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+ There was a time quite a few years ago, were I hacked my counties school system when I was in HS. I barely made it out on time.
The story begins:
Early 2018:
When I was in high school, I had a completely different and non scenical personality. I didn't realy care what I got myself into. Prior to the incident, I've destroyed a few school computers in middle school, but no one cared, and I never got in trouble. I didn't understand then and they knew I was reverted a few years mentally, so they gave the slack and turned a blind eye, but talked to my mother.
In high school I would typically cast NSFW, pirated movies, memes, etc onto the rokus using a VPN which I shared with everyone using my arch laptop and making hotspots using the command line. I gained a bit of underground fame across the school for this, and because everyone knew me for my arch window manager looking like a hacker movie terminal to the newbies.
I can't remember the exact timeline this happened, but it was somewhere between in 2018:
I ended up one day poking through the school filesystem, and I noticed a file. (I can't remember the name exactly, something like DOMAIN.TXT) I already had a windows server in a VM I used with two friends at the time on there old hardware. I knew what it could be, and I was right, it was the "MASTER DC(DOMAIN CONTROLLER) LOGIN!" No one SHOULD EVER EVER EVER be granted this account... The imaging process should of involved deleting it, as this was basically admin of the entire county school system. I tried logging into this account after writing it on a piece of paper then drawing all over it to keep it from being read, as I knew what could happen. I opened up the server manager, and saw all the domain controllers, all the users, everything, everyone. I couldn't believe it, I poked around for a bit not realizing they were recording the screen when anything logged into that user, and I knew I wouldn't of been caught if I made a VM with a randomized mac, and joined the domain with it. Instead I was a idiot, and deleted all the domain controllers, or literal internal school networks, instead of reporting the bug which could of got me money. The WiFi for my school, and many went out, and I knew I was in trouble. Everyone was looking at me, and I turned off the computer. Everyone knew what I did at that moment because I bragged like a idiot.
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+ ” I almost feel sorry for him, he didn’t even have a weapon.” ~ A young Corporal to Sergeant Philip Caputo after shooting a running Vietnamese man
The Vietnam War was a war like no other in terms of brutality, hatred, and utter destruction. Both the North Vietnamese Army (NVA) and their countryside guerrilla allies, the National Liberation Front (NLF) more commonly known as the Viet-Cong (VC) as well as the Americans and their South Vietnamese counterparts showed little to no mercy to each other as well as the millions of civilians caught between them.
America would bring to bear the infinite firepower of its arsenals and drop nearly 3.5x more ordnance on the hostile North and friendly South than all explosive ordnance detonated during the Second World War by all nations combined. In the Quang Tri province alone, it was estimated 99% of all infrastructure was completely destroyed by American B-52 raids.
Officially, the rules of engagement of the United States Army do not condone the wanton killing or disregard for human life and this remains their official position.
In many ways, this remains the popular understanding as most content about war crimes and civilian suffering typically focuses on the context of a single incident, the My Lai massacre. In the shadow of this single incident, all other atrocities have essentially vanished from popular memory.
No other atrocity committed by the Americans or their allies would receive such a great level of publicity as the My Lai massacre and most weren’t photographed or documented. Many atrocities were not known outside of the offending unit and many investigations that did attempt to reveal the truth of an incident were closed, crushed or abandoned. Even when serious incidents were investigated by military authorities, the end result was usually the file being classified and buried.
While there are many instances of American units providing genuine aid to the Vietnamese people, the cruelty wrought by the units who went completely off the rails, as well as the sheer number of individual actions, eclipse the good those men tried to do. This work is to bring to light the consequences of when a military adopts the unofficial rule to “Kill anything that moves.”
Indoctrinated To Hate & Kill
American recruits were indoctrinated into a culture of violence and brutality which emphasized a willingness to kill without mercy. Many men would report that at first when told to shout things like “Kill, kill, kill!” They would just mindlessly call it back without thinking about it, but would later find themselves taken over by the ethos. Men didn’t entirely become robots but would say they came so close it was a terrifying prospect in hindsight. Others would report feeling absolutely brainwashed.
The drill instructors also suffused the training with a heaping dose of racism and dehumanization. Never referring to the Vietnamese as Vietnamese, recruits were told to refer to them as things like Dinks, Gooks, Slopes, and Slants. That they were less than human was clearly the message being drilled into the men. Recruits were told they would be “Face-to-face with the animalistic Charlie” (a name for the Viet-Cong using the phonetic alphabet).
Basic training also reinforced a recruit’s obedience and total submission to authority. From an instructional outline in an army manual, chaplains would put forward quite an Orwellian concept, saying,
” The freest soldier is the soldier who willingly submits to authority. When you follow a lawful command you need not fear or worry.”
Evoking both honour and self-interest, however, no clear definition of an unlawful order was offered. Young recruits pressed into simple-minded obedience were also never given proper training on the responsibilities and moral complexities of fighting in villages full of civilians.
The junior officers trained to lead these men also received shockingly lacklustre instruction in the laws of war. A 1967 study conducted at the Junior Officers Training School at Fort Holabird, Maryland, showed that even at this specialized training centre, nearly half of the students showed a lack of understanding of the Geneva Conventions pertaining to the treatment of prisoners of war.
20% of officer candidates at Fort Benning, Georgia, stated they would kill prisoners as a matter of expediency if their unit was ambushed. Up to 30% of low-ranking officers believed they could legally commit summary executions of civilians in the field for expediency if they were considered enemy agents.
