ZeroAnd09

Writr Publisher: Writr Platform: Windows 8 Price: Free! Journals.  We've all had them.  More often than not, they were cheap little things that got lost so frequently that having two or three on hand was mandatory.  We all know the real journals were the ones that had equally cheap locks on them to keep parents and siblings out.  A shame that lock never stopped mom's bobby pin.  As people grow, they typically grow out of keeping a journal, diary, log.  There simply isn't enough time to do it, you don't want to recap mundane events, or you just don't know what to write about.

Another month and another prompt.  This prompt will be a link, because of spoilers.  So if you don't want to spoil the story, don't click the link. PROMPT “Who is that man there?” bellowed the giant as he sat. “Keep your voice down, you damned fool!” hissed his smaller counterpart. 

I've whipped up some Heroes of the Storm wallpapers for your consumption.  All are 1920x1080. (2016-03-15) Edit: Updated with additional heroes.

Lately, I’ve been struggling with my depression.  Like some great beast, it swallows me whole without warning.  And when people try to cheer me up or get me to snap out of it, I’ve been responding with this picture.  I found it in the annals of the Internet and I’ve not found anything since that so accurately describes depression.

After much waiting, and a very enticing price drop, I’ve finally acquired Destiny . Granted, it was for Xbox 360, so I’m not getting it in all its glory. But it’s hard to justify the cost of a new console for one game.  Unless that game is Bloodborne . But I digress. Thus far, I’m only level 14 on my titan and have just opened up Mars. The reason I finally bought the game was solely due to the demo that’s available on Xbox Live. There was something refreshing about it.  From the quirkiness of Ghost to the way the Fallen induce fear into me, it served as a great break from MMOs. The combat was spot on and I needed something beyond GTA V to bring me back to a console.

The prompt for this month was "All Hands In".  I had a very hard time coming up with something for this.   --- The storm outside raged and howled.  It was the deafening crack of thunder that woke me from my troubled slumber.  With the flash of violet light still painting the stone walls, I jolted upright in a panic.  Sweat dripped from my worried brow as I looked around the stark room, trying to remember where I was.  My shaking hand tugged at the soaked fabric of my shirt, absent-mindedly rubbing at the sore spot on my chest.  The salt-infused liquid seeped through bandages and into the ragged open wound on my palm.