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Alright. I've gotten about ten people so far that have asked me to look at their SCPs/review their stuff. It isn't a big thing, but the same issues come up every time. So, here is a basic guide to SCP writing. This should help you write a legitimate SCP. I hope this will help you create a good, well-formatted SCP. Cheers~
1. Grammar is important. You need to keep your grammar in line (no random capitalization/lack thereof, correct spelling, etc) or it'll... basically, it'll look like a toddler's first art project. SCP is made to look official, and if that goes out the window, basically you just have a POS character bio.
2. Remember formats and such. All SCPs will have the following areas to hit:
Special Containment Procedures:
Good SCPs will generally include Addendums, or addons. These will look like this: Addendum 682-A Beyond that, the addendums are pretty much under your control as long as it, once again, looks official.
3. Avoid cookie cutters. Basically, in my eyes, most human SCPs have been made. At least, they always turn out like Jeff the Killer/BEN Drowned/Ticci Toby/etc. This is bad. Would you rather watch the same episode of TV over and over or enjoy the whole series? 'nuff said. Look for inspiration, not plagiarism.
4. Be consistent. Don't put in contradicting information on your SCP, as it drains the story considerably. And yes, an SCP should be a bio and a story wrapped into one. If you can, provide images to show what you're talking about.
5. Be realistic when considering the object class. Everyone wants to make a Keter or Thaumiel; this is not the case for actual classes. Do the box test when thinking about what this thing classifies as. Taken from www.scp-wiki.net/object-classe… What is the Locked Box Test? The Locked Box Test is an informal guideline used to determine an object's most appropriate Object Class. It goes like this:
If you lock it in a box, leave it alone, and nothing bad will happen, then it's probably Safe.
Examples: Zombie Virus, Disappearing Duck
If you lock it in a box, leave it alone, and you're not entirely sure what will happen, then it's probably Euclid.
Examples: Migrating Statue, Starved Strangler
If you lock it in a box, leave it alone, and all hell breaks loose, then it's probably Keter.
Examples: Hard-to-Kill Reptile
If it is the box, then it's probably Thaumiel.
Examples: God, The Universe
Meanwhile, there are several minor classes such as Explained or Neutralized that have their own special meaning.
If you know exactly how something works, then it's probably Explained.
If it has lost its anomalous capabilities through death or other means, then it's probably Neutralized.
Examples: A dead zombie
For instance, Jeff the Killer would likely be, if not Explained, then a very low priority Euclid. Sorry. Slender would classify as a Keter, not Thaumiel, simply because he is very dangerous and would escape the box, but in no way is he the box. This is possibly the most common mistake I see.
6. Be realistic to an extent. Don't just get up and create a character that is Godzilla, Superman, every member of X-men and all of the Marvel universe wrapped into one. It isn't original, and in no way creative. The most popular SCP at the moment is a sculpture that strangles you, keep that in mind. One of the most popular is a rock that makes you procrastinate, which leads me to my next point.
7. Be funny. Be weird. Be... charismatic. Funny SCPs are often more revered than a scary one if only because of the comedy; people like to laugh, so make sure they aren't laughing at how bad your SCP is. So when it comes to this, and I cannot stress this enough, BE CREATIVE. There is nothing I hate more than an overused trope or a gag line that's gone stale.
8. Build it up. Add as much as you can to your SCP, but don't make it too long. Make it a short read, but more than two paragraphs, enough to give the reader a good idea of what you're talking about. If you can't think of enough, that is a bad SCP and should probably not be used. Think of, for lack of a better metaphor, when you have to go to the bathroom and take reading material.
You do not take a scrap of paper in to glance at then leave, because that won't be interesting. And you don't take a huge book, because... well. You have other things on your mind and probably shouldn't carry that while you... excavate, shall we say. Rather, you bring a newspaper or a short book; these are easy to get interested in and don't drag on and on, because friction kills a good story by rug burn. Do you want your story to die by rug burn? No? Good.