In 1971, an instructor laid out a scenario for 200 second-lieutenants where a Vietnamese machine gunner had just inflicted six American casualties and then came out of his position, unarmed and with his hands raised. When asked by the instructor what they would do, the 200 men replied in unison
“Shoot him! Shoot him!”
Many soldiers would recall being told once they had arrived in country that no matter the official policy, no Vietnamese were to be trusted and that even women and children were to be seen as foes.
A child, G.I.’s believed, could throw a grenade or be strapped with explosives. An old woman can make and place booby traps. Official military publications stressed discrimination between guerillas and civilians, but most men in the field made little distinction in practice.
One veteran officer recalled,
” So a few women and children get killed, teach them a damn good lesson. They’re all VC or at least helping them. You can’t convert them so you can only kill them.”
The soldiers also had problems sorting out who was who. Trained that Viet-Cong fighters wore “black pyjamas” as their uniform. These “black pyjamas” were in reality typical working clothes of farmers and other field workers. At a distance, a female worker holding a hoe could be “easily mistaken” as a male fighter holding an RPG. Many civilians would lose their lives this way.
A song created by the 1st Air Cav. captures the “anything goes” mentality,
” We shoot the sick, the young, the lame. We do our best to kill and maim because the kills count all the same. Napalm sticks to kids. Ox-cart rolling down the road, peasants with a heavy load, they’re all VC when the bombs explode. Napalm sticks to kids.”
Lethal Games
In many instances, troops would scare civilians into running as a way to be able to gun them down. In most instances, if a Vietnamese person ran, they were considered hostile under the logic “An innocent villager wouldn’t run from us”.
Helicopter Door Gunner, William Patterson, told army investigators what he was instructed,
” If we came across some unarmed people who looked like civilians, I was ordered to fire as close to them as possible to make them run. If they ran, I had permission to kill them.”
Other helicopter crews would report that they would find a group of farmers in a paddy and if they didn’t immediately run, they would hover their helicopter as close to the farmers as they could and start blaring their sirens and horns to scare them into doing so, the end result was always lethal.
There is also a long list of vehicular incidents committed by American Army and Marine personnel with little to no responsibility taken and some events even committed deliberately as a game.
Larry Heinemann, veteran and novelist would recall,
” We were king of the fucking hill. We ran people off the road, we felt invincible.”
Running down civilians with jeeps, trucks, tanks, and other armoured vehicles was common. On July 7th, 1968, after hitting a parked car with his jeep, John Gambel, of the Army’s 11th supply company, fled the scene and plowed into a Vietnamese man and his two children on a motorcycle, dragging the wrecked bike and the three mangled bodies upwards of 92 feet before coming free.
A navy corpsman would recall one incident that almost seemed deliberate when he witnessed a truck driver run an old Vietnamese woman down. She would die while he tried to help her; he would view her as just another gook who got in the way.
Another medic who saw the carnage of another incident that left two young boys dead commented,
” I found out that they had been hit by an American military truck and I’d heard from a few guys that there was supposedly a game going around, gambling over who could hit a kid. They had some disgusting name for it, something like Gook Hockey. They were driving deuce and a half’s, big-ass army trucks. The NCO who ordered me to clean the bodies could have cared less.”
Even MACV commander Creighton Abrams made a complaint behind closed doors about the G.I.’s who ran civilians off the road.
Another game played by some G.I.’s was to throw metal c-ration cans at children begging on the street, injuring and even killing them.
In one extremely bizarre incident, Sergeant Joel Mackleheny was jokingly told by his subordinate that he had no balls. Mackleheny responded with a laugh and fired four shots from his rifle into a woman walking on the side of the road.
CIA Involvement in Torture and Interrogation
” You see, they do have some methods and practices we are not accustomed to, that we wouldn’t use if we were doing it. But you have to understand that this is an Asian country and their first impulse is force. Only the fear of force gets results… it’s the Asian mind, it’s completely different from the Western mind and we are trying to educate them up to our level.”
~ Captain Ted Shipmen
Education was certainly on the docket. Going back to the 1950’s the CIA had been working to perfect multiple forms of torture such as electric shock and psychological abuse. This research would culminate in the Kubark Counterintelligence Interrogation Manual and the CIA would work through the USAID to teach their Vietnamese counterparts these brutal and inhuman methods. By 1971, 85,000 South Vietnamese agents would be instructed in these methods.
Prisoner abuse was as varied as it was brutal. Some prisoners would be subjected to stress positions that caused both mental and physical agony. Some were locked into sweltering shipping containers and rooms for hours on end and some were tied up and left to dehydrate in the Sun. Some were put inside water-filled drums which were then beaten to cause grievous internal injuries.
Many others were subjected to a method known as “taking the submarine”, now known as waterboarding. Untold numbers were subjected to electrical torture by having live wires of a field telephone attached to their genitals in a method called “dialling Charlie”.
Helicopter crews were well known for taking captured Viet-Cong and NVA prisoners onboard for interrogation via a method known as “The long step”. Bringing the helicopter up several thousand feet, one of the prisoners would be summarily thrown out the door to loosen the tongues of those remaining onboard.
The brutality of the American influence on the Vietnamese police forces would become front page news around the world when South Vietnamese Police Chief and General Nguyen Ngoc Luan was both photographed and recorded on video summarily executing the captured VC guerilla Nguyen Van Lem. This moment would be critical in the momentum of the American anti-war movement. He would make a brief comment to one of the reporters as he walked by after the execution,
” He killed many of my people and yours as well.”
