This is a garden of dreams. And within it resides a women only known as the Dream Within A Dream.

She is called that because of her dreamlike beauty, a beauty that anyone would crave. She is the sole
caretaker of the garden of dreams and she can never leave, for fear that the garden would wither
away and die if she were not there to tend it. Many people have tried to come and whisk the beauty
away from her garden, but all have failed and left without anything to show for there efforts. Now it's
my turn. I stumbled onto this green gate by accident but when I saw her beauty, I was captured. I
walked up to her as she was tending her flowers.
"Hello there," she said without turning around.
I stopped in my tracks. "Uh...Hello," I said.
"Have you come to take me away from my garden?" She asked.
"I don't want to take you away from anything," I said. "Especially not a garden this beautiful. I can see
that a beautiful women has placed much love and care into each of these flowers."
She stopped gardening and turned to look at me. "You do not wish to force me from my garden?"
"Not at all," I stated. "It magnifies your beauty. A white rose in a sea of red roses."
"You are most unlike the others that have come before," she said.
"I try to be," I said smiling.
"Would you like to live in this garden?" She asked me.
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"Would you like to stay in this garden with me?" She asked.
"If you will allow it," I said as I bowed.
"I shall."
"Very well then," I said. "Do you happen to have a shrine?" I asked.
She nodded and directed me towards the house on the hill. We walked towards the house and upon
entering, I knelt before the shrine and offered a prayer.
"What did you wish for?" She asked me after I had finished praying.
"Happiness for the time to come," I replied.
She smiled and we walked outside. In the middle of the garden stood an large white rose. My mouth
grew agape when I saw it.
She smiled and giggled. "Your wish has been granted."

The man who tells the tale is the one who decides history, he tells it wrong, and you have nothing more
than a pretty story, he tells it right, and you have a legacy, you want a story told right, you ask someone
who helped make it happen...''
Do you expect me to cower before the mighty legion of <name>? You are nothing to me.
Less than nothing. Had I desired your head, it would have been: presented to me on a
pike.
You have made the mistake that all mortals make.
*Victor Nefarius sighs.*
Time does strange things to those that use it as a form of currency.
I've made no mistakes.
In your rush to glory, you assumed that the pace of this game revolved around your
actions. Can you even fathom how preposterous that sounds to a being like me? A being
that if so inclined could cause your own insignificant thoughts to crush the peanut sized
mass of grey matter floating within your skull?
You have lost your mind. You speak in riddles.
It's simple really! Allow me to summarize...
Please do.
 In this world where time is your enemy, it is my greatest ally.
This grand game of life that you think you play in fact plays you. To that I say...
Let the games begin!
Mages too? You should be more careful when you play with magic...
Monks, doesn't all that rolling make you dizzy?
Priests! If you're going to keep healing like that, we might as well make it a little
more interesting!
Paladins, I've heard you have many lives. Show me.
Rogues? Stop hiding and face me!
Shamans, show me what your totems can do!
Warriors, I know you can hit harder than that! Let's see it!
Warlocks, you shouldn't be playing with magic you don't understand. See what
happens?
ENOUGH! Now you vermin shall feel the force of my birthright: The Fury of the
Earth itself!
This cannot be! I am the Master here! You mortals are nothing to my kind! DO
YOU HEAR? NOTHING!
The Crimson Red Dragon dwelling within me, awaken from your dominance
[The Crimson Heavenly Dragon I possess within me, rise up to become a King]
The jet-black God of Infinity
[The glorious Red God of Dreams]
[Watch over the forbidden existence we shall become that transcends the
boundaries]
[We shall dance like radiance within the inferno!]

Why are you crying?" I asked her.

She looked at me, tears in her eyes and rolling down her face.
"I'm all alone," she said. "No one cares about me."
"That's not true," I replied.
"Yes it is," she said back.
"If that was true would I have asked why you were crying?" I state.
She looked at me and wiped her face. "Maybe."
"You know," I said. "Lots of people care about you."
"Now you're just saying things to make me feel better."
"It's true. People who may not know you will care about you, friends care about you, I care about you."
"How can people who don't know me care about me?"
"They care in the fact that they would be upset if they never got to meet you and befriend you."
She looked away from me and out towards the water.
"This isn't my first time," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I've tried leaving before, all these scars I have? They were me. This bridge? I've been here before."
"Then let me help you get down from there," I said as I held out my hand to her. "If you really wanted
to leave, you wouldn't be crying."
She looked at me. "Why do you say that?"
"Your crying because you still feel pain," I say. "You feel pain like anyone else that's not a reason to
run from it though."
"How come you're trying to help me?" She asks.
I smile. "I would like to get to know you better. I want you to stay here and not be someone whose
Leaving Hearts Apart. If you were gone, someone else may never experience happiness. Happiness
they would have gotten from you."
She looks away, tears coming again. My hand remained outstretched.
"Come now, get down. Let me care for you."
"You really do care don't you?"
"If I didn't I wouldn't be here."
She reached out her hand, cautious at first, but soon her hand was in mine and I helped her off the
bridge ledge.
She looked at me, tears in her eyes and buried her face in my shoulder, releasing all of the pain she
had felt in that sob.

It was in a city of darkness, with only a single ray of light shining down, that she made her decision:
she would control that light. As she walked along the cities edge, noticing the high cliffs on her right
covered in trees and the broken buildings that lay abandoned to her left, she thought only of what the
city was before the chaos. She remembered the sunlight, the families, the everyday lives of people in
bliss. She smiled at those memories of days past. She continued to walk towards the only building left
intact, the only building swathed in light: the temple. As she climbed the steps to its massive doors,
she heard the sounds of laughing children emerge from within the temple. She placed her hand on the
door and pushed, only to see it open without resistance. As she walked in she saw only one person, a
monk, waiting for her. The sounds of the laughter played in her ears.
The monk looked up at her as she approached.
"Welcome child. You seek the light?"
She stopped a few feet from the monk and spoke.
"You were never welcome here."
The monk took on an irritated look.
"So you do remember..." He said, his voice trailing off.
"Of course. I Remember every impurity."
The monk stood up, pulling a dagger from his robe.
"Well you shall not cleanse me!" He shouted as he charged her.
She did not bat an eyelid as she suddenly flashed behind him. The monk turned to see her, surprise
on his face. He tried to take another step forward, but a gash appeared across his chest. The monk
looked down at the wound and fell to his knees.
"I thought I killed everyone here," he said quietly.
"Not everyone," she said. She walked over to him as he slid from his knees to the ground.
"I Remember the day you unleashed the darkness," she said as she reached him. "And now I came to
show you the light."

"I can't believe it worked," I thought as the armored woman appeared before me on the hill.
She looked at me and bowed. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Saber."
I looked at her. This was the wielder of Excalibur? She was very young.
"You're Excalibur's wielder?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"But how?"
"The sword chose me. That is all there is to it," she stated.
I was feeling excited now. I could really win this. I could prove how good of a Mage I am and no one
would doubt me anymore.
Saber appeared to be looking out in the distance.
"It's begun," she said.
I looked over to see what she was staring at. I saw a massively grotesque creature approaching the
hillside.
"What is that?" I asked appalled.
"Caster," Saber explained. "I've fought him before."
"Did you beat him?"
"Not alone."
"That's not very encouraging Saber."
"Do not worry," she said. "I will not lose."
"But-"
"Quiet," she said as she drew Excalibur. "They Are Here."
And with that the war had begun.

I was on a cliff overlooking a city, watching as the sunset fell on my final day. I felt a presence next to
me and when I turned to see what it was, I saw a hooded figure. I did not hear them approach but it
didn't matter to me, it's not like they could see me anyways.
The figure removed their hood to reveal a girl that looked like Hatsune Miku. After her hood was off
she turned to look at me.
"You're lost, aren't you?" She asked.
I ignored her. She couldn't see me. I was just a soul. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to see that
the girl had laid it there. I stood up and backed away on shock.
"You can see me?"
She smiled. "Of course I can. Why wouldn't I?"
"I'm.... I'm dead," I stammered.
She shrugged. "Why does that matter?"
"You shouldn't be able to see me. Where did you come from anyways?"
She shrugged and pointed up towards the sky.
"Don't you screw with me!" I shouted getting angry.
"You're lost," She stated.
"Don't change the subject!"
"You lost your body, so now you wander aimlessly, not knowing what to do. Not able to find peace."
"I'm perfectly happy and at peace right here."
"Are you?"
I looked at her, trying to come up with a response to her question. When I did not answer, she stood
up and held out a hand.
"You are an Ethereal Soul," she stated. "It is because of this fact that I appeared before you. It is time
for you to finally find peace."
I looked at her hand, skeptical. "You really believe I'll just go with you?"
"It is not about what I believe, it is about what you feel. You are lost and I have found you. Now allow
yourself to be taken into the light where you will find peace."
I backed away. "You're not making a very good argument for yourself."
She lowered her hand and looked off towards the sunset.
"Tell me what you enjoy about the sunset," she said after a moment.
I was caught off guard by her question. "Well I.... I like to watch it because it makes me remember the
time when I was alive. It reminds me of the times I use to play outside with my daughter and how she
would always smile at me."
"Would you like to experience that again?" She asked.
I looked at her, looked towards the sunset, and then back at her. After a few moments I responded.
"Yes and no. I want to relive those memories but I want them to stay memories because that is how I
really know that what I had was special."
"Well would you like to see your daughter grown up?"
I stared in her at silence for a few seconds. When I did not respond she held out her hand again.
"Take my hand and allow me to guide you towards your light."
I stayed motionless for a few seconds, but then I moved forward and took her hand. A bright light
swirled around us and I was ushered into my own personal heaven.
When your body has reached its limit and is falling apart
When your resources have run dry, and you can't rely on your equipment
When your allies and friends have given up is incapacitated
When you have tried everything in your grasp
When you have done all of the above but still failed to accomplish your goal
Depending on your Power of Will, you will either make it or break.

