They were old.
Here is a fresh one.
I made the arts and put them on the Newgrounds. They are there.
I live now. The future gleams a grey, fruitless glow. A blank wall spanning into the fathoms of infinity. With a steady hand and a single breath, I raise my hand, and leap forth, ensuring that neither the color, nor the sound, dies.
A dark hole by the tracks
Joined on 10/18/07