Destroying Villages by Land & Air
In 1962, the Strategic Hamlet Plan, program, a South Vietnamese Government program aimed at relocating peasants in areas considered to be strategic assets to the Communists to “isolate the guerrillas”. One South Vietnamese agent described the method in the following way,
” If the Viet-Cong are fish and the villagers are water, then by removing the villagers we deprive the fish of their vital water”
Many villages moved willingly, but many peasants had to be relocated by force to these “strategic hamlets”, many leaving the peasants in worse conditions than the villages they had been forced from. Many people would even consider them a form of prison or concentration camp.
Once the Americans became involved actively in the conflict, the scale of violence began to escalate. Often to force villagers from their homes, American G.I.’s would enter a village, shoot the livestock and begin lighting the people’s thatch roof homes on fire. As the war escalated, the dangers of being considered Viet-Cong sympathizers only increased along with the risk of being sent to a Strategic Hamlet or worse, killed.
A 75-year-old farmer would speak out about what had happened after being relocated to a strategic hamlet outside of the town of Hội An in 1967,
” The Americans burned down everything I had. My house, my haystack, my garden, my 46 coconut trees. I miss my home very much, especially because I am a farmer and there is no land to farm around here.”
Villages would also be destroyed by ground forces and air power if they were believed to be enemy outposts of strongholds. Anything from finding too much rice to enemy supplies could have the village torched by the soldiers and the villagers ran the risk of being detained or killed as enemy agents.
” The first time you enter a village you’d sort of just look around, go through a few things and leave. The second time you go to the village you might throw some stuff around and rough up an old man. The third time you go, you’ll probably just shoot the old man.”
In many cases, an American patrol would approach a village with the orders to level it if they received even a single round of fire. Even when chasing retreating guerrillas, a village may get caught in the crossfire as the innocent villagers are shot in a case of high-stress mistaken identity with the retreating Viet-Cong fighters.
One of the most dangerous and indiscriminate tools of war the Americans brought to the table during the entire conflict was the B-52 Stratofortress. A high-level strategic bomber, it is capable of carrying 60,000lbs of bombs (variant dependent) and can level an area half a mile wide by three miles long. Both Vietnamese and Americans would say that when the B-52s struck, it reduced an area to a moonscape. They destroyed everything.
If ground forces encountered particularly stubborn resistance from a village under enemy control and artillery was unable to destroy or dislodge them, a favoured tactic was to call in air power to drop the hellish substance known as napalm. A petroleum-jelly-like substance designed to burn at incredibly high temperatures with incredible intensity, it would incinerate anything it touched while also absorbing all the oxygen in the area causing anyone in bunkers or nearby tunnels to suffocate.
Outside of the village of Tràn Bàng after it had been overrun by the North Vietnamese Army, a South Vietnamese aircraft mistook a group of fleeing civilians and ARVN soldiers for the enemy and dropped a napalm canister on them. The photograph of the horribly burned, 9-year-old Phan Thị Kim Phúc taken by AP reporter Nick Ut would become one of the most striking photos of the entire war and showed the brutality firsthand that weapons like napalm wrought.
Free-Fire Zones
A free fire zone is an area designated by the U.S. Military to be an area where all weapons platforms can be discharged from ground to air without being required to contact higher authorities to do so. Officially, the laws of war and target identification still needed to be followed, but this was seldom done. The official Vietnam War era definition can be found in Army Field Manual FM-6-20:
” A specific designated area into which any weapon system may fire without additional coordination with the establishing headquarters.”
Not all, but most American soldiers took the definition of “free-fire zone” to be quite literal with extremely lethal consequences for Vietnamese civilians.
Living inside a free-fire zone was living life on the absolute edge. At any moment, you could be shot by a G.I. you’d never even seen coming. A helicopter could come over and gun you down. A jet could fly by and drop napalm on you and your single farming hut.
In October 1967 in Quảng Nam province, members of Company B, 1st Battalion, 35th Infantry found a young boy up on a hill after a firefight and captured him as an enemy trail watcher. When brought before their lieutenant, he asked who wanted to shoot the child.
Medic Jamey Henry would tell army investigators,
” A radioman and another medic volunteered for the job. The radioman kicked the boy in the stomach and the medic took the boy behind a rock and I heard one complete magazine go off on full automatic. The boy was called in as an enemy KIA.”
A few days after, members of the same unit beat and tortured an elderly man until he passed out before throwing him off a cliff without checking if he was dead or alive. A few more days after that incident, the same unit would use an unarmed man as target practice.
In a sworn statement to army investigators, unit member Andrew Acres would state,
” Frank Powler put his weapon (M16) to his side like John Wayne and let it go at the man. John Perry was also firing his .45 calibre weapon at the man.
Less than two weeks later, members of Company B would be responsible for the deaths of 5 women who General Glen Eisenhower would personally report as five dead enemy guerrillas. After the war, many more unit members would be questioned and reveal a litany of crimes against civilians committed by members of their unit.
Medic of Company A, Nolan Jones, would give his own damning report to army investigators about the crimes he saw his unit commit. His report would be echoed by similar statements throughout the entirety of the conflict.
” I saw guys just shoot people for nothing. They’d see an old person walking down the trail and just shoot. The people in my company abused (the Vietnamese) people, shot people, burned their villages and shot their animals. They threw their food away and I mean this happened regularly. This didn’t just happen one or two times.”
