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I'm a liar.

4/29/14 by Demon-Slayer12
Updated 4/30/14

I said I was leaving Newgrounds. I lied.
I said I was gonna keep making music and put more work into other websites. I lied.
I said some pretty shitty things about NG, myself and the people that come here. That's all lies too.

Now, when someone calls themself a liar, does it mean they're telling the truth? If they are a liar, and call themselves a liar, does that make them an honest liar? Or, if the person isn't a liar, but calls themself a liar, does that make it true because they lied and said they were a liar when they really weren't?

So many questions in life, so little answers. 

What I'm trying to say is, I'm not continuing to upload to NG anymore. Question is, am I lying?

Answer is YES! Of course I'm lying, what would Demon-Slayer12 be without NG? Well, there would be no Demon-Slayer12, that's what.


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Jojo55Jojo55

7/26/14

When we had arrived upon the residence of Miss Stiffins it was already nightfall. I was weary and had an awful head-ache. As I made my way up the brooding steps of the mansion I nearly tripped upon myself. "Careful!" Herbert said as he caught me. "Ah—!" I cried in pain. "How does it hurt?" asked he; "Will you make it to bed?" "Yes," said I. "Thank you, Herbert." My arm was still terribly sore and bruised, as if mangled by a fierce animal. We proceeded to the large front door. "How is she—Miss Stiffins?" asked I. "She is a beautiful and caring woman," said my friend. "She will have you feeling well when you see her." "That beautiful?" asked I. "O yes, and she is quite a caring woman," said he, as he knocked upon the massive door. "You will forget all your injuries in her care, I am sure." The door slowly opened and as it did a dumb-waiter appeared. "Ah! You must be the guests. Come in. Miss Stiffins! Visitors!" Waiting for Miss Stiffins, we were offered tea, which we gladly accepted. "One lump, or two?" Now, the sweet taste of sugar had always been in my palette, and I started at "Two, please;" when there were footsteps heard coming into the tea room. "M-Miss Stiffins!" the dumb-waiter exclaimed; "H-have you forgotten that you have company to-night?" Now, Miss Stiffins had just walked in—wearing only a bath towel! I looked at Herbert, whose nose had begun to bleed. She Was a pretty woman; very buxom with large breasts, if I may be graphic. "Oh! F-Franklin," stuttered she; "You should have reminded me! O! I'm not decent for visitors!" She was all wet, and Herbert had turned white, with only streaks of his red blood. "Yes," I whispered to my white fellow; "I Do feel better, Herb——" "Ah—!" cried the near-naked woman. "Welcome, gentlemen!" She started toward us, and I could have sworn Herbert was now in worse health than Me. "Nice to meet you," said I, taking her hand. She then extended her hand to Herbert, who could not move. "Darling? are you well? Here! Let me feel your forehead. Ah! It's warm. You must be sick." At that time, I think Herbert could not have been in worse health if was was shot or stabbed in the heart. Suddenly, Miss Stiffins' towel came loose—she tried to catch it, but tripped! She toppled over with Herbert, landing with her bosom upon his face! "Oh—! I'm So sorry, Herbert!—Herbert?" To which he replied, "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!" I then fainted.

7/26/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

Wait till my next post, I got a good one..


Bah, I didn't see the original post, but it's good that you're carrying on. I've left this site and returned more times than I can remember. Sometimes it's good to have a break! Keep on knocking the tunes out man, someone has to keep the old-school metal alive on this site! There's not many people left on NG who play this kind of stuff any more! Keep the flag of awesome metal flying hiiiggghhh!!! (I would too, but I'm more lazy than anyone could ever imagine)


Oh well, at least it's in the Pantera genre of lying.... hardcore :)


The truth, will set you free. No matter how heavy. It's the most gratifying thing. If people can't handle the truth, they can't handle you.

I figured, you'd figure your shit out. I think every musician goes through that and then figures its best to make music for you. Not everyone else. If they dig it, rad. If they don't...fuck em.

Spread the metal, brother.\m/

5/1/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

Fuck yeah man, when I first started I made music for myself and that was the most creative I was.


Jojo55Jojo55

4/30/14

Nobody can escape Newgrounds. You can leave it but it never leaves you. You will always come back no matter how much you promise yourself or others that you won't. Once you're in, you're in forever. You cannot escape it through any means in life nor death. Accept it and be with it and us for ever.

5/1/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

I have accepted my fate.


morcovmorcov

4/30/14

good


mandogmandog

4/30/14

so metal


SchleifSchleif

4/30/14

ah, there you are. and even sooner than i expected!

4/30/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

That sure lasted long, didn't it? XD


M0nk3m4nM0nk3m4n

4/30/14

Keep making music, yo. Just found you through this post and I'm likin' what I hear. Stick around! :b

4/30/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

Thanks man, no more silly cries for attention from me anymore, or am I lying again? O.o


SirUndeadSirUndead

4/29/14

I get the joke, but ah whatever man. You're the metalest fucker this side of the net. You do it however you like. I'm just glad that whatever stupid websites you choose you're still creating content.

4/30/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

In a very confusing way, what I'm trying to say is I'm not going anywhere, I made my start here and what I am only exists because of NG.


That sucks. I've enjoyed your jams for years. As long as you're doing what makes you happy, that's what is important.

4/29/14 Demon-Slayer12 responds:

Actually, that last sentence is a lie. Hence the title.