9. Get your ideas from anywhere you can find them. I have said multiple times that many of my ideas are heavily elaborated concepts of music videos and books (see: The Luggage, Prox, The Summoning Dark). Just make sure the idea is a good one before spending an hour and a half developing it; this is an art people, not a chore. Keep that in mind, and again, this leads me to the final point I have for you now.
10. Write about what YOU want to write about. You'll get bored quickly if you hate what you do. Just please, for the love of God, if all you can think about is Jeff the Killer and EJ, just don't write SCPs. Those have been done a million times before. So... if you like comedy, write something funny. If you like science, write about science SCPs; they're out there and generally bring good concepts to the table. Random surgery, for instance. Almost any phenomenon can be twisted into an SCP if you love it enough, so...
11. Adding in stupid things takes away from the story. For instance, including about ten thousand [DATA EXPUNGED]s is not going to make it seem mysterious, it will make it seem shabby and half-assed. In another instance, adding in how every other SCP feels about your character is... let's face it, it is asinine. I will say this, no one cares. It literally means nothing. The creators of that character probably don't enjoy your using them in such a manner, and why would that be vaguely relevant? Jeff the Killer does not love your Jane the Killer cookie cutter SCP. I'm sorry.
Basically, avoid fluff. Hell, for that matter, when writing the base document, avoid emotion. Be a robot. Emotion comes into audio logs and things of that sort. Keep it to what you need to say, yeah?
That is all the knowledge I have to share (for now, I will add more if I can think of some). I hope this will help you in your workings, just do me a favor and don't mutilate the SCP Foundation name, and remember, I am always willing to critique/review your SCPs. Just send me a link and I'll go over them; not an image, please, but the actual file. Cheers~
The year is 2011, and an elderly man sits on a park bench in central New York City. The man is almost nondescript for a gentleman of his age, with frayed graying locks dangling hesitantly from his balding scalp; he watches life pass by in fast cars and in the eyes of the people he sees, each one telling a different story, open for him to read as he pleases. None of them his own, he knows the unpleasantness he must return home to; for now, he simply sits wondering what these people do in an imaginary place built on pillars made of ideas and dreams.
The gentleman was named Gary Locke, but known to his veteran friends as 'The Rump' for his uncanny semblance to the fictional character of the Grimm brothers' design. He wore a permanent scowl, as if he distrusted society and the world in general; this was not the case, as his pleasant and warming soul smiled upon creation like water cascading through canopies into the undernourished foliage below. Even now he planned his latest good deed, a plan to save his grandson, Koda, from his own home.
You see, the boy was but a small child of eight, barely a boy and not nearly a man. His mother, Gary's one and only daughter, was, sad to say, an easily addicted soul; the old man pondered how many times she had to have been bailed out of jail or, when money was tight, forced to sleep there for the night. But Gary held no grudges, as it was his philosophy that freedom was universal; he loved his daughter no matter what she did to herself. But, he mused, keeping young Koda in that environment would be irresponsible, not only for her but for himself; he owed her the safety of her son to say the least.
It was with this mindset the man rose from the bench, struggling with the effort pressed onto him from age and arthritic crackling bones, and ascended into the night sky. He smelled the wet air of the riverside and fish markets nearby; his apartment was close and, as with many thanks from his easily tired legs, so was his daughter’s. He would pay them a visit before returning home for the night, perhaps she could be reasoned with. He pulled on his slightly oversize jacket and adjusted his glasses and away he went, fiddling with various other accessories of clothing as he trod down his own path.
The man trembles as he walks, meticulously planning every step as his frail frame meanders down the sidewalk; many unpleasant sites are seen on the way to his daughter's house, as is customary for a metropolis avenue. He sees blatant graffiti spitting profanity on the denizens passing by, plaguing the once beautiful walls of now rotting buildings, towering over the heads of people. And inside, yelling can be heard, fear is thick in the air as our protagonist, a mere old man in a shabby outfit of grey slacks and a red hat; at one point his straw hat even flew off of his head. The city itself practically watched as he wandered and dawdled through the streets, mumbling to himself.
