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[ultimax_exe]

Sweat drips off of his brow as he runs faster than he can ever remember running before. He’s scared; terrified of what’s behind him. He can’t even turn around to look at his pursuer, but he knows that whoever it is, they’re gaining on him. All he can hear are his own foot falls, his ragged breathing, and his frenzied heartbeat pounding in his

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[tatsumaki]

Sorry, Max. Line breaks are your friends. And white letters on a black background hate my eyes.

But I'm glad you're coming to terms with yourself, whatever you decide that may entail.

And I have a new post up at my journal that I think you'd be interested in.

[ultimax_exe]

Don't know if I'd call it coming to terms with myself. I'd say it's more of my way of venting frustration over a lot of stuff. Too many things wrong with this world, not enough targets for me to take it out on. Ha ha.

Yeah, I know. I'll work on the line break thing later. And I'll change the background/text colour. I'll probably just reverse it.