About me?

Self-proclaimed king of sporadic updating. Then again I'm fairly certain other people already gave me that crown without me knowing lmao

Name: Lithuanian name's Mantas, English is Matt

Current Status: Fucking kill me

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Funeral of a Retard

by quite-a-riot

Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to commemorate the passing of Shedauwz, master and slave of the perpetual hangover. Dying suddenly, mid-chapter through a fan fic he will ironically never complete, he will be sorely missed by his hardcore underground cult following. And probably his family. We assume. Every three months or so we will randomly feel the loss of his sporadic updates, and take shots of skittle vodka metaphorically in his honor. In lieu of flowers, all memorial offerings of random curse word filled PMs or smut you wish you had seen in any of his work can be sent to his PM address in the care of his friends, which shall console them in between their weekend benders and alleviate his boredom and satisfy his need to criticize your grammar in the afterlife. In honor of his passing, a small gathering of authors shall be simultaneously getting drunk and writing one-shot while hungover. For details contact his belligerent beta quite-a-riot. May the peace he rests in be VERY REAL.

-I'm not actually dead tho, FYI.

War Journal

December 16, 2017

Not dead. Yet.

I've learned not to lie to people who know me better than my word

And I believe I've learned to filter out the voices in my head (but I'm still not sure)

I've learned failure's not an option, it's frowned upon and rude

And giving up before the bell is something I've learned not to do

I’ve learned how to keep my head above the water line in desperate times

I’ve learned to swim when someone lonely ties an anchor to my legs in spite

I’ve learned to fight, the difference between wrong and right, how to sleep at night

I still don’t have that cartridge but I’m learning how to live in black and white

- Farewell Fighter, "Golden"