The Tears of a Madman:
Yeah, but that didn't last long. You just can't stay away. You can slack, but you just can't quit. That and Stitches blowed much ass.
Sean Catlett:
I liked Stitches. My second favorite.
The Tears of a Madman:
I bet you liked "ding" too, huh?
Sean Catlett:
Yep! Your third best!
The Tears of a Madman:
Fag hag. You have horrible taste in cock.
Sean Catlett:
Because it's yours?
The Tears of a Madman:
Exactly.
Yeah, ding. ding won't be found on FFnet because... well, one, FFnet is a hole in the ground filled with shit now, and two, FFnet won't allow all the spaces needed for "effect."
I liked ding too, but only after I re-edited about twenty times.
Sean Catlett:
Where you idea getty for ding, hm?
The Tears of a Madman:
ding is me. Well, not exactly, but a mix of things I both want and hate. The server aspect comes from me wanting to run my own servers, as for the party... that's based on a party I went to a few days before. Remember the girl I was suicidal about? She fucked some guy she never met before and made sure everyone knew it. And I was drunk during this, which didn't make things too pleasant.
No outburst, but a lot of mental stuff. I thought I heard them fucking in a tent (which was empty) and I couldn't stop the visions of seeing them go at it. It was like my mind was mocking me. Having no real way to vent, "ding" was born.
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