulates within itself is one of my main sources of character ideas.

So if you ever read a work of mine and get the vague feeling that you want to listen to Camelia or Tally Hall, now you know why.

"We've got another one!"

Another day, another breach. These monsters keep on coming, no matter how hard we try to push back.

"We can't hold them back for much longer! Letis 1 is down, and letis 2 is dead, we need backup!"

Letis, a group of the best ranking overseers in the [REDACTED]. And already their best 2 are out for the count.

Being a [REDACTED] overseer is challenging. You can get stabbed in the back, swallowed alive, brutalized, mauled, crushed, snapped, grinded, rent apart, all by creatures from the darkest depths of your imagination.

"Griat 7 is down! I repeat: all of Griat 7 is down!"

Griat 7: a team that specializes in monster suppression and capture. But as for something of this scale, I can understand why they were taken down so fast.

"Listen, we need reinforcements now! We can't fend off all of these abominations off for much longer!"

The rolling hills seemed to stretch forever, the bright green grass glistening with morning dew as the sun slowly rose from its resting place.

But amidst all of this, something stood out. A spinning mass of glowing blue particles, rotating around something unseen. An arm reached out from the swirling particles, and then they all dissolved.

"You're our only hope now."

I'm about to have my villain origin story soon because I'm listening to 7 conversations happening at once with no conversation of my own to distract me from the others.

Me, phone off, stylus put away, no notebook or pencils in sight: "man, I can't wait to draw my characters for the stories I'm writing!"

Me, stylus in hand on ibis paint: "ah yes, what a horrific abomination I've created today."

Me, listening to music, Google docs closed: "man, I've got so many cool ideas for some books."

Me, Google doc open on the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard: "this shit has so many plot holes that just reading it is a tripping hazard."

I was rereading steel ball run, and...

Do y'all ever just stop thinking and let your brain take control of your thoughts?

I was walking around one day, and my phone died, so no music. So I was walking back home, and all I could do was listen as my brain just went everywhere all the time. "Jeez, I'm really in the mood for pizza hut. Yo, chipotle sounds pretty good right now. Man, that one thing I did back in 4th grade was pretty edgy, right? Oh yeah, I forgot I had 3 cats at home, despite how much of my life they take up. Yo, I just had a great idea for the next verse of my song I'm writing- wait, I can't write it down, my phone is dead. Damn, my feet hurt so much. I should probably walk around more often to stretch those muscles again. I need a massage. I wonder how many pancakes it would take to crush Ohio. What would happen if I- oh, I'm home? Welp, time to charge my phone and drink half a gallon of chocolate milk in 30 seconds."

Welp, it's happened again.

Yet another death to add to the counter.

What am I missing?

What do I need to do?

Ah, no matter. I'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, I've gotta just keep trying.

I'm in an endless war, after all.

And when I can be reborn anew, I can retry as much as I need to.

just some person on the internet with big ambitions and bigger stories.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, quips, quibbles, quotes, critiques, criticisms, and/or complements, feel free to speak your mind.

if you don't like my story ramblings, head over to @jumbleverse for whatever I post there.

So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.

I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.