At last, the old man reached his daughter, Marissa Locke's, housing. This domicile was situated just over the docks and inland a few blocks in a shabby rundown former tenement named, satirically, "Paradise". He knocked on the door of the building and waited a few moments before a pair of eyes appeared in the latch of the door. "Who is it?" inquired a young voice, Latino by the sounds of it.
"Ah, young man, why is there no device here? I could simply call my daughter before..."
He was cut off abruptly. "Yeah, yeah old man. Who you here to see? You Marlene's man now? That's some sick shit, man, dating a girl her age." His spit of anger might have melted the iron door with the amount of caustic emotion behind it.
"Wha...? No, no, I'm here to see Marissa, my daughter. Is she in?" Gary Locke looked frightened by the youth, though he could not see him.
"Yeah, yeah... So you're Marissa's old man, right? Tell her I said hi, will yah? Tell her I been thinking about her for me, will you, old man?" The door swung open to reveal a tanned gentleman with a thin mustache. Black hair adorned his cranium, with deep brown eyes peering at Mr. Locke. He looked nervous, and had an oily look about him. "I said, will you tell her, old man?"
"Yes, of course..." Skittering away and feeling threatened by the young man, Mr. Locke worked his way up the hazardous stairs, each one creaking with his weight underneath it as the youth returned to his spot at the desk. The walls of the building were chipped, paint peeling off visibly. Locke hated to think of his daughter in such a place, but nonetheless reality must be seen. He climbed the mountain of stairs, gripping the shoddy rail as he walked. Among his greatest fears were heights or, more accurately, the danger of falling from them. It was with this notion in mind that he peered down the spiraling rectangular stairs and saw the bottom several stories below. Why the top floor?
Gary, sweating with effort and near collapsing, reached the top floor and knocked tiredly on his daughter's door. Room 703. Such an odd favorite number. He remembered with fondness the day his daughter, age seven, told him it was her favorite number. "Why's that, sweetie?" the young Gary had asked, genuinely interested in the girl's exploits.
"Well, Daddy, it's your age, plus my age, plus mommy's age, and all of our uncles and aunts combined, their age too! Isn't that cool?"
Gary had later done the math because he had very little to do, and found that the number was really 467, but he wouldn't dare tell her she was wrong. Such a big family to support her... she never came to us. I wonder why.
The door opened to a picture of poverty; a malnourished woman with stringy knotted blonde hair, darkened by lack of sunlight stood there in a grey tank top and grey shorts. Her eyes, faded blue, peered at the man in the failing dark, and, with recognition, allowed the body to open its arms, frail to the bone, and hug the figure in the hallway; her Daddy was home.
"Hey Dad! What brings you here?"
"My girl, I've come to talk about Koda."
Her smile faded, hiding once again the yellowing teeth. A hostile stance took its place, and in a voice cloaked with monotony she said, "Come in. Sit down."
The man strode in weakly, feeling all the more the ravages of old age. He took off his jacket and hat and placed them beside him as he sat on the stained couch. "Please, just... reconsider. You can see him whenever you like..."
Again he was cut off, this time by his own daughter. "No, Dad. Just... he's my baby, okay?"
The man sighed with shame, not for himself but for his daughter. She didn't understand that if it wasn't him, it was the government; they had given him a month to get the child out of the house before they took him away. "I'll do it," he had said. He had dropped a tear on the way out, as he knew it would be hard to look his baby in the eye and tell her "I don't trust you." His heart ached looking at her, and it was then he noticed what was on the table. He reached for it, but his daughter, clearly shaken, snatched it from his grasp.
"Was that what I think it was...?" A clear syringe and small packets, barely the size of sugar packets at a coffee house. No, not my baby, please...
"Dad, it isn't what you..."
"No!" The man burst out, suddenly angry, angry at the world for corrupting his daughter, angry at himself for losing her, and angry in general for God's mistake. All this anger unfurled itself in his gut; he could use it, harness it to convince her. "NO! You have been irresponsible, you have been... no better than your mother!" I've gone too far... She hasn't been the same since she left.
The girl shook where she stood, and Gary stood up to console her. He stopped halfway to her, in the middle of the room. He felt around for support, something to hold, and grabbed the couch. I'm having a heart attack...
