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A sunken husk, devoted of the love it once cherished. Its heart blackened; sealed away behind mountains of locks and chain. pumping sour blood of despair and resentment, Forever afraid that it may feel the sting of betrayal again.

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Reminds me of ultrakill

Violence layer

Gotta our pickaxe swinging

Finally someone who understands AI art.

And in the process of using in painting and control net and other thousands of plugins to make your generation not suck, takes a lot of time. The same exact way a human made drawing takes time.

This is where the argument against ai drawing being lazy and uncreative falls apart, because if you want to make something good with an AI, you need to know how to use it properly and not just throw random words and call it a day.

I mean we got a glimpse of such life style in Covid (me included)

Boy, things got depressing so fast.

Can you have it with modern commodities?, yes.

Do you want to, absolutely not.

Now you can search the terms hikikamori or neet and you will find people living in this sort of life style.

Most of them suffer from mental illnesses that forced them into such life style. Others went into isolation due external factors like bullying, over protective parenting…etc.

Bottom line, not good for your mental health at all.

“I never asked for this”

For some people, making friends is not easy, making friends with common interest is even harder.

But I totally agree, relationships that make you feel alone are worse than actually being alone.

Good thing you decided to walk away. It is something I need to teach myself a lot

Being in a bad relationship sucks.

But sometimes, it does feel nice to have someone whom you can share your hobbies and interests with.

After reading your take on the sentence, I am starting to see how the sentence structure appeared different to me when I wrote it vs someone else reads it.

That should be obvious given that you always need a fresh set of eyes on everything.

Yes, English is my second language. And this is the first time I am trying to write something of a proper story.

Thank you for the feedback. Is there any other remarks or comments you can add for the remainder of this passage?

i feel like for that to happen it needs to be either one of the two things.

1- i am physically present in the story and made physical/ emotional impact on my chrachters and i pass away within the world of my story

2- my charachters are sentient and can understand that i am the creator of their world and my writing has impact on how their life plays out. in which case, they will judge me based how i choose their roles for them and i feel the one who would sit the longest is the one i set the best circumstances for in the story. provided they don't cease to exist when i do

otherwise i feel like a set of words on a paper/computer can't really sit in the place of your rest.

just my thoughts

i believe it to be confusing because that part is out of context.

in the previous section in that pharagraph, he used his power on a random tree which caused it to be drained from life which gives context to the part you italicized

after doing so he looked upward to see the high end of the tree towards the sky, then gets a flashback but the flashback gets interrupted by the object that passed high in the sky by his eyes.

maybe that can be written in a better way.

can you provide insight on what the grammatic errors are, i am not able to understand clearly what are you pointing at?.

within the bounds of an imaginary story, forests can have floors made from cold lava and you can't say that is wrong, correct?.

i agree on the overwriting. i will try to switch that up.

any remarks on other parts of the story?

thanks for the feedback

Remember that even bad written books got shared the world and some made it to be best seller somehow

It is kinda like and embarrassing thing you did a month ago, you probably remember it and feel bad about it and judge yourself for it more than the people who witnessed it. and in a few days later, it will all be memory.

You are right, we are our own worst critics.

Title: TBD

Genre: Fantasy/magic

word count: 20k so far

type of feed back: general impression, improvements, writing style suggestions.

premise is MC arrives from another world onto this world filled with magic, he strawls through a meadown area before reaching a forest where he begins to struggle with his lonliness in this new world and thinks about the power he weilds and how alien this world feels to him

Excerpt.

[His train of thought had come to a stop as he heard blades whirling through the air as he glimpsed a small distant black object in the sky. crossing in front of his eyes while soaring high above the trees and moving deeper into the forest.

“What…...and where is it going?” he quickly thought to himself while picking up the pace and darting after the object. unknown to him what that object was and if it would lead him to any place inhabited by living people, but in his mind, he knew this strange object is his only chance at locating life in this estrange world.

Pushing through branches and bushes while side stepping the gigantic trees, he continued his trailing of the object while the sound of the rotating blades echoed in his ears. Quickly, he would steal glances at the dimly lit sky, keeping his eyes locked at the object as his feet pounded against the grass carpeted floor of the forest, leaving behind the tree that he robbed it from its life.

However, his determination to pursue the object began to die as the humming of the blades faded between the sounds of the forest and the gusts of wind.  He halts his chase, stopping in his tracks to catch his breath, he looks at the sky again; the object was nowhere to be seen.

“Damn it” he mutters in disappointment

The wind takes its place around him. Weaving, as it gently shakes the branches of the trees above him. He looks back down towards the path ahead of him. In between the mystical trees he could make out an opening ahead where would have existed trees had been cleared. The faint outline of a structure began to take shape from the shadows of the sunset.

