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CapricornLucky number: 67Lucky color: cat vomitLove: You are going to find love in a hopeless place (the pyramid’s massage chairs in front of the dollorama)Money: You are going to find 25 cents on the floor and start crying in joy. General: Have you been feeling it? It changed, didn’t it? You have been trying to convince yourself that it has always been there, but you know deep inside that you just woke up one morning and felt it inside your skin. Does it move? Can you even sometimes hear it move? You would like it to go away, wouldn’t you?…

When one hears the word system, many things can come to mind. Some will think of an order of operations or in other words, what keeps relationships (both corporal and friendly) going. Others will think of coding and the systems which are used to make machines run. However, the word system inspires in me a different idea. The definition which I think of is that of the screen or object which one uses to keep track of their stats. What I mean by this isn’t statistics themselves but the numbers one finds in games like DnD and other incremental RPGs…

In late February of 2026, CAPCOM released a new opus to the Resident Evil franchise. So far, feedback has been overwhelmingly positive. As a big fan of Resident Evil in general, but unable to play the game due to its very high graphics (and also price), I have resorted to watching other people play it. Nevertheless, Resident Evil Requiem is a masterpiece of a game. I believe I know enough about this franchise and what I have seen from other content creators to make a decent enough review of this game.  Starting off with the obvious, the character designs are…

i woke up in the sand and saw the burning hillsof burial mounds, smell of children's hair in flamesover the sunken horizon i stood here in the ashes of broken cavitiesalmost beaming too hollowto needto be call greedy for crumbs crumbs of twisted liesa feast with hidden razors to sharpen my tongue,  dried saliva hanging doe eyes ignite, sparkle dot inside a dead tunnel  as i hold a never-ending grieving heartpounding like mother beside my eardrumsignoring the spirals from all the forever blind eyes

This, I propose to you,A love story, not simply of the other,But also simply of you, too.So listen to my tale of monster;For to love another, you need to love yourself.And to love yourself, you need to know yourself. Sat a spirit, lonely on a tomb,Lonely as a wandering spirit.Perched, a girl, on a forgotten doom,Forgotten as an old candle lit;Never did they know fate would strike.Always did they think they would never like. In a foggy cemetery,A single mourning spirit waited in tearObserving the scenery.The cold cold scenery of fear;How long had it already been?How much time had it…

I feel like an influencer doing this. These are just a list of habits that I’m either doing or that I want to implement in my life. I thought it would be nice to share. Phone close or on ‘Do Not Disturb’ and out of reach from your bed. I don’t know about you, but there’s nothing I hate more than hearing my phone buzz right as I’m about to doze off. (It’s even more frustrating when it’s only a weather notification.) Therefore, I put my phone on DND or I close it completely. As for keeping it out of…

Nothing matters.I doubt I will get to live to a hundred.Nothing matters.I will be forgotten a hundred years after that.Nothing matters.I will rot away and my name will be forgotten.Nothing matters.I am only one of a hundred billions who have died.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. No one will remember “Rose,”Who was born in the 2000s,Who hated herself,And hated the world around her.Rose will be a single name among so many others.Roses wither too.I am not alone with that name.That doesn’t matter; nothing matters. I walk in the cemetery.Truly a beautiful place, is it not?Nothing is calmer than the dead.I envy…

i'm being devoured by every memory i've ever hadlike Alice in Wonderland drowning the room out.a strange stillness. if you incline your ear toward me,you could hear the tranquillity of the flow.colours fading into waves,iridescent blue snapsuntil saltwater anesthetizes my lungs. i effortlessly swallow myself down.only eyes talkingit's silence. (they whisper too softly for anyone to hear)

Contrary to popular belief, improvisation wasn't created in 1977 by the “Ligue nationale d’improvisation” (LNI). In fact, this form of theatre has existed for so many years that it's impossible to pinpoint its exact origin. We can see it present at various points in history, all over the world. The LNI is considered the mother of all leagues, at least in Quebec. It was the first, and its impact was so significant that public interest and demand led to the creation of numerous leagues throughout the province. Even though the true origins of this art form are practically untraceable, its…

The sands where a desert once lay,Now gone, soil and mud in its way. The desert the siren went, he who brought rain,Protect and aid he did, but never could he reign. From olden lands, now forgotten and deadThis man came, alongside his old friendProtectors of that land they were, now those of new,To live anew, leaving old fates behind, he withdrew. Oh but follow the anarchist, those old fates do,Perhaps as blessing or curse, the man knew not,Eldritch of old give him powers, lest he forgotWhat They could turn him into. And yet he ran, leaving friend and foe behind.Wings,…