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For a long period now I have had no moose in my backyard. The critiscism here was so hard after releasing our fifteenth moose-danstragavanza that I couldn't take it anymore, and tried to keep silent here. I was posting to or three demos at times, but not in the mega extent of the past. Though I felt like oppressing myself to not look like a joke because I'm identified as this anymore and it's hard to remove that image from my mind. There are periods when I only make bullshit prods on pouet, but there are also times when I make serious productions and win competitions despite being hated by the chief of democrew. Notice how nice I was after releasing World Domination, but then chaos again. Now someone thumbs down my poems to ducks because they say I'm always a troll. Not that I care about the thumb down because there are too many possitive comments to be disturbed, but what he wrote in his comment saddened me by implying who I was and maybe that I still am. I'm going to get my janitor diploma in 8 days, and also the Salvation Army is calling on me. It's closed. Maybe the Salvation Army helps me to physically quit the scene, but I felt the urge to post my drug-induced ramblings one last time. I desperately need attention even though I have nothing to offer but social drama and all-singing all-dancing moose.

I know this is ridiculous, so why am I still posting?

OH NOES! :(((

Sounds like somebody needs more cowbell.

yes! that's the way you can make a comeback again :)