(please note: i may be moving accounts sometime soon. if this interferes with swc in anyway [should i be chosen] i will wait until after march to do so.) Welcome to my co-leader application (please read): Viewing in full screen will make text easier to read. I am ONLY applying for co-leader as I've never led before Tap the screen to turn it on Tap the white rectangle to get to the home screen from anywhere Tap the volume buttons to lower/raise the sound of the song, or M to mute and P to play. Tap on the apps on the homescreen to get to answers to the questions. Please let me know if you run into any bugs! Credtis: Me for all the art except the homescreen and thumbnail Me for all the coding SWC for existing Me Mangoes because they are delicious And arson because yes All drawn in vector by yours truly (yes it took a longgggg time) I also have some ideas for a cabin I'd colead :D
Here is the excerpt in case the font is too small: (warning: very dark, though some is censored so i dont get banned) At the end of every life is death. No one is really important in the grand scheme of things. You look at the stars and your problems fade away into insignificant background details. You’ll always be someone. It’ll just never be someone indispensable. You can hold the shooty thingy to your head and hit the trigger. If you die, so what? You can cry about your misfortunes and wonder why no one loves you. In the end, everything will stop. Everything will collapse. Why are you here now? What series of choices led you to this moment where you sit alone, wondering why you didn’t hang the rope-with-a-knot earlier? Why now? Why in this timeline with these people? Why is it all happening? I wish I knew. But all I can feel is screaming. Part of me wished I had stopped it, part of me thinks it doesn’t matter. He couldn’t have done anything to prevent this. The world is coming to end and everything done from the beginning of time to this moment will be destroyed. I could say this is my resignation from life, but no one will ever know I even existed. There’ll be no one to know. I could cry about that. I could sob in misery until the end comes. But actually, I don’t care. I’m one of the last ones left. The words that once burned my heart have been washed away. It’s weird. It’s my chest has a hole in it where I used to keep it all. It’s been that way for a while now. But I guess it’s fine. After all, what does it matter? Next week I’ll have never existed at all. The flame that has burned for all eternity is going out. It always ends with death.
