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My dearest Samuel;
I am writing this to explain, explain what has happened.
We spent many happy days, and nights with each other. These memories will last forever, surely?
I nurtured you from a young age, as you grew, so did I. My complexity was becoming suited to your ability, I cared for you. Nothing can replace these reminiscences.
I became more abstract, more daring, you liked that. But originality was the key, I started to lose track. You often stared at me, as if to say ‘You’re not the one I remember’. I sickened myself.
I tried to redeem, I sincerely did, you started to lose faith, I could tell. I knew you, I knew you more than anyone else did. But you, my son, were demanding the same creativity you once remembered as a child.
You loved every minute. But you knew it wouldn’t last, you knew it couldn’t. You could read statistics and figures. You tried to ignore them, I know you did. But you knew I was dying.
No one could stop the death of me.
When the lights were out, I could see you gaping, peacefully, a tear fell from your drowsy eye. This is when I tried to put up a fight. It was me and you, versus the world. The world and those damn statistics. I hate those figures so much, they were the ones who killed me. You know that.
I threw in my lifeline.
It was a desperate attempt, of survival.
I was fed the statistics sheets, evidently, it was the end. Nothing could save me. It’s not my fault.
We will always remember the times we had. We will have these memories, but that’s all we shall have. Maybe we will meet again, no promises made, my son.
I’m still around, in spirit, in your heart…
I’ll see you around Sam.
Sincerely
SEGA
The mortals of gaming…
I am writing this to explain, explain what has happened.
We spent many happy days, and nights with each other. These memories will last forever, surely?
I nurtured you from a young age, as you grew, so did I. My complexity was becoming suited to your ability, I cared for you. Nothing can replace these reminiscences.
I became more abstract, more daring, you liked that. But originality was the key, I started to lose track. You often stared at me, as if to say ‘You’re not the one I remember’. I sickened myself.
I tried to redeem, I sincerely did, you started to lose faith, I could tell. I knew you, I knew you more than anyone else did. But you, my son, were demanding the same creativity you once remembered as a child.
You loved every minute. But you knew it wouldn’t last, you knew it couldn’t. You could read statistics and figures. You tried to ignore them, I know you did. But you knew I was dying.
No one could stop the death of me.
When the lights were out, I could see you gaping, peacefully, a tear fell from your drowsy eye. This is when I tried to put up a fight. It was me and you, versus the world. The world and those damn statistics. I hate those figures so much, they were the ones who killed me. You know that.
I threw in my lifeline.
It was a desperate attempt, of survival.
I was fed the statistics sheets, evidently, it was the end. Nothing could save me. It’s not my fault.
We will always remember the times we had. We will have these memories, but that’s all we shall have. Maybe we will meet again, no promises made, my son.
I’m still around, in spirit, in your heart…
I’ll see you around Sam.
Sincerely
SEGA
The mortals of gaming…
No probs.
I think Melancholy was being like that to lower your chance of winning GAD for this and increasing his for his posts.
So really, what he meant to say was "good post"
I think Melancholy was being like that to lower your chance of winning GAD for this and increasing his for his posts.
So really, what he meant to say was "good post"
Cheers Reload :-)
I disagree.
That was a charming post.
That was a charming post.
Not subtle enough.
My dearest Samuel;
I am writing this to explain, explain what has happened.
We spent many happy days, and nights with each other. These memories will last forever, surely?
I nurtured you from a young age, as you grew, so did I. My complexity was becoming suited to your ability, I cared for you. Nothing can replace these reminiscences.
I became more abstract, more daring, you liked that. But originality was the key, I started to lose track. You often stared at me, as if to say ‘You’re not the one I remember’. I sickened myself.
I tried to redeem, I sincerely did, you started to lose faith, I could tell. I knew you, I knew you more than anyone else did. But you, my son, were demanding the same creativity you once remembered as a child.
You loved every minute. But you knew it wouldn’t last, you knew it couldn’t. You could read statistics and figures. You tried to ignore them, I know you did. But you knew I was dying.
No one could stop the death of me.
When the lights were out, I could see you gaping, peacefully, a tear fell from your drowsy eye. This is when I tried to put up a fight. It was me and you, versus the world. The world and those damn statistics. I hate those figures so much, they were the ones who killed me. You know that.
I threw in my lifeline.
It was a desperate attempt, of survival.
I was fed the statistics sheets, evidently, it was the end. Nothing could save me. It’s not my fault.
We will always remember the times we had. We will have these memories, but that’s all we shall have. Maybe we will meet again, no promises made, my son.
I’m still around, in spirit, in your heart…
I’ll see you around Sam.
Sincerely
SEGA
The mortals of gaming…
I am writing this to explain, explain what has happened.
We spent many happy days, and nights with each other. These memories will last forever, surely?
I nurtured you from a young age, as you grew, so did I. My complexity was becoming suited to your ability, I cared for you. Nothing can replace these reminiscences.
I became more abstract, more daring, you liked that. But originality was the key, I started to lose track. You often stared at me, as if to say ‘You’re not the one I remember’. I sickened myself.
I tried to redeem, I sincerely did, you started to lose faith, I could tell. I knew you, I knew you more than anyone else did. But you, my son, were demanding the same creativity you once remembered as a child.
You loved every minute. But you knew it wouldn’t last, you knew it couldn’t. You could read statistics and figures. You tried to ignore them, I know you did. But you knew I was dying.
No one could stop the death of me.
When the lights were out, I could see you gaping, peacefully, a tear fell from your drowsy eye. This is when I tried to put up a fight. It was me and you, versus the world. The world and those damn statistics. I hate those figures so much, they were the ones who killed me. You know that.
I threw in my lifeline.
It was a desperate attempt, of survival.
I was fed the statistics sheets, evidently, it was the end. Nothing could save me. It’s not my fault.
We will always remember the times we had. We will have these memories, but that’s all we shall have. Maybe we will meet again, no promises made, my son.
I’m still around, in spirit, in your heart…
I’ll see you around Sam.
Sincerely
SEGA
The mortals of gaming…