The gem on her chest started to resonate with a fiery red color, casting away the shadows of the night.
He looked at her in disbelief.
"What is this immense pressure?"
She looked at him, then looked to her gem. As she looked back up, her left eye started to glow a fierce
red, but was quickly covered by her hair. her foe's eyes went wide.
"You're......you're not human," he said his voice trailing off.
The girl walked towards him, a blank look on her innocent face.
"Stay back demon!" He shouted.
The girl pressed forward however. Her foe fired bullet after bullet, yet each one ricocheted away from
her. The fear in her foe's eyes was plain to see and as she finally reached him, he fell to the ground,
loss on his face. The looked down at him and then crouched until she was eye level with him. He
looked at her, tears in his eyes.
"Why?!" He shouted at her. "Why did I lose?!"
She stared at him blankly for a second.
"Your Power Of Will was not strong enough. You lost the second you gave up hope."
Her enemy looked at her as she stood up and walked away.
"You're not going to kill me?!"
She looked back at him. "I do not kill those who present no threat."
With that she walked away, The light from the gem fading away and leaving the girl to disappear into
the shadows of the night.

We stand on this ship, lost in a moment at the end of a day. One states at the sunset and the other
watches as cards tumble down. It's this peaceful moment that everyone cherishes. A time where there
is no danger, a time of rest for those that are weary. Once the ship docks, they will return to the
struggles of the world; the struggles of life. For now however, they stand on the Edge Of Time and
wish that time would never start to flow again.

It is true that for every battle, there is a hero who dies. It is an unspoken rule and an unwanted fact.
This battle is no different. Humanities fight for survival has seen many unsung heroes: the Survey
Corps. These men and women risk their lives day after day to discover the secrets beyond the walls.
They fight, yet ask for nothing in return. They simply fight because they have to. Many of them do not
return; taken from the fight too early. Few join the Survey Corps, choosing the safety of the walls over
choosing to help humanity. Eren Jaeger was not such a person. He joined the Survey Corps, along
with his companions and together they face the titans. This war is long and bloodied and without a
doubt A Hero Must Die in order for each battle to be a victory. It is the unfortunate truth in victory.

I look around this world and I see many things. I see people, animals, the clouds, the sky, the trees,
etc. The greatest thing I see though is the biggest mystery of them all; one that has eluded many great
thinkers and will continue to elude them: why are we here?
This question has been asked many times and countless hours have been consumed trying to
discover the answer. I feel personally that it is a rhetorical question. An Immortal Enigma crafted to
keep us distracted from our real problems. Still no matter what I think others will continue to ponder
this and they will continue to come up short on an answer. That is the problem with rhetorical
questions: there is no right answer. They will keep you guessing and guessing until you give up. That
is why I have up long ago. I do not care for meaningless questions when I have a certain truth in my
head. Every morning that I wake up, I know I still have a purpose to fulfill and that is enough to keep
me going. So let the others ponder the Immortal Enigma, I will be busy fulfilling my purpose in life.

I've traveled all this way, fought all of those fights, killed all of those enemies, just to meet you right
here, at this moment. Now that I actually see you in front of me, I find it hard to believe that a child like
you could wipeout an entire village. You may be a child right now but I will not let that stop me from
killing you. My partner and I have traversed many obstacles for this and you being a child is only one
more that will be conquered. It is for this fight that my partner and I have trained and now I call him
forth onto this field of battle. If this meeting was fate, then let it end at this moment. We will not back
down from you or your pet. We will not be cowed into submission. We are not mice, cowards or any
sort of vermin. We Are Lions, we are brave, and we are powerful. It is with this fact that I stand here.
Now COME AT ME AND LET ME SHOW YOU OUR STRENGTH.

Humans are weak.

Our body is fragile, our body lacking any physical traits that can compare to the mighty strength of the
dragons or the swift and piercing power of the elves.
We have always been: the weakest.

We live in a world where evil wins every once in a while and when good wins it merely becomes
costumed to step downs until theirs a too big of a step down, and the circle begins a new. The
assassins either died or lived long enough to side with evil.

Wrong with live in a world where money wins and fear dominate

smoney is the means for evil. Fear is the result failure against it

Where there is a void, there will be something to fill it. Assassins shall never die.

I had the exact same thought. This sh*t is gettin worse. We need to unite assassins!

NOTHING IS TRUE,

Everything is permitted!

We are Assassins.

we work in the dark to serve the light. Welcome to the brotherhood!

SERMON OF THE DEAD

Come closer, my children, let me look upon you. So many new faces,
searching and uncertain. Many find their way to this consecrated land without
knowing it to be their destination. But this pilgrimage was no accident; you
have suffered, and you seek a convalescence of the spirit. Look around. You
are not alone.
We are gathered here this day to mourn those lost to us. To weep, to wail, and
cry out for those souls whom we hold so dear, yet who remain out of reach.
Speak now and let them hear us. Let them hear our pain! Let them hear our
anguish! Let them know in their hearts that they are not forgotten!

These pitiable creatures are pale reflections of ourselves, shrouded in a haze

of false light, groping blindly for some scrap of meaning. Shackled to a hollow
existence, they languish, unaware of what they are or what they could be.
Every second, secretly begging for release.

My children, we are their shepherds. Only when they hear our voices do they
stir. So call to them! Raise them up from their aimless stupor. Sing with all
your longing, your hatred, your hunger! Fill their empty lives with dread;
remind them of their inevitable mortality.

Go forth, you faithful, and offer these wretches freedom from lifes prison.
Deliver unto them the word of death, and bring their wayward spirits home.

Death frees us all.

While others are bound by the shackles of death, one man embraced the
yearning darkness stretching on beyond lifes boundaries. And though he
chose to forgo mortality on the lost lands of the Shadow Isles, Karthus has yet
been born anew, and drifts now towards the PBE bearing new-found morbid
resplendence.

This prey was smarter than the rest. Good. It had been too long since hed
had worthy game. Night Hunter Rengar cloaks his lithe frame with the
shadows themselves, fading into invisibility as he begins his hunt. He
approaches from downwind, drawn by his quarrys pounding heart. This is
what he lives for. This is why he embraced the darkness. Eyes glittering in the
moonlight, Rengar readies his dusk-touched bola before hurling it at his
target. The chains catch. Shadows dance as they start twisting around the
hapless marks legs, dragging them squealing to the ground. Rengar is ready.
The forest shakes as he leaps from the brush, dispelling the shadows wrapped
around him. Black flames emanate from his sinister blades as he lines them
up. With a sharp thrust, his quarry gasps one last, painful, breath. Night
Hunter Rengar lives for the hunt.
A day in the life of a warrior
My long ride began in search of food and resources for my city. The early morning sun was
already blazing and my steer suffered from thirst from the long nights ride. I stopped along the
river to refresh ourselves. Kneeling by the rivers edge I cupped my hands and dipped them into
the cool waters. With a swift move I doused the crisp, cold of it over my head, running my fingers
through my hair. My hands once again scooped water and brought it upon my parched,
weathered lips. I drank as if it was the wine of the gods. My steer spent from the days ride, drank
the waters until he thirst no more.
I dipped my scarf into the river and wrung it out, placing it about my neck. Standing again I looked
across the terrain and low and behold, a city, glistening in the background. Spires tall and proud
stood majestically against the dry desert sands.
I whistled to my steer, his head lifted upon hearing my call and huffed hot breathe through his
nostrils. He came near and I removed his saddle and blanket. Taking the blanket to the river I
doused into the water, taking care that it was thoroughly wet. I slung the blanket across his back
and he bucked into the air with a shrill of satisfaction. Placing the saddle once again on his back, I
strapped the belts around his torso. His head bobbed downwards, as if knowing that we had a
new mission to partake.
I slapped my legs to loosen the dust from the days ride and darned my helmet. Affixing my belt
tightly, I pulled my gladius from its sheath and ran my thumb across the short edge. Satisfied, I
placed it back into its sheath, grabbed the reins tightly pulling as I nudged the sides of my faithful
steer. This was signal well known to him, one that spurred him into battle many times.
The city, gleaming, yet quiet, was now in the near distance. As I grew closer, I noticed the gates
open as if they awaited a welcomed visitor. My lips smiled in satisfaction. I leaned forward
towards my steers neck and forced my boots against his side. His stride now a fast gallop we
entered the city and slashed everything in sight. Grabbing bags of grain from the market, wood
and bronze from the nearby smith shop.
Sounds can now be heard as the villagers awaken in surprise, we are under attack, hurry grab
your weapons and do not let the thief get away. Shouts were echoing through the walls of the city
now. Closed the gates, one shouted, do not let him get away.
I pulled my gladius from its sheath and wielded it through the crowd of archons in my path. Blood
covered the ground as heads were flying through the air towards my city to the gates and out to
the hot dry desert once again.
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I returned home to my city and threw the bags of loot unto the feet of my house slaves.
Entering my private chambers I removed my dusty, blood stained clothing and approached
the tub of hot steamy water that had been prepared for me. A tall stemmed glass of wine
and towels were carefully placed on a small table within arms reach. I settled into the tub
and threw my head back against the pillow that had been held by a slave, a sigh of
satisfaction echoed the room as my thoughts wandered to more pleasant things washing
away the days event.
No more than a few hours passed when the general of my armies informs me that our
colonies were under siege.
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A small statured peasant was brought before me and thrown to the ground. I unsheathe
my gladius and point it at the Messenger's throat Forgive this lowly peasant my Lord, I
come with a message from the City you have ravaged. I took the scroll from his hand and
unfurled it to read the message within.
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After many attempts to regain control of our granaries and mines, I sent for a messenger to
deliver a strong missive to the Hegemon of insolent fool who dared such actions.
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A new day has dawned, and I once again I mounted my steer and headed out into the dust
bowl of the outskirts with my mighty armies.
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Ater a days ride by wagon, the messenger delivers the scroll, in it a threat was read aloud
in the halls by the Hegemon to his Generals.
Meanwhile, approaching the mighty site of the Pantheon, I ready my armies with a shrilling
call: Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time! Give them NOTHING! But
take from them EVERYTHING!
HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!

