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Même pas !

Et pour mobile, sur Android, j'ai une préférence pour Plume.

Parce qu'ils mettent un peu d'humour dedans. Alors, on apprécie.

Je me suis fait chier à mourir devant le 1, tu crois que je vais plus apprécier le 2 ?

Oui, je pense. Il me semble que celui-ci est plus terre à terre au niveau de l'histoire, et des méchants. J'étais complètement stone hier soir mais ça m'a pas empêché de tout comprendre, malgré toutes les références au truc des Avengers, dont j'avais oublié toute l'histoire.

J'ai pas complètement détesté, hein, je précise, comme je n'avais pas complètement détesté le 1. Mais pour moi c'est la même chose, il n' y aucun progrès entre les deux, c'est toujours un mélange d'histoire SF mythologico-débile, de scènes d'action obligatoires sans grande originalité, et d'humour plus ou moins vaseux. Et en plus dans celui-là, contrairement au précédent, le méchant n'a aucun charisme.

Bah, là c'est lui qui fait le show et heureusement qu'il est là entre nous.

Je t'avouerais que je me souviens plus bien du perso dans le 1. Mais le méchant dans celui-là est vraiment nul en tout cas.

Writing, I guess that's what I have left now. I'm at a crossroad of my life.Not the minor one, the one that requires strength to actually take a stand, and shatter every aspect of the truth you were believing in.Outcomes are really different. I'm miserable, I have been that way for a long time now, for as long as I can remember actually (around 3 years, that says a lot about my memory). I thought it was just who I was, needing to actually force myself to get out, to mix, socialize, pretend, the guy who cannot see past the next day, because there is nothing to see. I can't plan anything because I never believed Id live long enough to see it.My life is as routine as routine can be. No surprises, no fun, no expectation, no will to go beyond. I know the beginning, and can foresee the ending. No future, no passion, no envy, no sin, just no life.

I'm always wondering who I am. I am no one but bits and pieces of other people lives and dreams. I never had anything I wanted to keep, or never wanted anything. I just took it as it came, violent, sweet, tender, burlesque even, I just took it all, swallowed it and added it into me. Constructing this fine human being, respectable in many ways, successful in almost everything, respected by peers and friends, taken as models by some, jealoused by others, when they never realized I'm just an empty shell, spying and longing for what they had, feelings.

I'm at a crossroad. The road so far was just a plain straight line with bumpless bumps, I slid above them from far away. You can't reach the transparent one. the spears just went through the decoys. Unfortunately, the joy and love as well.

I'm at a crossroad. The road ahead is the same as it has always been. Despair, sadness, lifeless. Is it living when you're actually a simple observer of your own life?

I'm at a crossroad. I'm given a choice. For no reason, my feelings have started to resurface. Poking me day and night, night and day, giving me no rest, threatening to shatter the only stability that I have that keeps me standing. They shout and shoot, buzzing my ears, stronger that any tinnitus after the worst Death Metal show. They're stopping my stomach, disrupting my sleep, shaking my body from head to toes, shivering my inner and deeper instincts.

I'm at a crossroad. Shatter my life into unfixable pieces and embrace the one hiding behind the puppet, and feel the fire once again reborned as a broken phoenix?

I'm at a crossroad. Ignore the calls, ignore the signs, ignore the stigmata, keep floating lifelessly into this wide opened closed world. Familiarity is a bliss for the puppeteer.

Cowardice is the word that define me best. Because I'm no blind, I see the wall coming ahead, I could avoid it, but the coast is too high. Am I ready to sacrifice the pawns to reach the king? I'm might just create an opening and get checked mate right away. So maybe I'll just play safely a little longer before I surrender...But what if it works? What if I snatch the queen, kill the bishop? I'll be the only piece left. But maybe I'll be able to start anew on a new board? Better the devil you know that the devil you don't.

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