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FFR Rank:200
FFR Average Rank:44
FFR Grandtotal Rank:416
FFR Grandtotal:11,895,737,775
FFR Games Played:12,735
Location:Vlissingen, Netherlands
Last Activity:11-26-2015
Forum Posts:2,925
Member for: 6.76 years
Gaming Region:Europe
Profile Views: 13,888
Profile Votes:268
Referred Users: 4
SKG_Scintill's Gameplay Stats Today
SKG_Scintill's Gameplay Stats Today
1101 / 1756
1482 / 1756
Tier Points
918 / 1500
SKG_Scintill's Details
About me:
23 years old. Steps guitars.
Music. Anime. Stepping
Fav Music:
Robert Wyatt. Captain Beefheart. Tom Waits. Hanne Hukkelberg. Frank Zappa. Yoko Kanno. Bob Brozman. Melody Gardot
Fav Movies:
Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Machete. Shawshank Redemption. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Last 10 FFR Playback Games (Older replays)
Last 10 FFR Games Played
Profile Badges
- Unlocked Tier 3!
- FFR 5th Official Tournament: Division 4 - Participant
SKG_Scintill's Stepped Songs
Song NamesSong StyleDate
Op.10 No.9Romantic Classical24-12-10
SighSmooth Jazz11-04-11
FreakInstrumental Rock25-08-12
Pork and BeansRagtime20-10-12
AlchemyProgressive Metal10-11-12
Ring Ring BangHappy Hardcore24-11-12
TwisterSwing Rock15-12-12
Playing Super Mario World While Taking MushroomsFrenzy Game Remix14-03-13
SpiritsInstrumental Rock31-03-13
Bubble Bath AftermathElectro Funk15-06-13
Nanairopanda (32-bit Full Color MIX)Epic Fusion Remix05-07-13
Over the BridgeInstrumental Rock07-11-13
Still Blastin [Light]Chiptune Breakbeats07-02-14
It's OverGoth Rock09-03-14
FUSE!!Progressive Metal15-10-14
FlounderInstrumental Rock13-12-14
Chaos [Easy]Progressive Rock19-12-14
Tritsch Tratsch Polka [Light]Polka14-01-15
Tritsch Tratsch Polka [Heavy]Polka21-01-15
Game GenieGame Music03-11-15
Profile Chat
Random Thoughts
Fourth Poem ~ "Growth"
Posted on: November 12, 2015, at 06:40:06pm   [0 comments]
Faces laced in cloth
Carrying the load
Crushing footsteps
Prints in the dust
Barren white road
Leave, they must

Hear the groan
Of the rope
Here they hang
Past selves

Left and forgotten
Unwanted ways
Pierced the mouth
Stitched the skin
Hollow gaze
Husks as thin

Hear the groan
Of the rope
Here they hang
Past selves

Thousands in line
Next is mine

Third poem ~ "Went"
Posted on: October 23, 2015, at 12:01:01pm   [0 comments]
We went to a flowerbed
a flowerbed with scent
yet your hand, away it went
here I stand, unspent

I went to a flowerbed
a flowerbed with scent
I stood there, hand in hand
it was never meant

Breezes blowing, breezes blowing
left here without you
breezes blowing, breezes blowing
will you take me too?

You went to a flowerbed
a flowerbed with scent
yet my hand, away it went
sent to wonderland

We went to a flowerbed
a flowerbed with scent
side by side, but different land
touching hands, we can't

Breezes blowing, breezes blowing
left here without you
breezes blowing, breezes blowing
will you take me too?

Second poem ~ "Lunch"
Posted on: August 7, 2015, at 09:49:38am   [1 comment]
Was sitting at a table.
Nothing in particular about the table.
Four legs and a top white from what was either paint or a sheet of cloth.
Pseudo-oriental styled restaurant with waiters and waitresses well aware of me acknowledging its pseudo-ness.
Ordered a coffee.
Didn't order grumpy and vile looks but got them anyway.
Moments later a cup, more resembling a bowl, apparently filled with coffee, descended on that tabletop with four legs underneath it.
I say "apparently filled" because my cup slash bowl contained boiling water with coffee grounds nestling at the bottom, forming a nice brown sludge that I would otherwise appreciate at the bottom of my coffee.
A plague of green specks also found a home in this bowl.
Sloshed the caboodle about a bit.
Left it for what it is.
Walked outside to the parents who were smoking on the patio.
Either tobacco or embarrassment, not sure which.
A windscreen just low enough not to give any protection.
Brother was there as well, but is of no importance to this story.
"The waitresses are all giving compliments and loving looks but none to you", one of them said.
You can decide who did.
Mother suddenly gained wide eyes.
"Look!", mother said, pointing at an approaching streetcar.
"My machine keeps beeping when the streetcar comes by".
Her device beeped.
A red sun rose.

1-56 AAA'd
Posted on: August 3, 2015, at 03:50:54pm   [0 comments]
Except for:

47 - MAX Forever 4 0 0 0
Freaking onehanded trills

First poem ~ "Trashbin"
Posted on: November 21, 2014, at 05:54:10pm   [3 comments]
Filthy trashbin
What did you do
to deserve so much
trash? bin
Clean yourself

Bits and bobs
I attract
the wrong crowds

Lonely trashbin
In a house
By a bench
By a door
Find a friend

At night
A light
But nothing
for me

Quiet trashbin
Silent trashbin


Comment wall
CDCan writes...
at 8:04:18pm on 11/12/15
Hakulyte writes...
at 8:52:20pm on 11/3/15
Frank Munoz writes...
at 4:52:16am on 10/25/15
what's your name
Untimely Friction writes...
at 11:51:34am on 10/6/15
I blasted way past your rank yesterday, check out my leaderboards #1 :D
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at 4:50:16pm on 10/2/15
https://soundcloud.com/ormix/taint-system sound wabes
CDCan writes...
at 8:50:01pm on 9/16/15
Starlight562 writes...
at 8:25:27pm on 9/16/15
V-Ormix writes...
at 12:24:18pm on 9/14/15
_Zenith_ writes...
at 6:23:11pm on 8/16/15
lmao that sig
Mister_Raccoon writes...
at 6:38:29pm on 8/13/15
Really enjoyed your stepchart for MASCARADA. Solid work, sir.
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