Political science professor and author, Guenter Lewy, would estimate around 1/3 of all Vietnamese killed and counted as enemy KIA in free-fire zones were civilians. The total number of civilian casualties he estimated was around 220,000.
The Mỹ Lai massacre
The most well-documented massacre of the entire war, though certainly not the only mass killing of its scale, the Mỹ Lai massacre was one of the most abhorrent events to willingly take place throughout the conflict that cost the lives of more than 500 people. To know and understand the Mỹ Lai massacre is a macabre window into the types of violence carried out deep in the jungles and highlands where no one but the perpetrators and victims could hear or see the gruesome spectacle.
Before the operation, Captain Ernst Medina would tell his men after being asked who the enemy was,
"Anybody that was running from us, hiding from us, or appeared to be the enemy. If a man was running, shoot him, sometimes even if a woman with a rifle was running, shoot her."
On 16 March 1968, soldiers of Company C, 1st Battalion, 20th Infantry Regiment and members of Company B of the famous “Americal” Division would descend on the twin hamlets of Mỹ Lai 4 and Mỹ Khe 4 in their helicopters at 7:30 a.m. after an artillery and helicopter gunship barrage.
Told there should be no civilians and that they can expect enemy contact, the teams moved into both hamlets and found nothing but women, children and old men making breakfast and getting ready for their day’s work.
Without hesitation, the men began rounding the civilians up as “enemy agents” and gathered them in village common areas. The killing began without warning as multiple men began opening fire on the groups of civilians, the ice had broken. In an irrigation ditch, between 70-80 civilians were massacred as they pleaded with the G.I.‘s by shouting “No VC!”.
A group of twenty women and children were executed outside of their Buddhist temple as they cried and prayed, each one being shot in the back of the head methodically. A group of 40-50 civilians was led down a dirt path to the south of the hamlets and massacred along the side of the road. Many civilians were shot and killed while hiding inside their homes and those who hid in the bunkers most homes had as air raid shelters were killed when American soldiers lobbed grenades and satchel charges into them.
Sgt. Ronald Haeberle's eyewitness account of the massacre is startling,
” There were some South Vietnamese people, maybe fifteen of them, women and children included, walking on a dirt road maybe 100 yards [90 m] away. All of a sudden the GIs just opened up with M16s. Beside the M16 fire, they were shooting at the people with M79 grenade launchers ... I couldn't believe what I was seeing".
One of the most shocking events was when the Americans seemingly called a “time-out” to have a break to eat lunch before resuming the killings.
Over the remaining day, both companies were involved in the further burning and destruction of dwellings, as well as the continued mistreatment of Vietnamese prisoners. Helicopter pilot, Warrant Officer Hugh Thompson Jr. would compare the actions of American soldiers to those of the Nazis who ran the death camps. Upon return to his base at LZ Dottie, he would report to his superior, Captain Barry Lloyd, what he saw.
"It's mass murder out there. They're rounding them up and herding them in ditches and then just shooting them."
Many more crimes and murders too graphic to detail here took place throughout the massacre as American troops ran wild. It would be found after the war that some members of Company C did not actively participate in the killings, some even actively assisted civilians in fleeing the scene. But virtually all voiced no displeasure or even protest to their superiors over the incident.
By the time the massacre was over and the Americans had moved on, they had captured three enemy weapons and suffered a single casualty, a man who shot himself in the foot to avoid participating in the killings.
In the most cruel twist of fate, the commander of the task force that commit the atrocities would report that the assault on the hamlets had been a complete success and that they had destroyed 128 Viet-Cong guerrillas of the 48th Local Force Battalion. General William C. Westmorland, head of MAC-V himself would congratulate Charlie company for an outstanding performance at dealing a crushing blow to the enemy.
The massacre would be viewed as a victory over the enemy until late 1969 when America was finally forced to admit what had happened as too many people, most importantly a man named Ronald L. Ridenhour, a former door gunner on a helicopter, began to go public with the truth while pressing American Congress to admit what had happened.
The sheer volume of death and destruction has ensured that some scattered pieces of evidence of the overwhelming violence and civilian suffering have survived to make it into the historical record. No one could bear to read the entire list of every village burning, bombing, cold-blooded massacre and other atrocities that have been revealed in memoires, press accounts and interviews.
The accounts in the above work are just a snapshot of the mass album of horrors. These accounts, just a tiny fraction of everything that happened, still paint a vivid picture of the day-to-day life in the countryside of Vietnam.
Year after year, in attacks carried out by unit after unit, the crimes were of the same type. The horrors of the same magnitude and the misery of the same degree.
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+I'm against the institution that sent tens of thousands of young men to die in the most pointless war of modern times and destroyed the lives of hundreds of thousands more.
While the Vietnamese were no saints and commit various crimes against the Americans in country as well as their ethnic brothers, it has to be understood that South Vietnam wasn't this "ultra democracy standing up to the Communist aggressors" it was effectively an American military dictatorship with all of its leaders installed (and removed) by the CIA.
What should have gone down as a vote to unify the nation under the winning system was actively blocked by American efforts which was a direct role in the causation of the war.
This paper is to highlight what American involvement in the country truly meant for the Vietnmese.
Am I pro-North Vietnamese? Absolutely not. Were the Americans the "good guys" in this war? Absolutely not.
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+I appreciate you saying so!