ENGLISH LYRICS:
Just give me a reason
to keep my heart beating
Don't worry it's safe right here in my arms
As the world falls apart around us
All we can do is hold on hold on

Take my hand
and bring me back

I'll risk everything if it's for you

a whisper into the night
Telling me it's not my time and don't give up
I've never stood up before
This time, however, I've found something that I'll never give up
I'll never let go of it

So stand up stand up
Just gotta keep it
I wanna wake up wake up
Just tell me how I can
Never give up
The captivating momentary beauty drives me crazy

Just tell me why baby

They might call me crazy
for saying I'll fight until there is no more
These sorrowful, glinting eyes arise from an intuitive impulse
Blinded I can't see the end
so where do I begin

Say not a word I can hear you

The silence between us
Seems as if nothing's happening, but that's just on the surface
I'll take this chance and I'll make it mine
As for the things I can't hide, I'll just pretend to show them off

So stand up stand up
Just gotta keep it
I wanna wake up wake up
Just tell me how I can
Never give up
A captivating beauty of grief and pain

Just give me a reason

to keep my heart beating
Don't worry it's safe right here in my arms
Breaking into pieces, crying, blooming, withering, this love is
so blinded I can't see the end

Look how far we've made it

The pain I can't escape it
We can't end it yet, right?
No matter how many times we're close to dying or rotting away
There will be no end
so where do I begin

I held on to it tightly, so that I wouldn't lose it...

Feels like it'd slip through my fingers once I loosen my grip
I'll break my old habits from the days when I had nothing to lose
And take you away...
Just tell me why baby
They might call me crazy
for saying I'll fight until there is no more
These sorrowful, glinting eyes arise from an intuitive impulse
Blinded I can't see the end

Look how far we've made it

The pain I can't escape it
We can't end it yet, right?
No matter how many times we're close to dying or rotting away
There will be no end
It finally begins

Mini World
Let me dream
Let me believe in it
Let me say
That we can change the story
If it's true that we are free
That we can fly
Release me
I feel like going to choke
[Tune]
In this mini, mini, Mini World, mini, mini
This mini, Mini World, mini
This mini, Mini World, mini, mini
I've the impression to run in slow motion
In this mini, mini, Mini World, mini, mini
This mini, Mini World, mini
This mini, Mini World, mini, mini
I still dream that we are singing the same melody
I don't understand them
But what do they mean?
Why am I cold?
Is this dying?
But if I want to survive
Must I accept
To follow them all
Out of my reality
[Tune]

So, I go everyday
I'm dying at each instant
I feel it
Life lasts only a short time
Taken away by the horizon
By some music notes
I sing hope
To make my life magic
[Tune]

Where The Lonely Ones Roam"

Won't you come out

We could paint the town red
Kill a little time
You can sleep when you're dead
Cause it isn't over yet
Get it out of your head

Chase a couple hearts

We could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter
Make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said
Cause it isn't over yet
Just remember what I said
Cause it isn't over yet

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home
To where the lonely ones roam

Won't you come out

I've been waiting for you
Holding my breath
Til my body turned blue
We've got everything to lose
Yeah I'm waiting on you

Sun's come up
And there's no one else around
Meet me in the shadows
Won't you tell me what you found
You've got everything to lose
Yeah I'm waiting on you

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
 Follow me home
To where the lonely ones roam

To where the lonely ones roam

Roam with me
Come down to where all of the others fell
Get lost in the dark to find yourself

Just remember what I said

No it isn't over yet

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead
Follow me home
To where the lonely ones roam

up. But after that, we feel despair, knowing that there aren't just one or two people that acts that way,
but millions of them and we almost can't do anything to reduce that number. All we do, is just
imagining us holding a gun, pointing it to those asshole's head begging for mercy, and then we
wholeheartedly squeeze the trigger. You feel chills run down your spine and pleasure overwhelming as
you hear the bullet leaves the barrel and strike into his brain, leaving nothing but an empty shell. But
what you did wasn't enough, you know it, you want more. But then you realize, that it is just an
imagination. You fell into silence thinking "i wish those people just vanished from the face of the earth,
so there'll be more places for better people in the world". Once again you've regained your
consciousness. And continue on scrolling 9gag posts.

I just wanted to be closer to God! What's so wrong about that!?" - Dwarf In The Flask.
I saw them coming from a mile away, or should I say I heard them. The rumbling of thousands of
footsteps heading towards me: The Footsteps From Hell. I readied my sword and looked back towards
my men. "These demons must never set foot near our homes!" I shout. The men all cheer and shout in
agreement. I give the order to charge, and charge we did, blades held high. We met the rumble of
those footsteps with the sound of our own. I was prepared to die so that my family need not know of
this horror. I guess it was no surprise that we fell to those approaching footsteps. we were but men
fighting demons, and the greatest demon that tore us apart was ourselves. That is why I could not
bring my sword down on those rebels. They were human like us. It was that thought that cost me my
life.

We stand there together, you and I. We stand and watch as he world falls apart around us.
"So this is what they were hiding," You say.
"Yeah, now that their Secrets unveiled, they are choosing to destroy any trace of it," I respond.
You look at me, "So what do we do?"
"The only thing we can," I respond. "We fight and we win."
You smile and look at our bike. "When do we set out?" You ask.
I look at you and your eyes filled with an intensity to fight. I can't help but smile. "Right now," I say as I
jump on the bike.
"You know we may not make it back," You tell me.
"I know, and to be honest, I don't care, as long as you're with me, I'm all right." I answer.
You wrap your arms around my waist. "I wouldn't want it any other way," You tell me softly.
I smile and start the bike. We drive on towards the destruction. You and Me together, forever.

We can't go back now"

"...Yeah."
"Are you ready?"
"Just a moment. Please."
...
...
...
"Do you regret it?"
"No. But I want to see the end of my past here. Today."
...
...
...
"The road from here on out will be filled with hardship."
"I know."
"I'll ask again: Are you ready?"
"...Yes."

Ready your blades," The captain told us. "Thy're coming."

I raised my blades, nervous because this was to be my first battle. The captain seemed to notice my
stress.
"Don't worry," he told me, "Just remember your training and try not to die."
I laughed nervously, "You sure do know how to inspire someone captain."
"It's not my job to inspire you, it's my job to make sure you live through this day."
I was about to say something when a green flare shot off.
"That's the signal," The captain stated. "Everyone deploy!"
I launched myself towards the enemy. The Titans. They walked aimlessly, almost like zombies.
Through my nervous mind a thought appeared.
"It's a like a Zombie Coaster," I mused. My thought quickly disappeared as I heard screaming. I looked
over and saw a comrade in a Titans grip. I rushed over to slash the Titan's neck but before my blades
reach I felt something yank on my wires. I was thrown down to the ground, I looked up in horror to see
a Titan staring down at me. I couldn't move, I wanted to run, but my body would not let me. The Titan's
hand was reaching for me. "Run goddamn you," I thought to myself, My body wouldn't respond
however. Suddenly the Titan collapsed. It took me a moment to recognize my savior. It was the
captain.
"Why are you just standing there?" He yelled. "Get back to the fight!"
I was stunned. but my momentary shock wore off. I launched myself back towards the Titans. It was a
good fight, but a lost one. I only came to realize that as I was being swallowed by a Titan and the rest
of the survey corps were retreating.
I had but one thought before the Titan closed it's mouth.
"I hoped I at least helped."

E posibil sa il cauti toata viata pe The One, e posibil sa il intalnesti la 17 ani Marta
si Vali sunt cel mai bun exemplu e posibil sa il intalnesti la 30, la 40, 50ideea
ca exista niste lucruri care te fac sa ajungi la concluzia ca este The One. O sa spun
exact cum vad lucrurile si care sunt motivele pentru care sa crezi ca merita sa
investeti in relatia respectiva. Vorba preferatilor mei de la Mumford & Sons: Where
you invest your love, you invest your life.

- Sa lupti pentru relatie insa sa o faci intr-un mod productiv. Sa simti ca merita. Ca
dupa fiecare conflictlucrurile o sa se imbunatateasca si ca impreuna o sa treceti
peste tot. Doar impreuna.
- Sa constientizezi faptul ca cel de langa tine are nevoi diferite decat ale tale si sa
faci tot posibilul sa i le oferi. Si daca el/ea este The One o sa primesti inapoi fix ceea
ce ai oferit.
- Aveti multe lucruri diferiteunuia ii place ceva ce tie nu iti place delocinsa
sunteti din acelasi film cand vine vorba de lucurile cele mai importante. Nu cred in
opposite attract. Insa nici in partenerul de langa tine care este doar o oglinda a ta.
Fiecare e bine sa aiba scurt metrajele sale. Lung metrajul e important sa fie facut
impreuna.
- Sa ii simti lipsa grav in momentul in care nu e langa tine. Sa simti cand esti fara
el ca esti incomplet.
- Oamenii care conteaza din jurul vostru sa o/il placa. Conteaza enorm. Familia,
prietenii, oamenii din jurcei care conteazadespre ei este vorba. O sa ai viata mai
usoara daca este asa
- Sa te simti bine in preajma omului de langa tine. Sa poti sa ii spui aproape
orice, sa te simti degajat, cat mai aproape de ceea ce esti tu. Sa nu mai incerci sa
impresionezi cu nimic, sa fie totul cat mai natural, sa ii spui mereu ce nu iti convine,
ce nu iti place. Sa te simti cat mai confortabil in preajma ei/lui.
- Sa pui noi inainte de mine. Daca gandesti asa deja raspunsul la intrebare
este singur. Ea/el este The One.
"Will you always love me?" She asked.
I smiled and looked down at her face. "How could I not?" I replied.
She smiled that smile that made me fall in love with her in the first place. I remember meeting her like
it was yesterday. I was walking across the fields when I heard her laugh. It was like something out of
an angel. I looked over and saw her, running and laughing with her friends. For some odd reason I had
a feeling that this woman was the one I was going to marry. I finally approached her one day, after I
had built up enough courage. I talked with her and the next thing I knew I was holding her in my arms.
Like something out of a dream. One day I was sent off to fight in a war that plagued our land. She
cried when I left but I told her I would return. I remember my words as clear as day. "Do not fear there
will be no Love Lost between us. I shall return on the day that the moon is full." Her beautiful face was
covered in tears as I left. "You had better keep your promise!" She shouted as I departed. I blew her a
kiss, showing that I vowed to keep it. When the night of the full moon came and I did not return, she
told me she had fallen into heartbreak. She had wept for several days. Months passed and I had still
not returned from that dreadful war. On the next night that held a full moon, I walked back into our
village. I saw a form waiting outside of my house. It was a form I knew all to well. It was my angel. I
dropped everything as I ran towards her calling her name. She turned to face me, shock and then
tears filled her eyes. She ran towards me and we embraced. "I told you I would be back on the night
with the full moon." I told her. She looked up at me and gently touched my face with her hands. "I
guess you did keep your promise," she said. We were silent for a few moments. She broke the
silence.
"Will you always love me?" She asked.
I smiled and looked down at her face. "How could I not?" I replied.
"When Our Journey Ends will we part ways?" I asked you.
"Why do you ask such a question?" you respond.
I shrugged. "I was just thinking about all the times we've had together ever since you joined up with
me."
You lay down on the grass, "Yeah we have been through some crazy stuff, I mean all those trapped
ruins, crazy animals, and lets not forget about the people that shot at us." You laugh and so do I.
"Yeah always some fun times," I say. I sit down in the grass next to you. A few moments of silence
passed where only the birds could be heard.
"You know," I started, "In this next town, I'm pretty sure that there are more adventures just waiting for
us."
You sit up, "We should be set for life with the reward we get for this job."
"I know," I say as I look down, "But the truth is I just want to spend more time with you."
You look at me. "Well maybe one more adventure wouldn't hurt. It would be a shame if you got
yourself killed if I wasn't around to help you."
I laugh. "I'm sorry but I believe I've saved you more."
You laugh too. "Only in your dreams."
We both stand up and I hold out my hand. "To one more adventure."
You take my hand. "Lets see what we can dig up next."

