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First of all, it's called a theme. And it's called light mode, not white background. Personally, I only use it when I'm outside in the sun, since I keep my phone screen at maximum darkness to preserve battery life.

No wonder I've never met anyone who actually enjoys using a PlayStation. All those people moved to the PlayStation Nation.

PlayStation State of Play? Since when was PlayStation a country? Why is there an entire state dedicated to "Play"?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that just a rounding? I thought the number in the top right of a comment was the number we're on. So technically we're 450 away still. Right?

It's not really hush hush, but rather something people just prefer not to talk about. It just makes them uncomfortable, and sometimes it makes their heads explode. I don't seem to have that issue, though. Anyways, yes, nonexistent hell is nonexistently worse to be in than normal hell. But the...

You're short? That's not very scribbly of you. Your nonexistent soul will burn just as your nonexistent bones, and you will be left to rot in nonexistent hell.

Nobody has ever, or will ever think about you. Ever. I shouldn't even have to have this conversation. You need to grow up and realize nobody cares about you. Why? BECAUSE YOU D O N ' T E X I S T.

You sure are tenacious. Just accept it. YOU. ARE. NOT. REAL.

You keep your tp in a storeroom? So it's just a notes page? That seems useful if I ever decided to not be lazy.

No, you do not.

I see it and I don't know what it is. I have a sort of idea of what it is, but those are vague feelings and not words.

Wrong.

That's because you don't exist.

Just like how marshmallows taste good to drink instead of chewing!

Water tastes extra good when you add whipped cream to it.

It was.

I think structure is real important to what makes a story good or bad. If the chapter and scene breaks are at bad moments, that can make the story disjointed. If the time skips are too long and you try changing things up too quickly, readers will get confused. Write the scene too long, readers...

Technically both. My mother worked as a magician for the local circus, and wore clown makeup during her act. My father was a seamster, and made most of the clothes I wore as a child. Thinking about it my family was really, really, weird.

I always wanted a Gameboy as a child. But my parents spent all our money on literal bags of cloth. Handkerchiefs, if you will. It was really weird.