It may be another while before my next project while I again sort through all my notes and such to figure my next topic out. But I hope you look forward to and enjoy my next educational document when it does release.
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+ Soon after the great storm an immortal form of man came from the planet Sephias,
these men were described as men that couldn't die and had very large wings,
these men were very strong and had no Skystones so they couldn't use there power.
however thay had one weekness... a weapon made of crimson gold is the only thing that can kill them, fortunately thay were the only ones capable of harvesting it because its from Sephias.
these immortal men made a hidden city far from the human cities.
The immortal men needed a leader but no-one wanted to lead the city, after a few years someone became the leader an immortal named Serithi,
after he became the leader he named the city Sentharia.
more will soon be released about VotS and the immortals
This is Voice of The Storms content and is permitted by @Wesley388
me and him are working on different parts of Voice of The Storms.
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I'm glad that you two are working together on this series, BTW. (Kinda like how me and @royal-rawr are working on his Drovana Pokemon region together.)
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In the clearing, rows upon rows of people sat, waiting for the ceremony to begin.Flint and Joada squeezed through an elderly couple to the chanirs where their parents sat. "What took you boys so long?"Meesha Wayward, the boys mother, asked. Meesha was a petite woman with beautiful, melted chocolate eyes. She wore glasses that complemented them wonderfully. She had long brown hair that shone like glass in the sunlight. Joada laughed and elbowed Flint,"This big lug slept in, then when I roused him, he prentended to be the Rockhead Ghoul and tackled me!" They all laughed as Joada mimicked Flint, taling in a deep voice that sounded akin to a giant, rather than Flint. Suddenly, all talking stopped. A hush descended over the crowd as the mayor, a big, kindly man with twinkling blue eyes and shaggy black hair, called out, "WELCOME!" his voice boomed out like thunder. "THIS IS OUR 372 ANNUAL KIPEC, CEREMONY OF THE CHOOSING! I NOW CHOOSE OUR FIRST NEW CREWMEMBER!" He reached a huge hand into a straw basket and pulled out a piece of parchment. He looked at it, troubled, then glanced at Joada. "*AHEM*J-JOADA WAYWARD!GATEGUARD!!"
Time seemed to slow down. Flint's legs turned to jelly. He prayed that he misheard, but the gasps and mutterings told him otherwise. He saw his brother, small and fragile, staring at the stage like it was a dead body. That did it. "SWITCH!I CALL FOR A JOB SWITCH!" Flint cried out. Kissan Wayward, a tall, lanky man with sandy ruffled hair who was the boy's father, grabbed Flint's arm. "Son!No!I-I forbid it!" Flint shrugged out of his fathers grasp. "I'm 17 father, an adult. I will do as I choose." He shoved through the aisles and stalked up the stairs to the stage. Calling out in a voice that reached the whole whole crowd, Flint said,"I, Flint Wayward, take up the responsibilities from Joada Wayward as Gatekeeper. I say this to Reparus, that he may approve of my choices.TBC..
+ In the first year of the Second Era, there was mostly peace, with Saphaeria in the north-west, Rubalia in the north, Anderria in the east, and Fellran in the south-west. But one day there was three boastful young dragons, (even for dragons which are quite boastful in nature) who sought out recognition from the elder dragons, so to make a name for themselves they raided a small town in Fellran which was notorious for hating dragons but the youngest dragon was injured badly so they left. After that Lord Krel of Fellran called a meeting with King Arkin, Queen Lithia, and Queen Armen to discuss the situation about the dragons, but the meeting was delayed, Armen was sitting on the castle wall watching the world below with the majestic Lushu galloping threw the meadow singing their beautiful songs and the malevolent young Nixies swimming in the river and sitting on the shore side waiting for handsome young men to notice them and the sky filled with Phoenixs flying about burning bright red, as she watched Arkin came and tolded her it was time for the meeting, so she touched the wall warmed by the sun and stepped down to attend the meeting.
When they arrived they saw Krel raging on about the situation, "It was all planned by you and your friends there, who are late!" yelled Krel in a crackling tone "There is no reason to shout Krel, let us discuss this with lower voices." said Lithia in a gentle soothing tone "Yes I agree, let us talk like the civilized people we are." spoke Arkin in a gruff tone "What is the problem here?" said Armen in a confident tone "It seems that a few dragons attacked Fellran, and Krel is blaming us." explained Lithia "Because you people orchestrated the entire thing, just to sabotage me and my people!" shouted Krel "Now now there is no need for that, we must investigate what happened." said Arkin "Krel is just trying to find an excuse to attack us!" yelled Armen "I think not, I think it is the other way around, Armen!" screeched Krel "Enough, we will see what happens next, if another attack occurs then we will start pointing fingers but for now just stop!" shouted Arkin "We will send our agents to inspect the scene, if we come up with anything then we will alert you Krel." said Lithia calmly "Fine! Goodbye and I hope you find the truth!" shouted Krel gruffly "Now let us attend the New Moon celebration." said Arkin "I'll see you there I have to do something important." said Armen nervously "Ok take your time, we will see you there." spoke Lithia, then Arkin and Lithia left but Armen stayed.