Your journey will never end, but you will find rest. The blood you leave on this Earth however continues
your journey in your stead once you are to weary to walk it yourself. It will take the same shoes that
you, your father and his father wore and will wear them on it's journey through the life you gave it.

He looked around him. Enemies were approaching from each side. He shook his head.
"I don't have time for this," He thought.
An enemy charged him, Jellal simply punched him and brought him to the ground.
"Whose next?" He challenged.
Another enemy charge and was again quickly knock out.
The rest of the group stepped back. "Man this guy is like the God of The Sun,"
Jellal raised his arms. "It's time to end this, I have to find a way to stop Zeref," He thought. Lights
formed around the remaining attackers.
"What the hell is this?" One of them shouted.
"The seven stars shall pass your sentence...." The light intensified. "Grand Chariot!"
The light cleared and the enemies were on the ground. Jellal took a deep breath and turned to walk
away.
"Wait...." a voice said weakly.
Jellal turned to see one of the attackers still conscious. Jellal walked over to him.
"Who.....are.....you?" His attacker asked.
Jellal smiled. "My name isn't really important." and with that got up and walked away.

"Don't cry Miku, If nobody liked your song I liked it, if there is only one person that liked your song and
that was you, than it was a good song, you weren't the only one who liked it, so don't cry. Just strive to
make another song that is good so that you can glow like you use to." Wipes tears from Miku's
eyes "Just sing again and again until you make another song, that you like and other people
like." Hugs Miku, she begins to cry but smiles.

Let me tell you a story about a time I met the woman that glowed.
I was walking through the forest late at night, trying to find my way back home. I seemed to be
lost....until something caught my eye. Through the trees, I noticed a light. I rubbed my eyes, the light
was still there.
"What in the world?" I thought. I walked towards the light, determined to figure out what it was. That
was when I saw her. A women who was glowing. She seemed to notice me and started to walk
towards me. I couldn't move, for some odd reason. The figure looked like Hatsune Miku, but that's not
possible. Miku is a vocaloid, why would she be here?
"Are you lost," the Miku asked.
"Umm, yeah I guess," I replied nervously.
The Miku just smiled and pointed towards the east. I looked over and saw another light appear.
"Just follow the Glow and you will be home," She told me.
I no longer felt afraid for an odd reason.
"Will you guide me there?" I asked her.
She smiled and nodded. "Of course," She giggled.
She lead the way and when we were at the forest's edge, I saw my house. I turned to thank the Miku
only to see that she had disappeared. On the ground was a note.
"Whenever you get lost in life, just look for the Glow. I will be there. -Miku."

We march and fight under the Silhouette of Honor. The truth is we had no choice to fight; we were
desperate. The enemy has been invading us for weeks now, it was time we got revenge. I did not want
to fight, I had to. I went through the training and now I am a member of the kings army. I fight under
the Silhouette of Honor, but in truth I am now fighting for vengeance. I may have been reluctant to fight
before but no longer. When I fight, I will be smiling. I will slash down the enemy that dare invade us
with my black blade. My blade shall become red with their blood. I could work with going under this
Silhouette of Honor, if it means I get to fight. The enemy made a mistake of invading my home, and
now they will pay. An army marches under the Silhouette of Honor, with me leading them. They all
wish to fight now. To drive a foe out of their homes. Fight with honor? I don't think so. This is war and
that means we will fight till our deaths in the name of driving out this enemy. Not for honor, but for
vengeance. If we die, we will not be mourned, we will become fuel for other soldiers who wish to drive
out the enemy. I draw my black blade, my soldiers do the same. The enemy approaches and the time
is almost here; Our vengeance is at hand. I raise my blade above my head and order the charge. We
will fight and drive out our foe.

We march and fight under the Silhouette of Honor. The truth is we had no choice to fight; we were
desperate. The enemy has been invading us for weeks now, it was time we got revenge. I did not want
to fight, I had to. I went through the training and now I am a member of the kings army. I fight under
the Silhouette of Honor, but in truth I am now fighting for vengeance. I may have been reluctant to fight
before but no longer. When I fight, I will be smiling. I will slash down the enemy that dare invade us
with my black blade. My blade shall become red with their blood. I could work with going under this
Silhouette of Honor, if it means I get to fight. The enemy made a mistake of invading my home, and
now they will pay. An army marches under the Silhouette of Honor, with me leading them. They all
wish to fight now. To drive a foe out of their homes. Fight with honor? I don't think so. This is war and
that means we will fight till our deaths in the name of driving out this enemy. Not for honor, but for
vengeance. If we die, we will not be mourned, we will become fuel for other soldiers who wish to drive
out the enemy. I draw my black blade, my soldiers do the same. The enemy approaches and the time
is almost here; Our vengeance is at hand. I raise my blade above my head and order the charge. We
will fight and drive out our foe.

I opened my eyes and smiled. There it is again. That perfect Sunrise. I crawl out of my bed put on my
clothes and walk outside. I take a deep breath of the fresh air. For some reason all of my problems
from the other day just melt away into that Sunrise. I wish I could just stare at it forever. But like all
things beautiful it does not last. I walk back inside and grab my gear. It's time to go to work. Even as a
soldier, the Sunrise still puts me at ease. Seeing that view every morning makes me think that my
being here is worth it. Feeling the sun's warmth heals my weary bones. It feels good to know that I can
see that view every morning and that I'm fighting to protect something I care about. That Sunrise is
proof of everything.

Ever thought about giving up?

That nothing ever went your own way?
Well, it's the same for everyone, I'm pretty sure if you asked as many people as you could, they'd all
answer that they'd rather do something different or something went wrong along the way.
this is where we learn, that giving up should not be an option, instead if you get knocked down, you
get back up again, just like our very own sun at sunrise.

Look at this place," The young adventurer stated in awe.

"I know," His companion replied, an older more experienced adventurer.
"I can't believe we finally found it," The young one said. "Fantasy Island."
"It sure is a sight to see, Todd," The elder responded as creatures that looked like dragons soared
below them.
"Hey Bruce," Todd started, "Do you think what we're looking for is in that city?"
Bruce shook his head. "I don't know, If the legends are true, then yeah that's the city of crystal where
the artifact is located."
"Sweet!" Todd exclaimed, "So that means we're almost done with this quest."
The two adventurers had been traveling on a quest to look for Fantasy Island for five years now. Bruce
smiled as he reflected back on the journey.
"To think its almost over...." Bruce mused.
"Do you think our dreams will come true?" Todd asked.
"Well if this artifact does what its supposed to then yeah, We won't ever have to worry about anything
ever again," Bruce replied.
"What is this artifact called again?" Todd asked, "The Tear of Hope...or something like that?"
"You're right Todd, its the Tear of Hope, an artifact said to make any who possess it have all of their
hopes and dreams come true." Bruce explained. "remember to be careful with that power though, It
could be enough to turn a man into something he never wanted to be."
"I know, I know," Todd responded. "Do you think you'll still keep going on adventures after this one?"
Bruce stopped walking and a puzzled look came over his face. After a few moments he responded.
"I guess adventuring is all I've ever known, be pretty hard to stop now," Bruce said.
"Nice! So for our next trip can we go to Atlantis?" Todd asked.
Bruce smiled. "You are definitely my son," He chuckled, and with that the two of them walked into the
crystal city.

You fell that breeze?" I asked my squad.

"Yeah, it feels nice," one of them replied.
"It feels almost calm," the other said. "Like a wind that can just let you drift
away."
I nodded, "Yeah, it's the Wind of Freedom. The breeze that will float us away from
these walls and into the unknown world. A world without titans."
"That's wishful thinking," one of my members said mockingly.
I looked at him, "Wishful thinking is about all that keeps me running right now."
"You need to be more of an optimist, Sven," my other squad member replied.
Sven looked at her, "I need to be an optimist? If I remember correctly, Jane,
before you joined this squad you were pretty pessimistic yourself."
I looked at both of them. They were the same age as me and had been with me
ever since I had joined the military. They were two of my best friends, so I
couldn't imagine being in a squad with anyone else. They trusted me and I
trusted them.
"Hey, remember the symbol we wear on our backs," I told them.
"The Wings of Freedom," Jane said.
"The symbol of the Survey Corps," Sven finished.
"Right," I said, "so let's use these wings to carry us on this Wind of Freedom and
find our place in the world."
They looked at each other and then back at me.
"You know," Sven started, "for a soldier, you're pretty dream filled."
"I've told you this before," I said, "dreams are all I've got to go on."
"So let's work hard to make this dream a reality," Jane said.
I looked over the wall to watch the setting sun. "Yes, let's.
Well I have already posted a story to this song on MrEpicOST's page, but I feel
this song deserves another story, so here it goes.