The girl turned and, eyes ripe with fury, grabbed him by his shoulders. "NEVER say that to me! You're a senile old man, what do you know?" She pushed him towards her balcony. "I asked you, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" and shoved again; blinded with anger, she kept pushing her father towards the open windowed door to the balcony.
I'm having a heart attack... How can I tell her...
She pushed him once more, and he fell back on the iron railing; she held him by his shoulders, bent over him, mouth frothing. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" And, as the old man clutched his chest and tried to resist, Marissa Locke forced her father over the railing and onto the pavement below; with the sickening crack! that followed, she exited the daze she had been in and realized what she had done. To make matters worse, she heard a faint "Mommy...?" behind her. Turning, she saw her son, Koda, hiding halfway behind a wall.
"Mommy... why?" Tears were visible in his eyes. She tried to approach him, now weak in the knees, but... he ran, out the door.
Koda Locke, the bastard son of Marissa Locke and father unknown, was never seen again.
Hello guys, I figured out that I could put this into my featured artwork portal if I created it like this. I will be deleting the Songs and Lyrics Index journal, because now it is obsolete. I will update this at least once a week. Hope this helps!
1) Are you really ready for 125 questions? Ehm. Not really, it's 2:30 AM and I can't sleep so could pass out at any moment but hey, whatever.
2) Was your last relationship a mistake? The one before now? Yeah. It was just an ugly little thing that happened because no other option presented itself in a time when I honestly didn't feel like living- hell, it even ended with the girl reporting me because I was talking about suicide.
3) Do you believe in God? No. If you'd see the world through my eyes you wouldn't either.
4) Who did you last say "I love you" to? *The person who tagged me has a much sweeter answer than me* My baby brother in an attempt to calm him down from a nightmare
5) Do you regret it? Not really. Didn't work, but I didn't regret it.
6) Have you ever been depressed? See number two.
7) Have a best friend? Yep, the only person reading this and the one who tagged me. Besides that, nope.
8) Are you a boy or girl? Are you trying to label me? YOU NAZI! (Boy but, occasionally and if the mood in GTA V requires it, a strong, independent black woman)
9) What is your relationship status? In a relationship because I suck at loneliness and this one is awesome as all hell
10) How do you want to die? Death by suffocation while cuddling a million baby panda bears because holy shit go look that stuff up on YouTube they're adorable
In all honesty, probably a bullet to the head (not to get too heavy). Quick and painless.
11) What did you last eat? A fuckton of chocolate chips, still am
12) Like to go on walks? Used to, then my iPod broke, now its just scary coz everyone eyes me like they'd like to stab me as I walk down the street
13) Do you bite your nails? Subconsciously, yes
14) When was your last physical fight? Oh. Um. Lemme think. If you count screwing around brawling, like a week ago. If not, then uh... probably over a year ago, got punched in a class so uh... yeah.
15) Do you have an attitude? I can be a bit... ehm... cranky, yes.
16) Do you like someone? So fokken much
17) What's your real name? Dylan.
18) Are you gonna get high later? Drugs are bad, mkay? Not to mention people think I'm constantly high already coz I act goofy (seriously, I do NOT take drugs. Except for like caffeine and shit)
Also, lamenting the fact that the last person skipped the number eighteen, killing my OCD right now
19) Do you hate anyone right now? Yes.
20) Do you miss someone? I... yes. I miss someone very dearly and I can't fix what I did.
21) Twirl or cut your spaghetti? Don't look at me for cooking stuff. Twirl, I guess, coz cutting it seems skeevy
22) Do you tan a lot? I'm Irish. We only burn.
23) Have any pets? Yeah, two. A lab-spaniel mix named Mello and a big fluffy tabby cat named Nikolai, who is probably the closest thing I have to a real world friend (sad isn't it). In all fairness, he knows how to fetch and follows me by command. Badass cat, really.
24) How exactly are you feeling? Depressed because of twenty, otherwise tired
25) Ever eaten food in the car while you or someone else is driving? Constantly because if I wait people steal my food
26) Ever made out in the bathroom? Wouldn't you like... smell poo and stuff? Sounds terrible.