Later that night Armen sat on the castle wall once again, looking out into the meadow. "I wish I had someone to be with, someone who I can talk to and understand." said Armen to herself "Well you still have me here..." said a voice "Who is it there!" said Armen "It's just me Arkin, I know being a ruler over a kingdom is hard but that doesn't mean the world is ending." said Arkin "I know, but I'm just...nevermind!" said Armen dismissively "I know your lonely, I will always be here Armen and I will always listen to what you have to say." said Arkin "Thank you Arkin." said Armin in a smooth quiet voice and hugged Arkin. Lithia looked from a window across the street and saw Arkin hugging Armen, but she only smiled and held the Scarlet Stone tightly. When they all showed up for the celebration everyone welcomed them and poured out drinks and served up food, Arkin and Armen sat next to Lithia, with the leaders from all the villages near them and they made a toast "To the freedom and peace of Undrael!" said the leader from Eskil, the village furthest away from Atron, "To the our just rulers, may King Arkin, Queen Armen, and Queen Lithia live long!" said the leader of Redendil, the village closest to Fellrun, "Amen!" shouted everyone. But just as everyone was celebrating a storm gathered up and started raining, so everyone said farewell and set off back to their homes, but when the leaders of Eskil and Redendil returned the storm became stronger and more powerful, then a bright beam hit Eskil and Redendil and all of the inhabitants felt a great power surge threw them, and then the people of Eskil felt bark and tree limbs grow around them, and the people of Redendil felt hard skin form around them and both villages had their people change, the people of Redendil became insect-like with mandables and antennae, but the people of Eskil had become tree-like with hard bark and wood as there skin and bones, and so The Storm of Peoples had happened.
But in the lands of Fellran trouble was brewing, Lord Krel had convinced all the wandering tribes and villagers around that the others planned to attack them but as soon as he finished a dark shadow flew past, they all scattered and the a large blast shot forth from the shadow and burned up the storehouse and the shadow grabbed up two people and left, but Krel said it was all Queen Lithias doing so they gathered up a great force and marched to Rubalia. To be continued.
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+ They act like i’m a carpet, walking all over me
They think they can say anything to me
They act as if i’m not affected by their words
They act as if i don’t even exist.
Everything they say
Is always against me
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I’m sick of them
I’m sick of life
Everyone uses me
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The things they say
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+ "How was I supposed to know? I have no way of testing these things!"
Carl stood beside a very upset-looking Zachary as he tried to reason with him. "Besides," he continued, "the box itself actually worked fine. I was only ninety-nine percent sure it wouldn't explode."
Zachary slammed his locker door shut and stared down his friend.
"It might as well have. The force of the harpoon shooting out that fast flung me straight into the ground backwards. You have no clue how much it hurt! Would you like me to show you?"
"N-n-no!" Carl stepped backwards into the busy school hallway, bumping into two students before he managed to step back forward and regain his balance. He fixed his crooked glasses and sighed. "Did you at least hit whatever your target was?" Zachary cringed as he remembered the deafening crack of solid wood splitting as he was falling.
"Yes, I did. But higher up than I aimed because I was... y'know, being flung backwards?" Carl sighed again.
"Not going to focus on the positive here? You hit your target first try. That's impressive. Although, we'll have to find a way to secure it to your back better so aim is more consistent." Zachary laughed and rolled his eyes as he picked up his backpack.
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to be trying that again. Besides, I had to explain to my family that the sound that woke them was me falling down the stairs as I went outside for fresh air. I won't get away with that again. And I couldn't get the harpoon out of the tree, so no."
"Zachary, please! I know how to keep you from getting flung and I already re-designed something last night that will take care of the noise issue and the harpoon issue. Just give it one more chance?" Zachary looked at Carl's pleading eyes. Could he really trust this guy with his safety? Then again, he really wanted to know if Carl could get a man to fly safely...
"..one, and I mean one, more chance. But you test everything from now on. And I will not be breaking any more fingers." Carl grinned.
"I promise!" Zachary set down his backpack.
"Shake on it?"
The pair shook hands and started towards their first-period classes. But Zachary, tired and distracted, walked off without his backpack. Carl called after him.
"Zach! Backpack!" Zachary pushed his way through the flow of people.
"Thanks. Sorry, I'm out of it today." He looked at his friend quizzically. "Carl, why are you smiling?"
"Zach. Back. Pack."
"Carl..?"
"Zach. Backpack."
"Carl..."
"Backpack... Zachpack!"
"Carl!"
"That's it! That's what I'm gonna call it from now on! The Zachpack!"
"Call what- oh no! The harpoon box?"
"Yeah! Except, to make it look cool, I'm gonna spell 'pack' without the 'c' and with a capital 'P', so it's like... superheroey! The ZachPak!"
Zach blinked and stared at his strange friend.
"Yeah, no. I wasn't prepared for this today. I'm regretting things now." He turned and walked away (with his backpack this time) towards his class as Carl laughed.
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Once again, the putrid smell of manure hit Zachary as he approached his house. Destiny, who was dragging a hose towards a hole in the ground called to him.
"Hey, you ready to start working on that fence today?"
"Sure! Just let me put my stuff inside the house!" He shifted his course towards her as his curiousity took over. "What are you doing?" Reaching the hole, Destiny dropped the hose and rolled up her sleeves.
"Well, this here is your secondary water tank. Your well pumps water up to a primary tank over there and the water is gravity-fed through pipes into this tank and then to your house. But the pipe between the two tanks is clogged, it seems, so I'm using this hose to bring water down here." Zachary peered into the hole.
"Wow. Looks... empty."
"Yeah. It'll take a while to fill. Your house is completely out of water right now though, so as this fills, you'll really have to lower your water usage. And try not to turn on anything until I get water flowing, alright. We don't want air in the pipes."