It was a summer day, I was just sitting at the edge of a pier, watching the clouds
dance by. These days were ones that I always enjoyed. They were peaceful and
relaxing, a nice change from the normal way of life. It was a time of Reverie.
Every now and again I would try to make shapes out of the clouds, but nothing
prepared me for what I saw today. Today as I was relaxing and watching the
clouds, I saw an orca whale in the sky. It was actually flying through the sky. I
looked up at it in marvel, rubbed my eyes, looked back and saw it was still there.
I couldn't believe it. I called my parents over and pointed to where the orca was.
They told me that it was a nice cloud formation with some of the setting suns
lights reflecting in it. I looked back and saw the orca, I still don't know how they
couldn't see it. I guess it doesn't matter to me what they saw, I know what I saw
and I know that that memory will always be one I look back on.

Gazing upwards forever

My side, you left never
Wrapped in your arms
Enduring the worst storms
Smiling up at the sky
Feeling the need to cry
Watching an endless ocean
So many different emotions
Watch day and night pass
The stars moving in chasse
Wandering innocent eyes
The world under a guise
It never seeming scary
In this state of Reverie.

flying is not the skill of being in the air without anything

it is the art of missing the ground when you fall.

Have you ever heard the tale of the Epic Rise? It goes slightly like this.....
The battle had been long and hard, but in the end she was victorious. She fell to
one knee, exhausted. The flames danced around her, celebrating her victory. The
sun rose from behind her, casting an angelic light over the warrior. Her struggles
were finally over. The battle to determine everything has just been decided, and
she had won. She looked at her fallen enemy, his body bursting into flames. She
almost couldn't believe she had defeated him. He, who had killed everyone that
she had cared for. He, who had pursued her to the edge of the world and back.
He, who had beaten her to the brink of death. He, who now lies burning before
her. She rose and looked towards the rising sun. It was an Epic Rise to her,
because for the first time in what felt like forever, she did not have to imagine
that this was going to be her last day on earth. This was a day that she could
truly enjoy. The first of many to come.

Fire
That Blazing thing
The thing to cleanse all liars
In the air of many wings

Water
That wet thing
The thing to wash all daughters
In the air of spring

Earth
That solid thing
The thing which all things are birthed
As the wild men sing

Air
That slivery thing
The thing that many wear
But which will only cling

Spirit
That lovely thing
The thing which has no limit
But which always sting

This woman she has them all

Blazing in her heart
They all brawl in side her wall
Wonderfully smart

It seems I am a little late to be writing my story, but here is one for this song.

"They will all burn," she thought. "They will all burn."
She slashed her blade and watched as flames followed, engulfing the world in its
blaze. The fools that had taken her, tortured her, killed everything she loved, they
will burn and it will be her doing. They have her this power for a reason. That
reason was to fight. She would fight alright, but it would not be their enemies. No,
it would be the creators themselves; the monsters that did those horrible things
to her. They would be destroyed by their own creation. It would be a continuum.
She would continue to hunt down those that treated her cruelly, she would
continue to kill, she would continue to get revenge. As the lab burned up in
flames, she turned her back and started to walk away. It was time to continue on
to the next target.

There it is again. That one time of year. Providence. The time to let our wishes
reach the sky. Each and everyone of us writes our wish on a lantern and sets it
free. The wishes fly away into the sky, reaching the heavens where they will be
answered. I was releasing my lantern one night when I saw an empty boat.
Beside the boat hovered a lantern. "Why was it just floating there? "I thought. "Is
it attached to the boat?" I paddled towards the boat to see that the wish written
on the lantern was mine. Curious I touched the lantern and suddenly I saw a
beautiful woman before me. A golden halo hovered over her head. I looked at her
and she looked at me.
"Is this yours?" She asked.
I nodded shock on my face.
The woman smiled and looked at the wish written. After reading it she giggled
and looked at me.
"Are you sure this is your wish?" She asked.
I looked away shyly. The girl giggled again.
"Don't worry," she told me. "It will happen."
I looked at her, my mouth open. The girl smiled and vanished, Leaving me alone
next to an empty boat and holding my lantern in my hands.

A speech from a general of the human liberation army:

"For centuries they have ruled over us. Demons making us fear for our every day
lives. We will succumb to this fear no longer. It is time for a new era, A New Era
For Humanity. I call upon you brothers and sisters, rise up and revolt! I have taken
up my sword but I cannot beat the demons alone. You must overcome your fear
like I have! You must fight for your right to live! You seek guidance? I can provide
that! You seek leadership? I can provide that! You seek courage? That is
something only you can provide for yourselves! The demons will not stop until
they have killed each and everyone of us! I will not give them that chance! No
matter what background you come from, know this: we are all human! We must
take back our lands and rid the world of these demons! I will state this again: I
cannot beat them alone! So I will ask for a final time; Are you will to fight for A
New Era For Humanity?!"

This is the final moment of one who has won. The Hero Wins in the end, of
course. Now I walk away from that hard fought battle, stronger than ever before.
He was a worthy villain, one worth fighting and writing about. There was a
problem though, he tried threatening my friends and family. I couldn't let that
stand. So I became the hero of this story and it ended how all hero stories do,
with the hero winning and the villain failing. It was worth it in the end I guess,
although I feel upset that I had to kill him. I felt something close to pity when I
fought him. It was unfortunate that I had to kill my brother, but no one threatens
to kill my friends and family. I guess in this way, the Hero Wins indeed. The Hero
Wins the chance to live their life.

If I have to give everything up to save her, then I will. I will go through anything
that tries to stop me from reaching her whether its an army or death. She is
calling for me and I must respond to it. I must go to her who is the center of my
universe, the other half of my soul. If I am going to die, I will die in her arms when
she is free, until then, leave me be and just watch me save her.

She is the Center of His Universe. She is his everything. Or at least she was, until
they took her. Now he searches endlessly trying to get her back. A chance at
Redemption. All of the time on his journey is spent in one of two ways: searching
for her or remembering the times that they shared together and hoping to make
more memories like them. Times where they sat in each other's arms, just
watching the day pass them by. The time that they went to the movies and
laughed the whole time. The time that they first met, on that starlit night, on that
park bench. That was his favorite one. That memory gave him his purpose, his
motivation for finding her. He would never forget the way she looked at him when
they first met, that sparkle in her eyes accentuated by the lights of the stars. The
sly smile that appeared on her lips as they talked. The way her hair glowed and
reflected the light from the moon and the stars. This was his passion, his
perfection, his one and only. She is the reason he searches high and low, day and
night, searching with a fervor found only in the maddest of men. The fervor of
love. He swore to her that he would find her, no matter the cost, no matter the
distance; He would always find her. When he sleeps his dreams are the memories
of them when they are together. She is the sole reason for his being. She is the
Center of His Universe, and somewhere she is out there, with them, waiting for
him to come rescue her, just like he did before.

There is Injustice in this world, of that She is certain. What can you do when the
world is against you? The answer is simple. You fight back. She traveled town to
town, nation to nation, in order to cure Injustice. At each town a challenge faced
her. At each town a challenge was conquered. Stories started to spread about her.
Her red hair, her sword, her skill, her fight. Soon at each town she would be
greeted by those that sought to end the Injustice of the world. Soon she had not
a following but an army at her disposal. She lead her army across the land,
stopping Injustice wherever it lurked. What started as a challenging quest for a
young girl, evolved into a movement for an army, a symbol for justice. She
became their symbol of hope. The question she asks of them is how much they
are willing to give in order to be free. Many have joined her cause, will you??

Fork and Knife

Fish and chips
Work out-Shameful parts of your body that you won't show to your lover-Her frail
Wrist
Damon S-Style

Mi-am adus aminte de o nuvel citit cndva. Un scriitor, ajuns n culmea gloriei,
e srbtorit de prieteni i admiratori. Osp, ampanie, toasturi! Maestrul se
ridic i n aplauzele tuturor spuse:
Iat-m pe culme. Voi m srbtorii, crile mele sunt citite de milioane de
oameni, am 50 de ani i o femeie frumoas care m ador. Toate acestea sunt
azi, le simt i sunt beat de ele. Dar mine cnd voi mbtrni, i pana mea
neputincioas va mucegi, ce va fi mine? Se vor ridica alii, m vei uita i voi
rmne s mor singur, netiut de nimeni. Ci oameni se pricep s dispar cnd
trebuie? Adic, atunci cnd sunt iubii, stimai, n plin apogeu, ntre suiul luminos
i coborul sumbru? Asta e marea art, s tii s mori frumos.
i, scond un revolver, i trase un glon n inim. Oare marea art n iubire, nu e
s rupi, atunci cnd eti pe culme? De ce s atepi descompunerea
simmintelor, inevitabilele certuri, njosiri, invective, care scoboar n mocirl
cerul dragostei? De ce s atepi mucturile nveninate ale erpilor i s nu
isprveti n plin strlucire?

Ati fost vreodata atat de lenesi incat aveai in minte un comentariu atat de
awesome dar era prea lung ca sa-l scrii,asa ca ai capatat o figura trista in timp ce
inchideai pagina de facebook si usor,cu sageata mergeai spre partea de sus a
ecranului pentru a deschide un tab nou,scrii adresa midgetpornfree.net apoi
incepi sa te masturbezi usor cu mana dreapta in timp ce cu stanga te sugrumi
usor,doar pentru ca peste cateva sexunde sa intre peste tine fara sa ciocaneasca
verisoara ta de 6 ani care acum a ramas socata pe viata,motiv pentru care mama
ta te lasa pe drumuri deoarece tinea la acea nepoata mai mult decat la tine
deoarece tu erai infiat iar asta a fost prima data cand ti s-a spus...Vezi ce faci
satana...vezi ce faci!??! Sper ca esti multumit!

