Don’t expect much from the story, plot, or character arcs—they’re all just a vehicle to deliver the funnsies and slaughter, though the comedy sometimes degenerates into cringe, I especially loved when Deadpool said, “I am Marvel Jesus,” and then proceeded to Deadpool all over the place. 7/10.

People club their heads in with swords throughout time. Some cool shots, neat story, and not your standard action flick. 6.5/10.

With the year 2024 coming to an end, and inspired by sizeofcat’s end-of-the-year summary, I thought I would reflect on the past year and highlight some things I accomplished.

Media

I included only media that I haven’t mentioned elsewhere already.

• I read 7 proper books; the best one was The Puffin Book of Nonsense Verse.
• I read numerous webnovels (I really need to find a way to track them). The best one was The Wandering Inn.
• Movie of the year: The Thing.
• Song of the year: I’m So Tired by Fugazi.
• Album of the year: Pinkerton.

Website

• I joined 1 webring.
• I wrote 30 articles.
• I wrote 38 paper summaries.
• I wrote approximately 117,400 words in total.
• The total storage needed for the website has increased to 1.63 GB.

Other

• Started playing guitar again.
• Created an reaction image directory with 2,074 images.
• Switched between 4 different distros.
• Broke 1 Computer.

I had a strange dream. I was at home with my mother, and another girl was there too. I don’t know exactly who the girl was or why she was living with us. However, I know that I had been teasing her from time to time, and we had a kind of friend-ish relationship.

At one point, when I teased her, she didn’t respond. I thought it was unusual but decided to leave it alone. Later, when I came back and still didn’t get a response, I found her in the washroom.

She was standing in a puddle of sodium washing powder, tears streaming down her face, trying to ignite the powder to kill herself.

I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she had a sickness. She used the German word “Verzerrung” to describe it, which roughly means “consumption” — a disease where the body eats itself, leading to a slow and agonizing death with no cure.

I hugged her and then sat down at the dinner table with my mother, thinking about what to do.

I woke up - It was 4 AM.