Are all emotions a choice? Can one choose to be happy instead of sad?
Umm I don't think normal people can, but depending on which paint I use and how often I can change my emotional state, I usually try to keep it balanced though
What kind of clothes do you prefer - comfortable or stylish?
"I was searching so big foot and gaz tagged along..there were sitting near the mountain side so I decided to explore it.That's when i discovered a large hole i was trying to take a photo of it when gaz pushed me in.The impact hurt alot."
*Ink takes it and laughs* So how'd you end up down here anyway? You don't exactly see many human types around here *did.... did Ink just basically hustle Dib?*
"Gross.."*she thinks to herself curiously watching the fight she's not use to seeing so much fighting.Other then in the underworld where she came from*
*well stick around Reaper you'll see a bunch, like Nova's also fighting him, problem is Drunk Nova is just as bad as an opponent as Sober Nova*
And then it went to another color. Disgust. Sadness. Rage! Plenitude! Laziness! Content! Those were colors! Those were life, finally! A full rainbow in this empty, blank world! Suddenly, he felt happy. Suddenly… He felt.
He was suddenly flooded with paint. Was this… a color? It felt warm, reassuring… no, more than that. It was powerful. Light, but overwhelming all at once.
What I remember after waking up in the white.... It was like a brand new start. A brand new chance. But he had no memory of his actions. He didn’t remember what he had done, or whoever he was. He was simply here, without soul nor purpose. So he sat here, and didn’t do a thing. And time, if it even existed, passed. What was he supposed to do? Why was he here? What was he? Despair, fear… Without soul, without colors, he could feel no thing. He waited. And waited. And waited. But he had yet to know that his life was going to finally take its turn… When light finally reached his eyes.