Scarlet hold her eyes were seen,

That form such blood to ever been.
With? stains on heart that grimly rode,
That darken her mind and soul erode.
Silent mourned the dreaded night,
That face to met the monsters blight.
Reddish moon that bathe by kill,
That honed the way of ending thril
Sharingan is red
Rasengan is blue
If you? dislike this song
I will chidori you

rom 0:00? to 0:47 I imagine myself as a knight, fighting my oponent at losing by

being stabbed in the chest, then at 0:48 the mark of the fire dragon starts to
shine on my back as i put my hands on my opponent's blade which is still in my
chest, and I pull it out saying "I refuse... to die like this!" then my whole body gets
wrapped in a divine flame that disappears and leaves a crimson red armor on me,
then at 1:15 an angel descends from the sky giving me a pure white sword.

1:40 as I take the sword the beautiful divine angel hands me. my eyes turn deep
glowing blue and I charge towards my opponent striking with the sword as he
blocks every hit 2:10 i strike as hard as i can and he blocks my sword as we stare
one into each other's eyes and we remain unmoved with our swords still clashed,
trembling our hands trying to overpower? one another, 2:23 my opponent
screams in rage and anxiety and dose multiple hits pushing me back as i try to
block them

2:57 I block the last of the hits as the mark of the fire dragon starts to shine on
my back once again, my sword starts to shine brighter and brighter 3:10 i push
my opponent back and I strike breaking his sword in half 3:25 (while in slow
motion) i aim towards my enemy's heart, as he gazes into my eyes i can read
the? fear in his eyes; 3:34 i pierce his heart as i close my eyes and his body starts
burning, i whisper "rest in peace, sinner"

4:20 after he completely burns and disappears i wave my sword into the air,
cleaning it from the blood on it, and then i stare at the lady who's fault all of this
pointless bloodshed started from, the lady i once loved but greed and sins
changed her into? nothing but a beautiful form filled with misery and rotten on
the inside; 4:33 and i tell her "I cant die yet, not until I will know I cleansed the
world from the likes of you" 4:40 I start running towards her

with the sword held under my right shoulder by both my hands while its pointing
towards her; 5:05 she casts fire balls towards me 5:10 i slice the fire balls with
my sword one by while going closer and close to her; 5:33 I leap? in the air while
my sword start shining with a bright light, the memories of the happy times I had
with this girl pass in front of my eyes 5:47 the moment when she betrayed me
and turned dark passes in front of my eyes
as the mark of the fire dragon starts to blaze stronger than ever on my back, my
sword gets wrapped in both light and fire? 6:00 as i open my eyes with an angry
expression on my face i slash from the sky towards her as my sword hits a magic
barrier casted by her 6:10 as i'm pushing harder and harder to break the barrier
as fire and light can be seen flying randomly around from the collision when my
sword hit the barrier

6:20 everything gets brighter and brighter as the barrier cracks and all the power
from the slash goes towards her, the explosion makes everything pure white and
nothing but white can be seen any more 6:25 as the white fades, nothing remains
but a giant carving in the earth from the impact and smoke can still be seen
getting out of the carving as its still hot...both the hero and the lady, are now
dead as the hero accomplished the reason why he? was allowed by the angel to
still live after being

ou look in front of you see an army of ten thousand men coming at you. you look
behind you and see men who already lost everything who are not fighting
because they were commanded to not because they are soldiers? but they fight
for freedom..you don't say a word to them but you yell...you cry out a war cry
that shakes the enemy to their very soul your men the raise their swords and
their shields and scream a war cry that shakes the ground underneath them..and
them you just say one word "FORWARD.

I always shows the brightest Smile ~

Cheering everyone who is down/unhappy ~

Root those who is facing new challenge ~
Yet no one understand me ~

Mikuo~
Don't get it ? Read the 1st Letter (Vertical)

Damn...toate cartile alea cu Sherlock Holmes chiar elimina orice amuzament si

mister in cazuri de genu. Dar sa nu elimin de tot aura de mister a povesti, va dau
doar un indiciu-Caseta a avut un scop precis, acela de a musamaliza o crima
reala, de aici neconconrdanta dintre victima si cea care s-a inregistrat.
Intentionat femeia nu s-ar fi sinucis intr-un mod asa brutal, metodele ar fi fost:
(39.1%) Otravire,(31.0%) Arme de foc, iar restul procentajului aleg diverse cai la
indemana, dar evident cai care sa le asigure o moarte rapida si eficienta. Astfel
ca, ce a gasit politia era deja mort inainte ca cuptorul sa fi fost aprins si corpul
incinerat. Acum de ce ar fi ales sa distruga o astfel de caseta, probabil ceva nu a
mers bine in plan, sau o a 3-a persoana a intervenit (aici pot intra si elemente
fantomatice pentru fani). Misterul in sine nu e de ce a vrut sa scape de caseta ( o
proba care ar fi indus politia in completa eroare), dar care a fost motivul crimei,
dupa mine intriga amoroasa dintre 2-3 femei pentru un barbat, sau o
amenintare/razbunare directa adresata persoanei care ar fi suferit cel mai mult
dupa femeia care a murit. Damn...m-a luat valul si am cam rezolvat
cazul....eh..carry on then.

I think of a lone soldier...

His shield is raised and his fallen comrades litter the area around him.
In the land before him, there are thousands upon thousands of the barbarians
that slayed his brothers.
In one sounding call, they scream; a roiling shout of war.
The ground thunders as the? horde charges at the man.
The man looks at the approaching horde, his helmet makes his eyes slits.
He eyes them with a look of steely determination.
The horde slows down in fear.
"Who is this man that defies?"S

hould we only appreciate the flowers at their peak and the moon when it's full?
Don't let yourself be blinded, everything is at it is.

As a child, I was told that society is a melting pot of talents; knowledge and
experience combined to form important alloys that will contribute to mankind.
When I got to highschool, however, I thought that it's more like a river in which
the water represents our peers while we ourselves are the stones in the river.
Constant erosion by mindless majority sheeping has made us lose our unique
edge. After I hit the age of 18, I realized that I've been wrong all along. Society is
no melting pot. Society is no river. Society is a person, a very skilled rapist, and
he has fucked us all.

They have all perished, this is the battlefield for the strongest from both sides.
The world has never met such a bitter end, lets hope that we get to keep the
home? we call Earth...

Even then, in those final? days, all she wanted to do was dance. All I could do is
watch, and think of how beautiful she was; as she spun and sway from side to
side. Singing as the wind blew through her hair. Tears came to my eyes as my
dream began to fade. The last thing I saw was her smile. That smile that pierced
the hardest heart. She slipped away, as did I. The last thing I heard was, 'Thank
you for everything. Goodbye.'
Thank you for the upload MarK1lra

I walk within all the shouting flames

I close my eyes to cleanse away my pain
i can feel the rain
It's washing away my inner pain
Why do i suffer, why do i?
Yet as i suffer in this cleansing rain, i can feel a joy within my brain
I chose this pain, time to listen to my heart once more,? so i can dance once
again.
I Am know as your consciousness, inner guide who is in your head and heart.

I'm not what people see, This is but a crown

A tool that gave me status, And flipped my life upside down
I was handed it with good reason, Even though I didn't ask
I was best fit to wear it, This crown? that is my mask

My kin, there comes a time where all men must be tested, to be placed against
the anvil with the smith's hammer falling like thunder onto our waking, brittle
bones. These are terrible times, yet the greatest of all. For we prove who we are
and what we will die for? and we make legends of ourselves and what we have
become, to carry our legacy into the infinity of history and whatever lies beyond,
if the need is thus."

Bellowing cried, where death be certain,

The silver lining, the techno creation.
Between the horde of restless and weak,
That armies collide and bleak.
Now form? and brace, prepare your fate,
To face the blood that all relate.
The end be soon and horror's show,
For death now wait for souls in flow.
His body is made of swords
His blood of iron and his heart of glass
He survived? across countless battlefields
Never once has he been defeated
Never once has he been victorious
The bearer lies here alone
Forging iron in a hill of swords
Thus, my life needs no meaning
This body is made of INFINITE SWORDS.
The dark hero rises into the light, and shatters the foes that overcome his path,
nothing stood in his way. Not even? the gods.

Dear You Tube user... You are now entering the " Epic Part " of You Tube.
You humans call it... heaven, where all your dreams and emotions get together
and fill you up with strenght.
You are welcome? and we hope you'll change to something better during the
song.
Have a nice day

"Darkness hides the horrors that the day? can bring."

This made me shed a tear. It's painful to watch how time flies so fast... just too
fast for us to enjoy it. This post is exactly the definition of life. We only think
about the day after tomorrow, and forget about the day we are in already. Present
doesn't exist anymore... we are all living in an unreal future... made only by
dreams and false promises made to us... Every x-mas is the same... "I promise to
myself I'll do that! I'm so going to get my grades high! I'm so going to the gym!
I'm so going to find a job! I'm so going to do something productive with my life!"
But all of them are only lies... We are afraid to accept who we really are at the
very moment.

BUT ALL OF THIS COULD CHANGE! Accept who you are! Accept yourself and don't
be either afraid or ashamed. They may call you ugly, forever alone, stupid, or
whatsoever. This doesn't mean anything. There's still time to change! So you,
who's sitting right behind the monitor, reading this, wasting your time on this
website... think of a dream. Write it on a piece of paper. Put it in your pocket and
start believing in it. It doesn't matter how stupid, hard it may seem. Just put your
whole trust into it and start RIGHT FROM THIS MOMENT to chase it! Not
tomorrow! Not the other week! RIGHT NOW!

You know I'm right and somewhere deep in your heart, you want to be happy!

Were in fear, we are instilled in fear.

I listen with my ears

To hear the sound of hope.

The hope that will break this fear.

as i am courage, i will be near.

till you stand on your feet.

I am? courage call me when you fear.

My? theme while i'm trying to battle my homework.

