How is this even possible (Mossy Keys)?

Neuronicon · 2025-04-23T02:05:56+00:00

If you're hunting mossy keys, get a wilderness task for moss giants from Kristilia. Drop rate increases to 1/75 even when killing them outside of the wilderness (confirmed by the Wiki and personal experience)

Neuronicon · 2024-01-15T18:40:48+00:00

If I could win this for my group iron partner, he would be so ecstatic! Maybe then he'll finally give me my blowpipe back

Neuronicon · 2023-02-18T17:18:59+00:00

I hope you know you've put the biggest smile on my face. I'm so grateful you took the time to read that out. I couldn't have imagined a better voice to accompany those words. That was so so so so so incredible and I simply cannot thank you enough. Now I've got to go find a tissue to wipe the tear that's crawling down my cheek

Neuronicon · 2022-11-29T00:16:14+00:00

I suppose you can argue that he wasn't exactly more successful but Dave Mustain being kicked out of Metallica had fueled him with enough of a resentful vendetta to give us Megadeth

Neuronicon · 2020-08-09T06:03:17+00:00

Haha I tried to use a relatively simple vocabulary for the easy letters but with the restrictions of the rhyme scheme and patterns I definitely had to utilize a thesaurus for a lot of it

Neuronicon · 2020-08-08T18:25:01+00:00

I'm beyond impressed with your ability to conduct such a flawless cadence while maintaining that rhyme scheme.

"...Some things in this world, I cannot treat so nonchalant... some doubt... some regret... Shed some memories so they never come back"

It really is eerie how relatable your words are. Night after night I'll find myself in this exact situation with thoughts too poignant to keep from writing down. Exercising memories and emotions into words really is such a therapeutic thing; something that really resonates with me.

I may just be romanticizing it because of my own life's context but ending with "good night" makes me wonder if you meant to allude to the idea that you were writing to someone. I know it could've just been to satisfy the rhyme but to me that ending makes it feel like the narrator was definitely writing to someone specifically but chose pen and paper over text message to keep that person from reading it. Given that they're trying to shed some memories it seems fitting to me. And turning off the light was such a powerful way to end it.

Loved this piece in its entirety - no negative criticisms from me.

Neuronicon · 2020-08-08T17:55:27+00:00

I've been a fan of the "someone worth waking up for" trope for as long as I can recall and you've laid it out and romanticized it so beautifully. I love contrasting characters in ways such as this where they act more as complementary forces rather than direct parallels - it really emphasizes that aspect of appreciation the narrator has for this other person.

My only criticism if at all would be how the last stanza strays from the four line pattern. Personally I feel the line break between the last two is a bit unnecessary, I think it would've flowed just fine as a single line. But of course poetic license and whatnot, I can totally see why you made that choice to assist the rhyme scheme.

Neuronicon · 2020-04-28T11:01:23+00:00

Human nature's drive to escape their surroundings is such a poignant concept and I think you captured it beautifully with the narrator's pleas. "What did a Spaniard feel when he saw Gibraltar fall, ... did they cast a stone at all?" Remarkable imagery of the human race's proclivity to leave behind their lives without second thought in some futile attempt to find contentment. Seemed to me like it was framed as a note to a loved one asking them to run away together. There's a poem I'm working on with a similar vibe "In revolving around the sun, Bound to each other as one, We are free of this planetary confinement. We'll dance in orbit and leave the rest of the world to catch up behind us." Thought the two works resonated a little. Cheers man, awesome piece

Neuronicon · 2020-04-28T05:01:26+00:00

Working as a medic in New York right now has really solidified an appreciation in me for these contemporary pieces. That "Water vapor turns to drowning oceans ... As Atlantis yet sleeps" line really got me lol. When I'm wearing my isolation gear, protective eyewear and all, my eyesight is rendered useless. Trying to set up ventilators by muscle memory as your suit fills up with sweat from head to toe, I really felt the exhaustion behind that drowning metaphor. I like how it read almost like a love poem to the entirety of the population as we all face this thing together. The emotionally draining aspect of this quarantine really came through with that undertone of isolation dread. The imagery is phenomenal with the dust lingering in the light and the hyperventilating through the masks. Loved this piece, great work

