u/Sparrow_Quill

You know, in a world gone mad there are days where it feels like WA is being held together by Costco and Tony Galati. Cheap groceries, cheap fuel for your trouble, and you can scrap by for another week. I'd have no clue how I'd be handling right now if I had to shop at woolies, bugger that. I usually not one to put trust a company, but I dare say I'd die fighting for spudshed.

Because at the end of the day, despite how tough things moght get... there's always cheap groceries at Spudshed. (Aldi's pretty good too I guess).

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I know it, you know it, we all have weapons that sit in you in our weapons slots unsold because they look too cool to sell. ESPECIALLY PRIMES.

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And let's be honest, we've all wanted to walk through a hallway of guns like neo from the matrix. The weapon models are already in game, probably wouldn't be hard to impliment, and it would make us all feel really cool.

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So DE PLEASE, let us place weapons like decorations. And if you're feeling really nice, it would be really cool if you added gun racks too. Having a latron or sybaris mouted above my mantle piece like an 1800s big game hunter is an aesthetic I NEED.

Earlier this year, I experienced some of the hardest days of my life so far. Details aside, the experience was characterised by indignation, percieved betrayal, agonising lonliness and loathing as my life and preconcieved notions of life were upended.

During this time I experienced an emotion that lay somewhere between anger and sadness. It was deep, raw, and powerful, hard to describe now even having experienced it first hand. I could run until my legs failed, until my lungs wheezed blood for the pain was a miniscule compared to the storm that threatened to drown me.

My best conceptualization of it is the pain of the wounded animal. You are angry because you have been hurt. You are sad because you are hurt. I believe those who have been on the sharp end of a breakup probably know this emotion most keenly, that unique sting of betray from long love. An abundance of rage and sorrow with nowhere to go and no word to give it form. It feels somewhat akin to that tightness in your chest and face as a kid when you tried not try cry at something deeply upsetting.

The ad hoc trauma dump aside, what would be the best way to capture this emotion? Is there a word for it? Most description I can think of are pale shadows compared to the real thing. If ever I need to tapp this well of emotional energy, I'd like the right tools to do so.

You know, the kinda noise you'd hear watching an artic documentary while David Atenborough tells you about penguins. That sorta soft, breathy "Haaarrrrhhh" sound that isn't quite a woosh.

Big fan of imagery, so I'll also accept prose or descpriptions. I'm quite keen on adding this to my lexicon.

I'm a big fan of creative imagery. The more words and ways I can descibe thing I add to my tool box, the more I fall in love with my writing.

So I was walking to the library today and decided to give deliberate attention to the soundscape (more senses I can describe, the better) and noticed a distant roaring as the wind blew through the landscape. You know, the kind of roaring you might imagine watching a windy arctic pan shot while Sir David Attenborough tells you facts about penguins.

Is there a word or preferred way of describing that sound? "Roar" is a little too harsh. "Sigh", seems a little reserved. It's a very breathy and distant "haaaarrrr" sound that I can't think of a good way to capture with words.