"Gotcha..."
Desriny chuckled. She could tell how foreign all these things were to him. Must have been quite the difference in lifestyles, moving from Los Angeles to Rundstic. She wondered what life in the big city was like as he wondered how people made these water systems.
"Alright, that's enough for now, Zachary. Go drop off your books so we can start on the fence." He stopped staring down and looked at her for a moment with a guilty face.
"What? What is it?"
"Destiny..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm thirsty now."
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Let me finish this and you'll get your drink soon! Just wait like ten minutes, okay? Now, go put your stuff away and get ready to build a fence!"
"Yes ma'am!" He hurried off, with thoughts of water taunting his mind.
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+ Long ago, before the immortals came to Undrael a great war happened a very long one.
The war started with the corruption, this virus would change the immortals and corrupt them.
The corrupted immortals were called Shadow dwellers
but the immortals had to fight back against the corrupted,
after a long time of fighting and no-one losing nor winning the immortals found a metal like ore called crimson gold,
they used this to forge weapons and armor not even knowing of its strength.
This metal was so strong it could kill immortals and the Shadow dwellers.
After years of war and countless deaths the immortals won the first part of this war but not knowing if the horrible future thay will soon face...
Long after the war the immortals came across a bright shining stone from the heavens,
knowing that its power could kill and destroy life they decided to destroy it.
But a creature called Farsighters had found out that it could also give life,
this started the second war.
After hundreds of years when the war was over and won the immortals had nothing left, no home, no family, not even control of there minds, thay went to seek out a new place to call home...
This is how thay found Undrael.
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+IDK why, but it seems to not work that way in my blogs…
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+ Well, I didn't expect to be gone so long, but life is really hard to predict when things get hard. The fact is though, that I have returned. And with me, Zach and his story. I hope you enjoy hopping back into this world.
If you're new to the series, check out the Cerberus Center for links to previous parts. If you're a returning reader, check out the summarization section to remind you of the events thus far. Thanks for reading and once again, I hope you enjoy. Zachary had to sacrifice a few of his textbooks to fit the harpoon box in his backpack. Not an easy thing for him, since he always carried all of his textbooks in his backpack so that there was no chance of forgetting them. Now his backpack was significantly heavier and less useful.
"Just a few hundred more miles to walk with this thing."
Since his dad worked twelve-hour shifts now and his mom was trying to figure out how to run a ranch while juggling job interviews, Zachary and his siblings rode the bus to and from school. But the school bus would only take them to a nearby turnaround on the highway, so they were left to walk a fair distance to their house.
"Remember when we used to walk on sidewalks and crosswalks instead of rock, sand, and gravel?"
Zachary looked up, wondering why no one responded. He soon realized how far behind he was. Lizzy and Becca had left him a while back when they decided his pace was too slow. He was in his own thoughts and hadn't noticed. He walked on, pondered on why Carl had assigned him to abnormal target practice.
"Practice shooting over your shoulder at a target fifty feet away? Was that really what he told me?"
Zachary shook his head. There was plenty of open space now, so it wasn't impractical, but it was still absurd. Besides, how could he possibly explain it to his parents? They would kill him. Or think he was trying to kill someone.
His sisters were already inside by the time he reached the house. He looked at the bright blue skies and took a deep breath, expecting the sweet smells of summer's end. Instead a thick, horrible aroma nearly made him gag. The smell of manure was something he'd have to get used to now that they owned cows. He started up the porch stairs, glancing at the smelly creatures on his way.
He stopped and set his backpack down. His mom was standing at the gate with someone he couldn't recognize from afar. He hopped down the stairs again and noticed a strange car in the driveway. Had he really been so lost in thought that he walked right past it without noticing?
He approached the two figures as his mom waved him over. Much closer now, he could actually see who the other figure was. His mom wasted no time.
"Zachary, there's someone I'd like you to meet." She motioned with her head to the girl beside her. She had her brown hair tied behind her but it was still long enough to fall below her shoulders. More noticeable was the dark bruise on her cheek. It was partially covered by makeup, but not fully.
"Zachary! Hi!"
Zachary gave a confused look. "Destiny? What are you doing here?"
His mom gave a more confused look. "You two know each other?"
Destiny spoke up before Zachary had a chance. "Yeah, we go to school together now."
"Oh how nice! See, you're already making friends, Zachito."
It was Destiny's turn to be confused. "Zachito?"
Zachary ignored the question. "But what are you doing here?"
Zachary's mom answered. "You know how you're extending the arena for the cows because of your incident?" Destiny raised an eyebrow and Zachary groaned quietly as his mom continued.
"Well, I needed someone who has experience with cows to help out around here, and when I asked the neighbors, they told me how Destiny had helped them get everything running on their own ranches. From what I've heard, you're quite knowledgeable about this sort of life, Destiny."
She accepted the explanation with a smile.
"Well, I grew up on a much larger farm than this. My family has raised poultry and cattle for years, so I know a thing or two. I'll teach you the works and make sure everything is properly set up. I suppose I'll also be supervising your work on the fence too, Zachary. One stretch of fence done wrong can create hundreds of problems down the road."
"Great." Zachary responded with much more sarcasm than he had meant to.
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After touring the property and discussing payment, Destiny was hired for the next two months. She was to come every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school. Zachary didn't like the idea of being supervised by his classmate.
