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Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, United States
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总时数 29 小时
最后运行日期:10 月 30 日
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最后运行日期:10 月 29 日
总时数 248 小时
最后运行日期:10 月 29 日
DED 10 月 19 日 下午 1:15 
-rep педик
Джон хуйдайвер 10 月 11 日 上午 11:56 
-rep не хочет играть в реди ор хер
Катэнус 10 月 7 日 上午 5:54 
+rep лучший актёр на пх<3
тройная дрель 9 月 23 日 上午 6:41 
-rep, это друг моего сына и он говорит ему играть в фиолетовых мартышек каких то!!!
Анальный Дайвер 9 月 10 日 上午 6:31 
Day 3 without NW. My condition isn't getting any better—I've started seeking a therapist hoping to find answers or atleast to cope in the longevity of time. Minutes felt like centuries and the more I am disconnected from the source of my livelihood, Napoelonic Wars the more it's driving me nuts. I'm starting to hallucinate—I keep hearing voices of my commanders telling me to "blob that line! Shoot the flag!" It's getting worse. I'm starting to hallucinate, I feel like I'm in an actual line battle, skirmish, or cavalry. I've had intense dreams about my comrades dying from rambos. My family's starting to notice the toll that this has given me. Without Napoleonic Wars, my purpose, my meaning in life meant nothing. The world is cruel enough for punishing me in this state of affairs. My arms, they shake from anxiety because I am unaware of what's going on right now. My officer has been immensely crying because without Napoleonic Wars, The connections I've had, I miss those times.
Анальный Дайвер 9 月 8 日 上午 9:05 
Day 1 without NW. I can no longer function without the Napoleonic Wars community. Today, I dropped my pencil in class, it rolled underneath someone else's desk and so I yelled "FLAG UP!" They stared at me in confusion, wondering what I was on about. During a test the next block, the room was quiet, and I was struggling to complete my work. I didn't have the line bonus, but I knew I needed morale, so I said "3, 2, 1, chant!" Nobody chanted. I don't understand why, but my teacher also kicked me out of the classroom for being disruptive. She was clearly selling the battle. At one point during the lunch hour, I can remember seeing a draped flag on the wall. I was yelling "FIRE AND CHARGE IN" multiple times, but my friends and other peers merely sat in silence, glancing at eachother. I shouted for everyone to blob up on me and charge, but instead of charging in, I was asked what I was yelling about.