27) Would you take any of your exes back? I'm in a relationship and my god it is better than anything. If you're asking if I hate them and don't speak to them... no, I don't. Not all of them, anyways. For a while I was actually good friends with the one. Haven't spoken in a while though. For the others... let's just say I'm learning from my poor decisions and believe I have now made the right one.
28) Are you scared of spiders? Um. Not as much as most people. Parents say I got all my trauma out as a little kid- before I was six I was hospitalized constantly. One of those times it was a spider bite from a Brown Recluse- bit me and my mom, so I survived the bastards once. They're still creepy though, and bigger ones can fuck off.
29) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Um. Depends. If it were just a rewind to fix one mistake, or several... then yeah, yeah I would.
30) Do you regret anything from your past? More than most. Most of the poetry/lyric work on my page references the past or my mindset as a result of it. Hell. Look at Survivor's Guilt. Voices from the Mist. All of it focuses on one time in my life.
31) What are your plans for this weekend? I... visit my sick dad again, stay on the internet when I can, and otherwise just do some overly intelligent stuff with no purpose and play video games
32) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an E? That is oddly specific, and no.
33) Do you type fast? Yep. Just took a test- 66 words per minute. Apparently better than 85% of people, so... woohoo. Suck it computer teacher who said I wasn't typing right because I didn't have one hand operate half the board. Stoopud rules.
34) Do you have piercings? How many? Nope, and don't want any.
35) Want any more? You're very insistent with this.
36) Can you spell well? Used to brag that I had the best spelling grades in my class. Really big on writing and stuff so uh... yeah.
37) Do you miss anyone from your past? You've already asked that.
38) What are you craving right now? 0TheJournalist Also No Man's Sky but I don't have it right now
39) Ever been to a bonfire party? Tons of times.
40) Have you ever been on a horse? Yep. Know those little horse rides at petting zoos? Those when I was a kid. Same answer for donkeys, elephants, and camels.
41) Kissed someone in a pickup truck? Why a pickup truck?
42) Have you ever broken someone's, heart? Yeah, actually. Used to be a girl on my street that, for some odd reason, was really into nerds with little to no social skills, and she kept asking me out and I kept rejecting her. She isn't the only one but she's probably the only one that sticks to memory. I'm like... a nerd quarterback. Except not that at all.
43) Have you ever been cheated on? Yep.
44) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes, although we weren't together at the time. Last year (more than a year by a longshot but still) I told my ex that I was leaving the school we both attended permanently and she started crying. I've made the current one cry too accidentally, mostly when I have a um... a bad day and talk about darker things.
45) Would you live with a lover without marrying them? As long as marriage is in the question and down the road, yeah. I'm not here to play the dating game, really, I'm here to win it.
46) What should you be doing? Sleeping, it is now 3 AM
47) What's irritating you right now? The rabid cries of my dog (he isn't rabid he's just lonely and wants everyone to be lonely with him) and internet people being ****heads
48) Have you ever liked someone? Have you ever repeated questions before? The answer is yes.
49) Does somebody love you? Yeah. I won't say my family, because that's just... stupid, but... I'm sorta glad to say that throughout the past few years I've made a few relationships that I can honestly say probably won't end, unlike every one before them. You only really need a few mates to have your back at any given time, if you've got someone who would jump into a fist fight for you without question then you're probably set
50) What is your favorite color? Green. Irish, remember?
51) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yes. I've never been stark naked, but I had to change into a suit so I just put on the suit over like jeans.
52) Do you have trust issues? With pretty much everyone but the mates mentioned in 49
53) Do you have a good relationship with your parents? With one of them, yes, but sadly he is very sick and isn't long for this world. I... should probably not go on.
Would just like to note that at this point the other journal is at 60 and it is BOTHERING me because they went in order of 55, 57, 60.
54) Do you believe your most recent ex, thinks about you? Yep. A few months back they texted me and we started talking and they said they still loved me and I had to gently tell them to piss off.
