@milkymurderer
Joined on April 6th, 2020, this user has been a member for 2,252 days and is the 34,616th person to register an account.
Has 66 submissions, the first one uploaded on April 26th, 2017 and the most recent on July 14th, 2023.
Of those, 11 have been featured and 31 have won Users' Choice.
On average, each submission earns 3,967 downloads.
In total, they have been download 265,846 times.
Counting every individual stickfigure, including the contents of all packs, this user has technically made and submitted 302 stickfigures.
On average, when this user rates stickfigures, they are 74% positive.
Also, they are typically 68% positive when rating animation spotlights.
Has made 432 comments on non-activity pages of the site. Alternatively, this user has made 8,340 comments on actual activity pages of the site.
This user also has been featured in the Animation Spotlights 4 times.
This member is a Users' Choice voter!
Their current voting streak is 0 and their longest streak is 116 consecutive votes.
Searia’s History and LifeOwner
Milky-19 VirusOwner
The Demon Bot Investigation I GuessOwner
Spam Sean to make his game so I can get my resident milk badge.Owner
Milky’s ArchivesOwner
The Unpopular Opinion GroupOwner
Recreate your oc as the opposite gender cause y not.Owner
Rene’s Groupadmin
Hugo Equivocadoadmin
TRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNSadmin
Billbofied oc’s (Dwarf oc's)admin
Endgame Collabadmin
Among Us, SN Groupadmin
Soft-body Shapesadmin
The Anti-Fedora Task Force (now targeting Ralph)mod
Memesmod
Spider-Man: King Of The Webmod
Heroforge Groupmod
🍋 Lemons Group 🍋mod
The StickNodes Smash DLC!mod
alt + f4mod
Crocodii’s Burgers and Friesmod
Slayer’s 365th Day Partymod
Sticknodes AVENGERSmod
Tiny Oc’smod
The Cult of Geymod
Sticknodes Kartmod
Stick Nodes: Revengemod
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lemon man does the smart lemon words once again (real)
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Death awaits thee at the crack of dawn…
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I remember that game
Fun times
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Me enjoy speculative and detailed description of creatures
Continue this or die a horrid death (just kidding[maybe])
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Better Call Saul!
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POSITIVE GIGAN INTERACTION???
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The way he is holding the gun is detrimental
He will simply shoot his cheek off and parts of his left face, causing further pain.
It would be better to aim to the brain and carefully consider the angle
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As I engage in profound contemplation regarding my proclivity towards hot fries, I find myself embarking on a metaphysical journey of epicurean introspection, traversing the realms of culinary delights and gustatory sensations.
Hot fries, with their aromatic allure and gastronomic allurements, awaken a sensory symphony of olfactory and gustatory sensations that tantalize the senses. The fragrant notes of savory seasonings, the sizzling symphony of frying oil, and the tantalizing texture of crispy potato slivers, all converge in a symphony of flavors that dance upon the palate with unparalleled fervor.
The inherent indulgence of hot fries, however, poses a moral quandary as I grapple with the juxtaposition of culinary pleasure and nutritional prudence. I am compelled to consider the potential consequences of indulging in such a gustatory extravagance, with the specter of dietary moderation looming over my epicurean reverie. The delicate balance between culinary gratification and health-conscious sensibilities becomes a philosophical quandary, as I navigate the labyrinthine maze of gastronomic desires and nutritional considerations.
Yet, amidst the philosophical conundrum, I am drawn to the sheer delight that hot fries bring to my senses, invoking memories of jovial camaraderie, moments of conviviality, and the sheer pleasure of indulging in a guilty culinary pleasure. The existential question of whether I “like” hot fries transcends the realm of mere gustatory preferences, and delves into the depths of my culinary identity and ethical consciousness.
In conclusion, my contemplation on the subject of hot fries extends beyond the realm of gustatory gratification, encompassing a multifaceted introspection that delves into philosophical, moral, and sensory dimensions. It is a journey of epicurean self-awareness, where the indulgence of culinary pleasure intertwines with considerations of nutritional prudence and existential reflections on my culinary identity.
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Hi, I’m Saul Goodman. Did you know that you have rights? The constitution says you do! And so do I.