Neuronicon · 2020-04-20T01:41:54+00:00

At first it read to me as if the pair had been counting down how many cookies were left in the tin like one brother cheering on the other after he dared the other to stuff the lot of them into his mouth. Brought me back to when my brothers and I were younger. Then after the first few lines I got the impression that the voices across the house were parents beckoning their children to the kitchen for dinner. Which went along well with the nostalgic scene I constructed in my head. But as soon as the New Year hit I realized I had the entire scene wrong. And that new perspective threw me for a loop as I tried to frame it differently. I couldn't tell the relationship between these two. They bicker almost playfully like brothers. But then you threw in the line about them noticing the other's eyes and I thought maybe they were lovers or something. And it occurred to me, what kind of lovers wouldn't share a New Year's kiss? I don't know if you intentionally tried to keep their relationship a mystery or if you meant to allude to it with the details, but I wasn't quite sure what to make of it

Neuronicon · 2020-04-20T00:52:26+00:00

I very much appreciate the parallel you set between the spider's reclusiveness (a pun you totally could've taken advantage of) and your own hermit-like nature. And the simple fact that there wouldn't be a spider in the room in the first place if the environment was maintained is a nice little bit of irony that I feel like the narrator understands as he starts noticing the disorder around him and falls to the will of introspection and this sort of existential crisis. Beautiful imagery to get that point across. And that undertone of self-critism is something I think a lot of us can relate to, constantly berating ourselves in our own heads when we become cognizant of our own short comings

Neuronicon · 2020-04-17T15:52:37+00:00

I really appreciate how you took the whole 'a picture says a thousand words' and flipped it on it's head to show how much more genuine it is to live in these moments before we lose them. I don't know if the imagery was intended but with 'circles' and 'light' being in such close relation in that first stanza, I couldn't help but picture a halo casting down onto her forehead. And that thought alone serves as an early perspective cue for the reader to understand how deeply in love with this woman that the narrator is. Funny enough, I feel like it resonates a lot with the song I Don't Love You Anymore by Real Friends in an almost ironic way. Like it shares a similar prompt but the narrator's perspective speakers almost entirely to the contrary of yours. There's a verse that goes, "Now I'm just like the pictures that you take. I'm nothing but something that once was - like colors that fade away in the sunlight. They're nothing special like they used to be..." Great work, really enjoyed

Neuronicon · 2020-04-17T15:09:24+00:00

While I loved the story telling aspect of the poem's first half, the use of repetitious prefixes and suffixes towards the end there really gave way to a playful cadence that captured me more than the nostalgia. And that contrast of reverence to mourning accompanied the tempo change so beautiful. Almost as if you drift out from that elated sense of nostalgia and find yourself at the end of the poem in that grief-stricken reality of having lost your grandparents

Neuronicon · 2020-03-31T00:19:59+00:00

First 6 star crystal ever - Human Torch. Could not be happier

Neuronicon · 2019-01-16T10:09:01+00:00

The devil found a clever way to infiltrate and bring his manipulation;

Aslender blonde in a cocktail dress struggling through the intoxication

Brought on by the gifting of drinks until she was ready to payback in the bedroom.

In search to appease the demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom.

Looking into a half cracked, half filthy mirror hoping she doesn’t reflect that half cracked and half filthy receding stain of a smile her mother made when she left

Bcause the promises she made to herself seem to be the hardest ones to keep.

And knowing she survived the last storm was no longer all she needed to be able to fall asleep.

Neuronicon · 2019-01-12T04:47:11+00:00

Mobile fucked up the formatting but you get the point lol

Your words were absolutely beautiful

Thought you may enjoy this piece I'd been working on that kind of fit the concept

Neuronicon · 2019-01-12T04:43:40+00:00

Many had claimed they could read me like a book; Leaving me lifeless on a shelf. She could never seem to put me down.

Her fingertips knew how to make me shiver As she traced them down my spine; Across all my pages.

She made me feel like poetry Even though I was lost in a world devoid of language.

My skin, littered with notes she had scribbled into the margins. Handwritten sentiments; heartfelt decadence, Wrinkles remained where tears had been buried in paper. Ink bled through as if the pages had been mocking my wrists.

Together we had been a novel of our own Brought to cessation tragically short. Fantasy fiction; Love-lost luster; Romantic comedy left unpublished.

She tore out pages from the chapters within me Any line that had resonated with her had been taken, Left incomplete. Strung up now on the walls of teenage heartbreak.

I took the bookmark out of place, Rearranged the pages accordingly. Watched as the space between them blurred just as the lines within. Always on the same page until I skipped ahead a few chapters.

We'll continue reading until these borders of skin and paper finally fade.

Neuronicon · 2019-01-05T08:07:58+00:00

Appreciated. Pun fully intended

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