Hello. I am L. It's a pleasure to meet you, and welcome to Wammy's House. A few others would like to greet you as well.
Hey there! Welcome to Wammy's! Feel free to make yourself at home, just don't touch Mello's chocolate.
Yes. Whatever you do, if you choose to do anything, do not even go within a ten foot radius of his stash. It could end badly for everyone.
.. Are you guys dissing me while I'm not around again?
Aww, eh heh.. nah. Not at all.
.. At any rate, enjoy your stay. Feel free to look around and browse the wonderful deviations we have both submitted and favorited. Also, I apologize that my successors couldn't provide any decent entertainment from their being here.
.. Are you saying we're not amusing, L? Seriously? Well, I mean.. Near isn't all that fun to be around, but..
.. Uhh.. can we cut to a commercial break?
-- J O I N I N G
Joining's really simple, actually. All you have to do is press the pretty little button at the top of the screen, and you're in! No accepting or anything like that. Just make sure to be a nice little Wammy's kid, or we'll be sure to send Roger after you. And trust me, ya' don't want that.
-- S U B M I T T I N G
Submitting's also very simple. All you need to do is head over to our gallery and click on, 'Submit to this Gallery'. Please put it in the right category as well. All you have to do is look up to the part that says, 'Choose A Deviation - submitting to:', and put it in a proper category. If you don't do this, I'm afraid we'll have to deny it, simply because It's kinda' a pain to go through all the features and divide 'em into the proper categories. Anyway, after all that, It'll go into pending. We usually get on all the time, so it should be added pretty quick. If there happens to be a flood of deviations we have being submitted, we'll probably do a few at a time, for the sake of our Wammy's kids' inboxes. Please be patient with us. If, however, your deviation hasn't been added within two weeks of the original submission, then try submitting it again. Sometimes they just don't go through or accidentally get deleted in the mess. On the topic of what we won't allow, there isn't much we won't submit, unless it doesn't have any of the Wammys in it or if It's mature and not censored, of course. Be sure to put that sensor on. Oh yeah, and original characters are allowed, so long as there are official characters in there as well. Crossovers are also fine.
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And no, Mello doesn't count.
I woke up today and ran out of my room, and rushed to room I13. I couldn't wait to get this case settled! I really want t
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This very moment.
Someone is dying.
Someone has just died.
At this second, a fellow human being has breathed their last breathe, swallowed the last pill, sliced their skin a final time. They have given up their conscious existence for the promise of an eternal paradise. Willingly or not. Because everyone will die. Everyone is already dying. Every single second. As you grow and age, the biological clock strikes ominous seconds. Every breathe takes you closer to the end. Don't be alarmed, it's not individual. You are not special or different. This is happening to everyone. Every race from everywhere on the planet. Men, women, children. Infants. The rich and the poor, the young and the old. They all hurdle closer and closer to their end. The faces and stories change, but one fact remains absolute. One singular, final truth about death. There is not a thing you can do about it.
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"Sorry...again." He smiled at me, a genuinely happy smile.
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