"naruto200" wrote:I tried making a 3D demo of a game that never will get released. So that way I feal like I finished the project and so I can get the experience I need for making a full game.Omg. Then I have to tell you something. OoO
Actually an agreeable post :3
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"-Damaged" wrote:I know it can be a little rough to get along with everyone we meet on a day to day basis, but as a community, we should all try to be a little kinder to one another.And that's not just on KW, being kind to people in general can not only improve someone else's day, but yours too! Spreading kindness and ignoring negativity is the best way to get through your day, so give it a shot.Have a good one!
Respect -Damaged :) very well said
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Humans are creatures of habit, and I was no exception. Every Wednesday before classes started, I drove to my favorite coffee shop and ordered a cappuccino. I would sit in the same booth, and drink my coffee for the few minutes I had while the world rushed by.
It was the same every time, and I never expected it to be different, until one day I saw a new face appear: an older man of unclear age, who sat in the booth across from me. I thought nothing of it. Why would I? It was merely another person I would probably never see again, or if I did, never remember.
But I did see him again, next Wednesday. I still didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was just… a new regular. He didn’t matter to my life.
Several weeks passed, and I increasingly began to notice the man in the booth across from me. He wore old clothes that looked well cared for throughout the years, and a hat with a faded emblem that I couldn’t read. The daily paper was always with him, except for the times when he brought a tattered journal, reading and sometimes writing in it.
The thing that began to stick out the most over those weeks, though, was that he was always alone. No one ever talked to him except the barista to ask what he wanted (it was always a small, black coffee with two spoonful’s of sugar).
After all those weeks, I finally worked up the courage to sit with him and introduce myself. I liked him from the moment he opened his mouth.
I eventually learned he was a WW2 veteran, with several medals from various battles. We exchanged stories, I from college, and he from the war. After an hour, I finally realized how much time had passed and had to dart away, but we met again the next Wednesday.
We became good friends, but our friendship was limited to phone calls and coffee shop visits. I didn’t know much of his personal life other than stories of his school days.
I didn’t really wonder at all, until one day, a familiar face didn’t come.
I was worried, though not too much. I simply had my coffee then went to classes. As the day went on, I was increasingly uneasy. He never, not even once, had been MIA.
Then I got the phone call.
It was a voice I had never heard, a doctor: my friend had suffered a heart attack and had given the nurse this number. He wanted me to come. I immediately left campus without a second thought, and when I arrived at the hospital, his doctor greeted me in front of my friend’s room.
“Your father is certainly lucky to survive.”
“Oh, I’m not his son.” I waved off the notion.
“Really? Oh… You were the only number he gave us. Odd.”
This stuck with me. I was the… only one. I was finally let in, and he was barely awake. Sitting down, I took his hand.
“Are you sure there’s no one else you want here? Don’t you have any family?”
He coughed out a chuckle. “No, kiddo. They’ve all been gone a while. I hope you don’t mind me pulling you away from your classes…”
“No! I… I want to be here for you…”
“By the way, the coffee here’s terrible. Would you mind going to pick up my usual?”
“Small… black coffee with two spoonful’s of sugar.” And we both softly chuckled while I blinked away tears.
Befriend a veteran today.
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