FISHING SOCIETY Application

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ha1, 3v3ry0n3! <3 <3

1 am v3ry v3ry s0rry that my FISHING SOCIETY appl1cati0n 1s lat3, but 1 h0p3 y0u und3rstand b3cuz 1 w3nt thru s0m3 hard t1m3s r3c3ntly :'(

but 1s 0.k.! b3cuz 1 am f1nally r3ady f0r my appl1cati0n h3r3!! ><

pls pls g1v3 1t l0ts 0f l0v3 cuz 1 am rlly rlly n3rv0us tnx!!! <4

----QUESTIONS TO ANSWER:----

1.) what is your name?

my n4m3 1s m0m0

2.) why do you want to FISHING SOCIETY?

1 want t0 j01n FISHING SOCIETY b3cuz 1 th1nk 1t l00ks rlly rlly fun imo. 4nd tbh 1 rlly rlly luv f1sh1ng so 1 th1nk FISHING SOCIETY 1s a g00d st4rt f0r m3..

3.) tell us a little about yourself.

uhm th1s 1sn't rlly a qu3st10n but ig, ha1!! as 1 h4ve s41d, 1 am m0m0, but u can just c4ll m3 m0 0r m0m0 but n0t m0m teehee.. but anyw4yz, 1 am a b1t shy, so pls pls b3 pat13nt w1th m3 thnx <3

4.) what is your timezone?

hmm.. 1 th1nk 1'ts gmt

5.) what is your age?

1'll just put my ag3 3stimat3 wh1ch 1s 9-90 h3h3 1 h0p3 u guys d0n't m1nd >< 1t'z just t0 b3 saf3 ><

6.) what good things can you bring to FISHING SOCIETY?

uhm w3ll, my m0m always t3lls m3 h0w sw33t 4nd fr13ndly 1 4m, s0 1 gu3ss th4t?? 1'm n0t s0 sur3 th0.. s0rry..

7.)where do you live?

uhm.. th3s3 qu3st10ns just g0t a b1t... hehe, but anyways i liv3 on plan3t Earth <3 (als0, i alr3ady m3nt10n3d my nam3 3arl13r s0 y3ah!! ><

8.) have you stared at the moon today yet?

uhm.. n0... 1 d0n't r3m3mb3r d0ing s0 t0day..

9.) do you recognise the bodies in the water?

wh4t b0d13s?

10.) how fast can you run?

uhmm... wh4t d03s th4t h4v3 t0 d0 with......

11.) are you afraid of the dark?

0.k. w41t.. wh4t th3 h3ck is g01ng 0n..

12.) did you know that we are in your house right now?

WHAT?! HEY, WAIT A SECOND..

13.) LOOK BEHIND YOU

         There was a time in the past—the cold, cold past— when I was a little fish. No, I'm not talking about Charles Darwin's evolution thing. I'm talking about the metaphor of being a fish—being eaten by a bigger fish, and so on. Now, the fact that I am here, right now, speaking to you, could be proof that I wasn't eaten and that I survived the cruel ocean of life. But then again, one can never be sure... whether I am a figment of someone's imagination, or maybe a ghost—a spectre, perhaps? Or whatever...

         It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever I do, it always just crumbles down to the ground. Every single job I apply for just.... doesn't work for me.... I mean, I should be working for them, but there's no mutual respect. There's no bond, there's no cooperation from my senses. It should all be working just fine but I mean... Something just somehow dwindles of hope.

         But FISHING SOCIETY was different. It was different in many ways and I could potentially lose track of time if I were to list them all one by one. One particular one, however, was the peculiar first day I had experienced firsthand. My ebbing heart gained a new life after stepping foot on those grounds—the FISHING SOCIETY grounds. Flowers tickling my toes; birds singing a tune I believe was in the key of F#major; clouds wistfully longing to finally catch each other. It was all simply delightfully delightful.

         And so imagine my devastation upon learning their true intentions.