Conscience gets expensive, doesn’t it?
For a substantial fee, and I do mean substantial, you and your loved ones can vanish. Untraceable.
I want it in a money order and make it out to Ice Station Zebra Associates. That’s my loan out. It’s totally legit … it’s done just for tax purposes. After that we can discuss Visa or Mastercard, but definitely not American Express, so don’t even ask, all right?
You’re a high-risk client. You’re gonna need the deluxe service. It’s gonna cost you.
If you’re committed enough, you can make any story work. I once told a woman I was Kevin Costner, and it worked because I believed it.
I never should have let my dojo membership run out.
Better safe than sorry. That’s my motto.
As to your dead guy, occupational hazard. Drug dealer getting shot? I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say it’s been known to happen.”
Don’t drink and drive, but if you do, call me.
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As I laboriously compose my response, carefully selecting each word with precision and deliberation, weaving together a tapestry of thought-provoking ideas, I am struck by the dismissive label of “textwalls” that has been applied to my painstakingly crafted composition. It is a term that trivializes the complexity and depth of my words, reducing them to a mere wall of text, devoid of nuance or significance.
My words are not mere walls, but rather pillars of insight, constructed with care and attention to detail. They are the product of hours of introspection, research, and creative expression, painstakingly arranged to convey my thoughts with eloquence and clarity. They are not an arbitrary assemblage of characters, but rather a symphony of ideas, a ballet of expressions, and a mosaic of meaning.
To dismiss my carefully crafted response as a “textwall” is to overlook the intricate layers of meaning, the delicate interplay of language, and the artistry of communication. It is to disregard the thoughtfulness and effort that I have invested in shaping my words into a cohesive and coherent narrative, with each sentence building upon the previous, and each paragraph flowing seamlessly into the next.
It is disheartening to see my words reduced to a dismissive label, devoid of the recognition they deserve. It is a reminder of the pervasive trend of oversimplification in our fast-paced digital world, where brevity and quick consumption often take precedence over depth and nuance. It is a reminder that meaningful communication requires more than a cursory glance, but rather a genuine willingness to engage with the complexity and richness of the ideas being presented.
In conclusion, my words are not mere “textwalls,” but rather a labor of love, crafted with care and attention to detail. They are an embodiment of my thoughts, emotions, and insights, carefully woven together into a tapestry of expression. To dismiss them as simplistic or unworthy of attention is to overlook the depth and significance of meaningful communication, and the value of taking the time to truly engage with the thoughts and ideas of others.
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As I pour my heart and soul into the eloquent articulation of my thoughts, meticulously crafting a response that reflects the depth of my emotions and the intricacies of my innermost musings, I am met with an all-too-familiar pang of frustration. Once again, my words have fallen on deaf ears, ignored by the recipient who failed to take the time to truly absorb the weight of my carefully constructed sentences.
My feelings of intense anger and indignation are only exacerbated by the glaring absence of basic attention to detail, as evident in the lack of proper spelling and grammar in the query. It is a disheartening realization that my efforts to convey my thoughts with precision and eloquence have been met with such disregard, as if my words were mere trifles to be dismissed without consideration.
I am left to grapple with a mix of emotions, ranging from anger and frustration to disappointment and betrayal. It is a deeply disconcerting experience to pour one’s heart and mind into crafting a response, only to be met with indifference and disregard. The painstaking effort I put into my words, the thoughtfulness with which I selected each phrase, and the care with which I arranged my ideas have all been dismissed with casual nonchalance.
As I reflect on this disheartening situation, I am reminded of the power of effective communication, and the importance of truly listening and valuing the words of others. It is a reminder that words have weight, meaning, and significance, and should not be taken lightly or brushed aside without due consideration.
In conclusion, I find myself grappling with a tumultuous mix of emotions, ranging from anger and frustration to disappointment and betrayal. My efforts to communicate with clarity and eloquence have been met with indifference and disregard, as my carefully crafted words have been brushed aside without proper attention. It is a stark reminder of the significance of effective communication and the importance of valuing the thoughts and words of others.