55) Who was the last person you cried in front of? Oh. God. Um. I normally run out of the room to cry or hold it in when I can't. I think it was my school counselor after... a friend of mine killed themselves for a reason that I could have fixed if I wasn't so damn stupid.
56) Do you give out second chances too easily? No.
57) Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget.
58) Is this year the best year of your life? I hope so. Anything will look great compared to last year.
59) What was your childhood nickname? Shithead, Dill Pickle (by Great Aunts), Dylan the Villain (by Uncle), KMart (by Gaming Friends coz I had KMart Internet, or at least that was the joke)
60) Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Ehm. Can't say that I have.
61) Do you think you're a good person? No. I think that the only way that I can feel like a good person is if I look to someone else to tell me it because otherwise I stay awake at night tearing myself to fucking pieces over all of the bad things I've done and all the things I could have stopped and looking at it from any perspective only tells me that I am not a good person and I am not worth saving.
62) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? I believe mankind can change the reasons, for better or for worse, which makes it a lot more chaotic than it sounds
63) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Listened to music
64) What is bothering you? Myself
65) Have you ever been out of the country? Went to the Gulf of Mexico once, otherwise no
66) Do you play the Wii? That is the stupidest console ever created. Ever. It isn't even useful for playing Netflix anymore because of my new PS4.
67) Are you listening to music right now?
68) Do you like Chinese food? Some of it.
69) Do you know your father's birthday? One week after mine.
70) Are you afraid of the dark? Depends on the situation. Requires something else to make it scary.
71) Are you mean? I think so.
72) Can you keep white shoes clean? Story time to get my mind off things. When I was little, we went to a family event. My sisters went in pristine white dresses and, after hours of begging, I went in overalls. Family owned a farm. Anyways. We came back and my sisters were soaked in mud and I had nothing on me. I can keep anything clean, clothes wise.
73) Have you noticed this survey stopped getting personal? It's only been like ten questions since I balled my hand into a fist out of uncontrolled emotion. Chill.
74) Do you believe in true love? Yes.
75) Are you proud of the person you've become? No. I wish there was a way, I wish I had more time... but... there's not.
76) Do you like the outside? Not my outside, because of all the drug dealers and other criminals, but I like the outside in general, yes, especially at night
77) Are you currently bored? No.
78) Do you wanna get married? Yes, more than anything
79) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I... wouldn't mind it, I guess. I like pet names or cutesy things like that, so it would be fine.
80) Are you hungry? I'm that kind of hungry that happens when you're not doing anything else
81) Do you have a bank account? Several. Only one has anything in it though and I can't use it coz its a college fund.
82) What makes you happy? MadiRoMa, music, and... I don't know. Markiplier, I guess, but mostly I just get pleasure, not happiness. I'm, you might say, unhappy. I will say that No Man's Sky has made me much more at peace with everything, as has the Beginner's Guide
83) Would you change your name? Probably.
84) Ever been to Alaska? Nope, freezing up there
85) Do you watch the news? Too depressing, too many stupid people. Pass.
86) What's your zodiac sign? Aquarius
87) Do you like Subway? Absolutely.
88) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? It was my baby brother's forehead because he's adorable. So... no?
89) Your best friend of the opposite gender likes you, what do you do? I'm already dating them, so... good, I guess
90) Do you talk like your friends? I talk like myself. I say things like "Fokken" and "Skeevy bastards" a lot. I pronounce words like "Hallo" and "Coz".
91) Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them? Yes. An ex, of course. Had to pick up my sister from high school and she was there so I just walked on past as she tried to talk to me. Not dealing with it.
92) Do you have a friend of the opposite gender who you can act your complete self? I think I make better friends with girls. Anyways, I normally act like myself, except when I'm depressed, when I don't.
93) Who is the last guy you talked to? Besides a baby, my dad.
94) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes? Yes. I hate smoke. Been a second hand smoker all my life, both parents. Made me unhealthy as hell, ruined me socially, etc. Sucks ass.
95) Do you go to church? Even when I believed in God I knew church was a waste of time.
96) What's going on between you and your best friend? My bullshittery.
97) Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with? I always apologize for having deep conversations because personal shit should stay personal with me, otherwise I freak people out.
98) Do you enjoy piercings and tattoos? No.
99) What do you wear more: jeans, sweats, pants, or shorts? I'm known for wearing pretty much a black hoodie, black T Shirt, black pants/jeans/etc, and really long hair in any time of year without sweating. So... probably Jeans, never shorts. Right now? Dark blue sweatpants.
100) You're a Sharpie marker, what color are you? Black.
101) Where do you go if you are butt naked and locked out of your house? A clothing store.
102) Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? Morning, wakes me up, but it isn't that different
103) Have you ever said you'd never love again? Once. A long time ago.
104) Do you want to please everyone? No. Sometimes I'd actually prefer to hurt everyone.
105) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
This is... a song my dad likes. A lot. And... he's dying, and is really sick, so he asked me to listen to them and... I love them, so I try to listen to it as much as possible for him.
106) Has someone ever made you a promise and broken it? Yeah.
107) Are you alone? Yes.
108) Do you have any siblings? Yep.
109) Did you speak to your father today? I wish I did.
Let me just start by saying that I am not Democratic or Republican- I am independent. What that means, essentially, is that I don't say I will vote for anyone based on party. I maintain the right to base my decisions based on what I see, what I've known about the person in question, the person's history in politics, etc etc. This means A. a lot more research than just saying "Politician A is a Republican/Democrat, therefore I shall vote for Politician A" and B. I am equally hated by both sides. Moving on.
First point of the day: I am totally and utterly against the notion of Donald Trump. Beyond something along the lines of personal slights (I am autistic, so you can see why my president verbally attacking people with autism might offend me), the man is morally retarded; no, not like the mentally retarded insult most middle schoolers throw around, I mean that he is literally morally retarded; for those who don't know, "retard" means "to slow", so in this context I am saying that Donald Trump is actually just slow in his morals (not exactly caught up with the rest of us, anyways). He's a bigot (what a cliche word to use) in every sense, he has the psyche of the middle ages ("use walls to keep out those guys and women =/= men" or something like that), he is the most childish politician I have ever seen (he sues pretty much everyone who is against him, so if I go offline that means Uncle Trump has sent his lawyers after me), so on and so forth. In short... he's pretty shitty. He's like a personification of amorality. So when all those over-dramatic Clinton commercials said he was unfit for presidency... I agreed, oddly enough.
I will also say this: Hilary Clinton is no better. Beyond the whole classified email thing, the woman has done some incredibly shady actions that cast doubt on her political career (ever heard of a little place called Benghazi? Thank Hilary Clinton for that). Additionally... she can't be trusted. She constantly changes her opinions on things (literally everything). It was even brought up in the debates that she probably couldn't be trusted to stick to anything she was doing now simply because she might feel differently tomorrow. Hilary cannot defend herself worth a damn (I mean in a debate; she tends to just start smiling or something when people bring up something legitimately important). So... for these reasons and more (no fly zone over Siberia, being pretty fucking crazy, etc), I would also say that Hilary Clinton is a terrible vote.
In fact, my vote would have been for Jill Stein. While she does not have an immense political repertoire, she has done legitimately good things in her past (the same can be said for Gary Johnson and Bernie Sanders). Additionally, she removed herself from the Democratic party because THEY screwed up- this is a good thing, it shows that she would not have stuck to any one party's views because... let's face it, most parties were wrong. A lot. So, I would have genuinely voted for Jill Stein if I thought she had a chance. Sadly, she pointed out faults that included pretty much EVERYONE in the states, attacking both the Democrat and Republican parties (referring to them as neo-liberalism and neo-fascism, which is pretty accurate). Additionally... she can take things too far. She spray-painted a pipeline at a rally, for instance.
So then. Anyhow. I've said my piece and now expect hate from everyone, so if I don't respond, it's because I'm dealing with the tidal waves of hatred. Sorry lads.
TLR version: Wouldn't have voted for Trump or Clinton, probably would have voted for Bernie or people like him (Gary Johnson/Jill Stein).
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