As we battle the worst enemy of our life.....The...RIng....Of.....BUFFER!
It is the one stopping us from enjoying this music mid-way!
LET US FIGHT!
OR? DIE!
he Shadow Isles; they say they dont exist. Mythical islands haunted by ghosts
and specters; tales to frighten children. But I know better. I have been there.
When I first set foot there, I immediately knew something was wrong with that
place. My skin crawled and in the pit of my stomach, I felt a terrible revulsion. Life
didnt belong there. But I also knew somehow deep inside I knew that the
islands welcomed me. They wanted me. As I wandered deeper I saw death all
around me. Ghostly trees, grass and flowers engulfed me in their horrifying
radiance. It was so quiet and so beautiful. I passed my hand through a spectral
leaf fluttering in the wind, but there was no wind. That was when I understood
that death was another world and I was at its door. Then I heard the song: the
spiders song. My companion cried out in terror and fell to his knees. I embraced
him. I told him he had nothing to fear. He was going to a better place. I WILL TAKE
THEM ALL TO A BETTER PLACE.

"Although the Golden Throne of Terra orbits a distant star far from here, the
Emperor's hand is on your shoulders today. You? have fought and displayed
bravery and loyalty far and above your calling as Guardsmen. You have faced the
full brunt of an Ork Waaagh! as well as stared down the horrors of the Warp in the
fallen Space Marines, and in that I am honoured to have led you." General Sturnn

That's why you serve on the Imperial Guard.

I want a Hentai girl? for me to make me happy

I want her so I can stop using my hand

Every single day, while watching anime

I'd pull her from my screen just like in my dreams

I want feel her touch, mainly on my crotch

I want my own hentai girl and she would sing

I won't tell you, there's nothing 'neath your bed

I won't sell you, that it's all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but they're not in your dreams
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat,
you'll need it for some of the people you meet
A bell in a churchyard,
It yells for me to begin.
And my hands they tremble and shake.
While a chill burrows under my skin.
It rains in the valley,
It rains from the skies.
And it's raining deep inside my soul,
And it pours up and out of my eyes.

Not long ago, you were here in my arms

And I swore I would protect you from harm
Now here we are.
On this hill, 'neath the tree
In the Churchyard at dawn.
How could we've fallen so far?

The earth is a blood-red clay

That cakes to my heels.
And the spade grows heavy as lead,
And my heart it is heavier still.
In a bow there's a raven
And its eyes fix me with a stare.
Then he turns and screams at the sky.
And it burns like the truth in my ears.

Not long ago, you were here in my arms

And I swore I would protect you from harm
Now here we are.
On this hill, 'neath a tree
In the Churchyard at dusk.
How could we've fallen so far?
No one should find out how it feels
Standing here, hoping and praying
You'll awake from this awful ordeal.
No one should find out what it's like
Standing here, digging a hole in which to bury
Your child and your wife.

When they are finished

They look like wounds on a hill
Two graves, that lay side by side
For my life and my lover to fill.

No one should find out how it feels

Standing here, hoping and praying
You'll awake from this awful ordeal
No one should find out what it's like,
Standing here, not having the means
To buy the medicine to save their lives.

Beyond time and space, a ruthless arbiter has been waiting and watching. The
manifestation of all future nightmares, Eternum Nocturne now descends upon the
Fields of Justice. This Legendary Skin re-imagines the Eternal Nightmare as a mix
of biological themes with a technological frame.

Duskbringer tears through reality, exposing the darkness between worlds.

Eternum Nocturne dives towards his target as a whirling corkscrew of whirring
blades when he casts Paranoia.

Try this: Write down the ending in one sentence. Then summarize the whole story/concept
in three sentences, Then write three sentences about each part. Then write the same
thing again in eight sentences. Don't be afraid to write something down multiple time if
it's important, but always add some more details. Be strict with lenghts, only incorporate
the best ideas in each level. Do this multiple times, each time a longer description about
your whole story. It's pretty hard but you'll be seeing your crucial plot points more clearly.
When you have an A4 page for every part, do this again from charachter perspective.
Write down one sentence about your every character, the most important thing. Then
write three sentences. Then write eight and detail their role in your story. That is for base
structure. It's not problem when it complex, but it should make sence, so always build
vertically, not horizontally. (so do not write a character description listing every features,
%

it won't be authentic. First write about where they've born. Write something about their
parents, house, childhoods. You may know he'll experience an alien abduction when he is
18ys old, wich changes him forever, so he can be Cpt Starkiller Cold, the most badass
pilot in Narnia, but you have to know exactly who is he when this life-changing thing
happens to him. He must be an authentic, completly functioning belibeable person, then
you can throw him aroud and see how he reacts. If you write good literature, you can't
plagiarize. You can write the same story as the big writers and history and still came up
with a perfectly different story. ;)

Plagiarism is when you intentionally copy things,without adding relevant new content,or
trying use the hype from an another thing to your advantage.For example this is
plagiarism:Logan Spacerunner lives whit his nanny on the mountain planet Inkh,when he
finds an old drone with a secret message,wich leads him to the mountain monk Obe van
Niboka.They hire a badass bounty hunter Shan Loner, and his partner an alien, looking
like a lizzard and doesn't speak but sizzling like a snake. Together they ride the
Centenarial Eagle the sturdiest spaceship in the system... - Now that's is shit, but look at
stories like Guardians of the Galaxy,Harry Potter,or another ones.They have similar
structures,plotpoints,features and elements.As Luke finds out who is his father,Harry
found out how he is connected to Voldemort.Groot vs Chewbacca.These are building
blocks,what you build from them is the question. ALSO: dont write fan fiction.You doesn't
learn much, and it isn't easier building your own

I feel like you wrote belibing on purpose...

Wow. Dude. Wtf. That's shit. Don't write ending in one sentence : write ALL the ending
possible then choose.
The best way to know how to write is to desecrate the writing. Then write, write, write... A
story, especially in cinema, is written with an eraser, not a pen.

Yeah, that's only work when you are educated and experienced. An amateur will be
walking in a trap of world building, overly complicating, or writers block. The technique I
described is especially for beginners without experience. It's a training process. You are
right, but that needs discipline and knowledge
Warcraft poems about classes

This ethos was true for me before, I was a noble healer, helped my fellow players to survive against all
odds. Now however I'm ice cold, calculated. If you stand in fire, you die. If you pull and you're not the
tank, you won't get my aid. If you in any way cause damage to yourself through your own idiotic
actions, then I'll watch you burn and die, then I leave your charred bones behind, so you can resurrect
yourself and walk the walk of shame back again. I am The healer; The judge; The executioner.

am a Rogue. I will stalk you. From the shadows, from below the ground, form nothing. You can't abide
my murderous wrath. Your last breath will be painful as I apply my tools of choice one by one... slowly
and painfully. Your last breath will be agonizing with the Garrotes digging in your throat while you're
desperately grasping for breath, only to realize you are in a thick gust of smoke. You try to fight back,
but you feel with every movement the poison seeping in your veins and the internal bleeding of your
damaged organs. I am your nightmare...

I am a monk. I'm proud of being the most annmoying asshole ever.

I can heal my ass like a pally.
I am quicker than a rogue.
I can burst you down faster than a fire mage.
I can stun more than any warrior.
All of this with my bare hands and feet, while you wield your fancy swords and staves....
And when darkness spreads across the land,
When against your deepest fears you stand,
Just k*cking karma and YOLO.
Have a nice day in your arenas :)

I am the blade of the scourged king, turned against him. My icey grip demands your soul, my plagued
strikes will boil the blood from your very body. I am death incarnate, and by my runes of power I
command the forces of death. My soul-forged blade knows no limits, my yellowed teeth and rotted
tongue revel in the taste of blood. Few have withstood my wrath, and none have bested me. The very
light which you worship once trembled in my shadow, but in its meager resistance a forgotten
piece of me awoke. I learned of mercy on blood soaked hallowed grounds, the lich I once called king
now my sworn enemy. I serve by your side, a fearless knight holding back the tides of the scourge as
well as any paladin. I am the Death Knight, and none can even hope to match me.

As I wondered trough the night, an overwhelming sensation went into my bones. The moonlight
shining in the lake was the only thing that guided me into the pitch-black darkness.
Then, It started to rain. And with the sound of the raindrops, a deeper sound came.
It was like the mountain ahead was standing up and slowly moving to me. The shadow that casted
blocked the moonlight, then a lightning gave me the most disturbing image a knight like me could held.

It was like the legends said. Big like the sky, white as the snow and horrible like the reaper itself.
And it was my mission to stop it.

Julius Caesar : " I came, I saw, I conquered " (Veni, vidi, vici). Brief, but badass.

"We are but a handfull in a tiny land and there are millions of them......how can we get enough space
to bury them all"
-Larry Thorne fin soldier about the Russians

Emissary: How many more of your soldiers have to die before you surrender?
Anonymous (I dont recall the general) : All of them.

Ottoman Commander Sokullu Mehmet Pasha to Crusader forces representative Venice Ambassador
Barbaro (7th March 1573) : "By conquering Cyprus, we cut your arm (rumored to be "penis"). By
burning our armada you shaved our beard. There is no way to grow an arm again. But shaved beard
will grow stronger.

"If you are going through hell, keep going"- Winston Churchill

Most Badass has to be this one:

"Heroes! At exactly 15 o'clock the enemy must be crushed by your fierce charge, destroyed by your
grenades and bayonets. The honor of Belgrade, our capital, it has to be bright. Soldiers! Heroes! The
Supreme Command has erased our regiment from its records, our regiment has been sacrificed for
the honor of Belgrade and the Fatherland. You have more to worry about your lives, they NO longer
exist. Therefore, forward to glory! For the king and the country! Long live the King! Long live Belgrade!
"

I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it
by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his own country

- George S. Patton

Queen mother of grenada kingdom when she saw her son ( king) crying because he lost war againt
spain:

Cry like a woman what you did not know how to defend like a man

I dont order you to fight, I order you to die. In the time it takes us to die, other troops and commanders
can come and take our places.
Mustafa Kemal

To conquer a nation, first disarm its citizens.

Adolf Hitler

Battle of thermopylae
Xerxes :my mens arrows will block out the sun
Leonidas: then we will fight in the shade

Macedonians: Sparta will be destroyed if we conquer it.