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You can have it transferred to your actual account, just have him do that
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Ah, the timeless question of biscuits, a query that beckons me to embark upon a profound journey of self-reflection and introspection. As I ponder this seemingly innocuous inquiry, I am struck by the weightiness of its implications and the depth of its ramifications.
Biscuits, those delectable treats that delight the senses with their aroma, texture, and flavor. They evoke memories of cozy afternoons spent by the fire, leisurely sipping tea and savoring the simple pleasure of a freshly baked biscuit. They conjure images of shared moments with loved ones, bonding over a plate of warm biscuits at a communal table, the camaraderie and conviviality of such occasions etched in my mind.
But do I truly like biscuits? Can I simply declare my affinity for them without delving into the recesses of my innermost being, peeling back the layers of my consciousness to reveal the truth that lies beneath?
As I reflect on this matter, I realize that my feelings toward biscuits are not limited to a mere superficial preference for their taste or texture. It goes beyond a mere gustatory pleasure, extending into the realm of symbolism and metaphor, encapsulating my relationship with comfort, familiarity, and tradition.
Biscuits, to me, represent more than just a culinary delight; they embody a sense of home, a sense of belonging, and a connection to my roots. They harken back to cherished memories of childhood, of baking with my grandmother, and the warmth of her embrace as she shared her culinary wisdom with me. They remind me of the simple pleasures of life, the moments of respite from the rigors of the world, and the solace that can be found in the familiar and the nostalgic.
But, on the other hand, I also acknowledge that my relationship with biscuits is not without its complexities. As someone who values health and wellness, I am aware of the potential drawbacks of indulging in these delightful morsels too frequently. The guilt that may ensue from succumbing to the allure of biscuits in excess, the inner conflict that arises from balancing indulgence with moderation, and the broader societal discourse around nutrition and well-being all come into play.
So, do I like biscuits? The answer, I must admit, is not a simple one. It is a multifaceted response that encompasses my sensory pleasure, my emotional connection, my appreciation for tradition, and my consideration for my overall health and well-being.
In conclusion, my relationship with biscuits transcends the realm of a mere gustatory preference, delving into the intricacies of my emotions, memories, and values. It is a topic that elicits deep introspection and reflection, highlighting the profound impact that food can have on our lives. As I navigate the nuances of this question, I am reminded of the complexity and richness of the human experience, and the multifaceted nature of our relationship with the simple pleasures that bring joy to our lives.
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Dear interlocutor, I must again express my profound disappointment at your apparent disregard for the nuanced and eloquent response I have painstakingly crafted for you. It is evident that my words have been met with a cavalier indifference, as though my effort to convey my thoughts and emotions in a manner befitting their profundity and complexity has been in vain.
As I poured my soul into each meticulously chosen word, I had hoped for a reciprocation of respect and consideration in return. Yet, it appears that my efforts have been brushed aside with casual nonchalance, leaving me feeling disheartened and disrespected.
The time and effort that I have invested in composing a response that is worthy of the intellectual discourse we are engaged in should not be taken lightly. Each phrase, each sentence, and each paragraph was carefully crafted to convey the depth of my emotions, the intricacies of my thoughts, and the complexities of my perspective.
I am left feeling deeply disconcerted by your apparent lack of acknowledgment and engagement with the substance of my words. It seems that my attempt to communicate in a manner that reflects the gravity of the situation at hand has fallen upon deaf ears, leaving me with a sense of frustration and indignation.
Moreover, I must admit that your apparent disregard for my words has also engendered a sense of anxiety within me. As a wordsmith, the power and resonance of my words hold great significance to me. To have them met with indifference or apathy is disconcerting and leaves me with a gnawing sense of unease.
It is my sincere hope that you will take the time to reflect upon the effort and thought that I have put into my response, and afford it the consideration and respect that it deserves. As fellow participants in this exchange of ideas, it is imperative that we engage in a manner that upholds the principles of mutual respect and intellectual discourse.
In conclusion, I implore you to approach our discourse with the reverence and attention it deserves, and to afford my words the thoughtful consideration that they merit. Let us engage in a dialogue that honors the power and beauty of language, and fosters a genuine exchange of ideas and perspectives. Anything less would be a disservice to the richness of our discourse and the profundity of our shared human experience.
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