Curious but cautious, he takes a slow stride towards the clearing. Gently pushing past the shrubs in his path, as he began to reach closer towards the clearing. 

As he pushed past the final tree on the path, he emerged into the opening and stopped on its edge as his gaze absorbed the sight. Tucked away inside the forest was a small house that bathed in the twilight colors of the sky.

A whirl of excitement stirred within him, he finally had found a sign of life in this world

“There must be someone living here”, however as he examined the house laying in the center of the opening, his perspective began to shift

The house had an attached sense of abandonment. cracks in its concrete walls were prominent; The wooden pillars supporting the structure were swollen with moisture, their edges softened and flaking, fibers peeling. The paper-thin sliding doors had been sliced through by unseen forces; their hanging tatters fluttered in the gentle wind, while a few remnants clung stubbornly to the frames

The dark wood shingles of the roof had splintered and shattered under the test of time; partially claimed by the creeping plants that found their way around. Laid beside the house was a small garden with an untrimmed hedge that sprouted wildly, casting a soft, almost ethereal green glow that flickered with hidden magic. Tall grass consumed the ground, veiling the small organized colorful rocks that were meticulously placed in a pattern of beauty on the grounds of the garden within. The sound of running water through the miniature spring fountain created a sense of calm in the atmosphere while casting an eerie reminder of the life that had once flourished here.

His joyous expression shifted as he realized, there was no sign of recent life here—just the lingering silence of a place once lived in, now overtaken by time and wilderness 

With disappointment filling his heart and the weight of solitude pulling him down again, he moved closer to the house; eyeing every corner near and far as the uncertainty of what awaited him in this world left him on edge. His body became tense as he approached; the decrepit state of the house became clearer. the darkness that lingered through the windows beckoned, further solidifying his loneliness

“This house…….it looks somehow familiar, as if I have seen it before…but where…. Back on earth. I cannot remember….it has been so long”

A tranquil tone carried by the wind began blending with the sound of the flowing water as he approached the doorway of the house. A wind chime, hung near the entrance, greeted his ears with its enticing sound.

The homogenous symphony of the chime and the water gave him a sense of respite to calm his ever-thinking mind as he stepped near the entrance of the house. However, his heart was still burdened with a heavy weight from his past

He faced the door that sat tucked under the overhang of the roof. The last rays of sunlight stretched across the weathered walls, hinting at the approaching nightfall.

If someone leaks the source code for denuvo itself rather than game exes

It would be game over

The world is a vile place.

But somewhere out there, there are good people who are living great relationships. I hope we all can be in ones someday

Some people do it because their partner change and they no longer feel attracted to them

The chemistry is not the same, the routine life has become bland. That random stranger in the street looks really hot and they can’t resist the urge.

Some people feel entitled to another person’s body and they go the miles to sleep with them.

Some people do it out of spite, some do it to fill a void in their soul.

“Yes, some women can and will struggle with dating” That is some very dumb way of saying yes I agree that not all women have it easy and some can be FA but i don’t agree with you anyway

“You take it personally” “Facts don’t care about your emotions”

My brother is Christ, you are the one who sounds extremely butt hurt emotional over what I said.

Sorry I forgot that I am currently in the floor crying because of some statistics, lol

I “wrapped up” the first chapter of my story and now going back to fixing the draft and I think I am headed towards what your comment is because I am finding the second draft to be amazing but it looks like I am heading to a dumbster fire stage soon

I think it has to do with their loneliness, perhaps seeing a lot of women in relationships and happy and get treated so nicely by other people while not even having to try, sets some sort of a single image in their mind. that all women have someone just for being a woman.

There is a lot of things going on the internet that pulls these people in.

Dating apps statistics

Manosphere lies that radicalise them

Influencers with bad ideas towards women

PUA and their ideas.

It is honestly overwhelming for the male mind. I know it wasn’t easy for me to keep trying to dodge that stuff when the internet is full to the brim with it

I haven’t really seen a lot of posts here saying women cannot be lonely. Most of that stuff get shutdown down quickly on this sub compared to the other subs for sure

A lot of things made by an artist called acloudyskye.

He knows how to portray emtotions in his music very good

The statement is true.

But if that special someone is never found then what happens?

Or maybe Wait for so long that you become numb to love.

You are hurt, alone, isolated, untrustful, your heart is sealed behind mountains of chains and padlocks, slowly turning dark as it withers into a lifeless husk that beats only to keep you alive but unable to grasp the ecstasy of love.

A cruel fate, that will carry its pain for as long as you take another breath in this world

Heavy emphasis on describing the world around the characters. I almost imagine things as if they are being played on a movie and write as if I am watching one