Spartans: If.

al C. Abrams : "They've got us surrounded again, those poor bastards".

Xerxes, king of Persia : "Surrender your weapons"

King Leonidas : "Molon labe" (come and take them)

Marchal F. Foch :"Mon centre cde, ma droite recule, situation excellente, j'attaque !".
(My centre is giving way, my right is retreating, situation excellent, I am attacking !).

Major Gal O. Smith : "Retreat hell ! we're just attacking in another direction"

Robert Oppenheimer : "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds"

(after test of the 1st atomic bomb)

I hear a lot of crap about what a glorious thing it is to die for your country. It isnt gloriousits stupid!
You dont go into battle to die for your country. You go into battle to make the other bastard die for his
country.

We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall
fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the
cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the
fields and on the streets, we shall fight in the hills, we shall never surrender.

There can be no retreat when theres no rear. You cant retreat, or even withdraw, when youre
surrounded. The only thing you can do is to break out, and in order to do that you have to attack, and
that is what were about to do. Heck, all were doing is attacking in a different direction.

Blas de lezo
Todo buen espaol debera mear siempre mirando a Inglaterra.
"Every good Spaniard should pee always looking at England."

French tourist on the HMS Victory: "Are these the cannonballs from the Battle of Trafalgar?"

British Tour Guide: "No, your navy has those."

"I do not order you to fight, I order you to die. In the time it takes us to die, other troops and
commanders can come and take our places."

Mustafa Kemal to the 57th Infantry Regiment at Gallipoli 1915. The 57th had depleted all their
ammo and fought with bayonets until the whole regiment was either killed or wounded in the defense.
The regiment is now inactive as a sign of respect.

When the Mexican army surrendered against the American in 1847, the American officer asked the
defeated army for the remaining weapons and ammo and General Anaya replied:
"If we still had ammo you wouldn't be here".

The Lord created me in the beginning of his works,

before all else,
when he set the heavens in their place, I was there,
before he made the earth, I was his darling child
and played the creation game, in eternal joy with him.
I was his craftsman and his companion and delight.
Wisdom and word is my name
and I was with him before all creation.
He is the ancient of days and I am his eternal son.

We together created mighty superstrings

and weaved them together with colossal strands of energetic light
colored in beautiful magnificent opalescence
into the very fabric of reality
and a new unimaginably beautiful universe was born in glory and delight.

The giant Knight's squire.

Once there liver the most gallant of all,
A knight as tall as the castle's wall.
Under his protection it was peace and calm,
It truly was a kingdom come.
Then came a young lad with hopes all high,
To seek the giant's council and learn how to fight.
The knight was now old but he took him in,
A prodigy you say!! we'll see it then.
The young lad trained long and then some more,
The giant grew weaker and lost his post.
No longer the protector, he retired to the valley,
The lad followed him through the rivers on his galley.
As the knight took his last breath and stood to face death,
The lad stood too to pay his respects.
"No longer you'll be a squire" the giant knight said,
"You truly are a prodigy my young knight, protect the realm"

I can hear them. I can hear all of them. Calling out to someone, calling out to the big guy upstairs,
trying to make a bargain, promising to stop old habits, start doing something they should have been
doing in the first place. I can hear them calling for the doctors, the nurses, to "someone in charge", to
"anyone who can help". When they get what they want they thank God more than they thank the
doctor. Almost everyone in this building is asking for one thing, time; they don't know it but time is all
they're really asking for,

those patients asking for a quick recovery are asking for more time to do whatever the hell they want,
the woman waiting for her son to come out of the surgery room is asking for more time with her son,
the doctors praying for a successful surgery as they wash their hands are also asking for time; it's up
to me to decide how much time will be given to them, that is if I decide to give it to them in the first
place.

I'm not a time lord, though that would have been a better title; I am Death.

I am the Grim Reaper, the fourth horse man, the pale rider, Yama, Thanatos, Ankou, Giltine; I have
been named hundreds of times by hundreds of civilizations and religions and have been recognized
before the dawn of the Sumerian. Most of you consider me as an evil entity, others say I'm good;
honestly I am not sure myself.

Tonight I'm here for a woman, I'm standing in front of her husband, he is sitting outside the delivery
room while the doctor and nurses work on her; they told him that he can't be inside the delivery room
right now. I can hear her husband beg for more time, I can hear the pounding of everybody's heart as
the sound of the ECG tries to fill the small gaps of silence in the room.

I step inside and stand behind the doctor, trying to figure out what to do next as she tries to make it
look like she knows what she's doing, the nurses were doing great they didn't panic even though this
might be the first time for them to witness a the death of a patient.

Her heart rate is fast, soon it's going to stop. Her face shows struggle, I can tell she's asking for
something too but she's not asking time for herself. I can see tears flowing down her cheeks,
connecting the dots of sweat. This woman wants time, not for her but for her child. She's screaming
out in pain, she's just about to give up but she wants her child to live first.

I can see the timer above her, the sands of time is dropping and it's telling me she has two minutes
left.

"Please God." I can hear her call for help, it's louder than the screams she makes in the delivery
room. "Let my baby live." She's begging an entity that doesn't have the time to listen to all seven billion
prayers all at once. Heck, I don't have the time to collect every soul who's due to die in the next 5
minutes. Why do you think there's a higher birthrate than death rate?

I look at her then reflect on myself, I rarely do this but we're talking about two lives lost if I take her on
time. Sure the doctor and nurses can try to save the child but there will be too many complications and
it'll be too late for the infant. I've ran the scenario through my mind, three hundred and thirty-two times
within the last quarter of a millisecond I've ran that scenario over and over again, there's no saving that
baby if she dies. But... what do I care? It's not like she's going to be there to take care of the little thing,
watch the child grow. It would be a mercy for her to pass on with someone to accompany her.

The doctor moves aside as her heart rate slows down, she's looking for something but I don't really
care what it is; her heart rate is still not stable. Not the kind physicians would want to hear. She's not
screaming anymore. Did someone sedate her without me noticing?

She looks like she's going to pass out. "Please, I beg you." I hear her again, she's looking at my
direction.

We make eye contact. No. Impossible. What was that? Did she literally look death in the eye and ask
for my help?

Her time is almost up, the countdown begins and I'm still undecided. I can still think a googolplex of
thoughts before her time runs out and still be unsure what is right and what is wrong; I've been alive
for an eternity and yet I still face this problem.
The countdown starts at five, and I move closer to her. Four, she turns as if she can see me. Three,
she smiles, a very complex smile. I can tell she's been through hard times and that her husband has
been the only thing good in her life. She's happily accepting the fact that she does not have to suffer in
this realm any longer but weeps for her child. Two, I reach out to her, she raises her hand and reaches
out to me. One, I can see her lips move "Please." she mouths.
I grant her five hours, for a little longer this beautiful creature will have to endure her mortal vessel.
Within that time she will forget about me and about her close encounter with death. Her body reacts to
the feeling of life coursing through her again; she screams as she pushes.

Twenty minutes later she gives birth to a healthy baby boy. Perfect in every way. Later she is retired to
her room, her husband sitting next to her and her baby lying next to her. She smiles, the kind of smile
that shows hope and dreams. She's probably thinking she's going to see her baby boy grow up to be a
man, grow old with her husband, see her grandchildren, look into a mirror and count the silver in her
hair.

I feel like this has been a cruel joke, giving her the time she needed gave her hope and that is the last
thing she could need right now. Hope is a very dangerous thing; it has led many mortals to their death,
unprepared and oftentimes unaware.

The final seconds of her life starts once again, she tells her husband she feels like sleeping. He takes
the baby from her side and cradles him in his arms. He kisses her on her forehead, he tells her to rest
and hums their song to their baby.

To the tune of "Moon River" She closes her eye, she smiles; believing she'll wake up later, check out of
the hospital, and walk out with her child. Life leaves her body, I can see the green little light fly out of
her. It flies to me, waiting for me to collect it.

I reach out to grab it, for a second there I thought I saw her soul smiled at me, thanking me for the
time I gave her, for the time I gave her son, and for the time I gave her husband; thanking me for my
services. I hold on to her soul, place it between two pages of my book and cross her name out of the
waiting list. My job is done, she's just another story in the book of life now, just another job. I look at
the time and head out, there's a man about to receive the death sentence in a minute, it would be very
strange if I'm late for that one.

Was it kindness that I allowed the woman to deliver her child into the world and let her spend that
special moment with her husband? Or was it cruel of me to let her die, and make her wait for her child
to die, so they can be together in the afterlife? Was it cruel of me to let a little boy grow up without
letting him know what his mother was like?

My heart, my hone, all was lost on that day. The entire army of the city laid to waste by a single
colossus. If this where 7 centuries ago when the legends still roamed the world wielding the fabled
weapons of equinox, then this would have ended in the single swing of only one of them. Today I face
the behemoth alone, not for heroism or vengeance, but for I have nothing left to lose. Shall I fall...and I
know I will...I only hope the tales of the holy clerics to be true, so I can see my rose once again in the
beyond.
Famous last words you say? No need. I have made my peace already".

Once upon a time... There was a brave knight who fought the darkness... But then, he suddenly
dissapeared and monsters started to roam in the night. Noone knows where the knight went or will he
come back, only thing that's left of him are stories and legends. Some people do not believe he even
exists, but others know better... For hundreds of years, monsters went out, slaughtering everything
and everyone, untill... he came back wielding his greatsword, he killed every monster, one by one, but
then... He had to encounter the biggest monster he's ever seen... But he didn't give up. Thr battle was
fierce and lasted for God knows how long.. the knight was victorius, and then... he dissapeared again..
Many believe he's a God, sent to protect the people of this world, others think he's just a knight fighting
for the glory... But noone truly knows who he is...
For many many generations the big hairless gods have taken care about us now. Those peaceful
giants must be really generous to us. Since I can remember he has provided me and my children with
shelter and food, and the same thing applies to all out ancestors. But now it is time for me to leave. I
have had a wonderful life with the misterious giants, but my children now have to follow the tradition of
keeping our gods safe. Farewell hairless folk, may we meet again someday, i will wait... I will wait
together with my ancestors...