He rolled over in his sleeping back and reached around for his watch. Finding it, he checked the time. Two minutes until midnight. Wonderful. Sleep wasn't seeming to come. It had been a long day. A shimmer of moonlight caught his eye as it reflected off of the harpoon box.
Zach raised his eyebrows. Maybe...
He sneaked quietly through the hallways towards the front door. Slipping on his shoes quietly, he opened it and faced the chilling night's breeze. He walked a decent way away from the house until he put on the harpoon box. Shoving the harpoon in, he heard a small click and looked over his shoulder as the gauge on the top climbed from red to blue.
"Alright, here we go."
He picked out a tree that looked about fifty feet away, and bending over so the harpoon was pointed at it, he took a breath and pressed the trigger on the remote.
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I'm VERY glad that you're going to be submitting these once again, especially since I have been somewhat negligent myself on the blogwriting front. (I've been spending too much time typing up ridiculously long DMs instead, lol!)
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+ Ever Heard of Roy Orbison?How about Creedence Clearwater Revival? Probably not, huh?
Well these are some rock artists from the 60s, which was an iconic time for rock.
Some more popular bands are The Beatles or the Rolling Stones.I've included this blog in order to broaden your scope of music to include some of this older stuff.
Now, I understand if some of you exit this blog immediatly, but I hope you'll take a moment to listen to a few of these iconic songs of the 60s, which was a time of huge skepticism against rock from the Doo Wop of th 40s and 50s.
Here are some of the more famous songs, I advise you to look the up:
Honky Tonk Woman- Rolling Stones
Proud Mary- CCR
Pretty Woman- Roy Orbison
Jailhouse Rock- Elvis Presley
Riders on the Storm- The Doors
I Wanna Hold Your Hand- The Beatles
Psycho Killer- Talking Heads
Only The Lonely- Roy Orbison
I Heard it Through the Grapevine- Marvin Gaye
Along The Watchtower- Jimi Hendrix
Like A Rolling Stone- Bob Dylan
Louie Louie- Kingsmen
Foxy lady- Jimi Hendrix
Voodoo Child- Jimi Hendrix
Fortunate Son- CCR
A Day in the Life- the Doors
The End- the Kinks
There are hundreds of more songs from this badass time of music, but these are just a few I know. Hope you enjoy.
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+ Now, I need to warn u. If your in a good mood right now, this may kill it. It is for a good cause. This idea began due to a mental problem I have. Im always stuck in a cycle of thinking of all the defenseless children who, lets face it, are being raped tortured murdered and God knows what else.
I am writing this not to scare you, but to increase your awareness and vigilance.You may have seen on Tik Tok (and other media sites) posts about the "Guardian Angels". The Guardian Angels are just random civilians who are dedicated to decreases child disappearance rates in the U.S. Heres some tips from them that may help you and others from getting into such precariou situations:
1. NEVER TALK TO STRANGERS. Kidnappers are cunning, sick people. They are not stupid enough to try the candy trick anymore. If you see a stranger or anyone you do not recognise following you, run to the nearest gas station, library, school, or anywhere that has a phone and contact police.Do NOT offer to help strangers even if they appear to be harmless. Appearances are decieving.
2 Look around and be aware of your surroundings. Watch other children around you. If they seem to be in danger, get them and find an exscuse(a dropped pencil, they forgot their backpack,etc.) to get them away from the suspect until you are sure they know the individual personally.
3 Stay near a trusted adult or a group of friends. Kidnappers are not public people. They will not attack or abduct groups of children. If your walking home alone, get a friend or two to accompany you. If nobody can, call your parents and ask if they or another trusted adult will take you home.
4 Keep a defensive item. Whether it Pepper spray, a brick or a broken bottle, keep an item that can be used as a diversion to escape a predator and call 911 immediatly and search for the nearest public building.
These are some tips that I hope to God will keep you and others safe from sick people like kidnappers and rapists.Remember, Be Aware!
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Beasts as dark as the night sky long before the immortals came to undrael a forsaken beast of the shadows was destroyed, as the immortals had fought for 5,965 years against the beasts know as the farsighters, the sadow dwellers, and the forsaken, when the war was finally beaten the immortals found that the planet Undrael was peaceful, so they went there to make a city, the city nammed Sentharia.
After a few years a star had fell from the sky into the kings temple, this star was a weakness to the farsighters, but instead of using its power thay decided to destroy it, because the farsighters are also an immortal race, which would mean that the immortals were also as weak to it as the farsighters.
The forsaken, had found a way to Undrael, leading to war in coming times.
The farsighters were always expected to make a return but were never seen sense the last war.
+ "Look out!" yelled a yound soldier as the main gate came crashing down and Fellranian forces flooded into Marmrun (the capital of Rubalia) and marched towards the palace, "We will not cry for help this time, this time we will send them crying for help and begging us to kill them, we will not give up what we worked hard for! To war!" shouted Lithia to her soldiers as they prepared for the enemies to breach the palace doors, meanwhile in Atron, "This will not stand, Lord Krel won't live to regret this!" yelled Arkin "Hey you know as well as I do that Lithia should handle this battle, we will get our chance soon enough." said Armen trying to calm Arkin down "Ok, ok, I will prepare my troops for the next battle." said Arkin, after he left Armen ran to the window and looked at Marmrun in the distance as smoke rose from the city she looked away as if trying to hide something "They cannot know my secret, it is none of their concern..." she said to herself, and paced back and forth worried.
Just as the doors on the palace of Marmrun shattered a sense of dread hit the invading soldiers, and then Rubalian troops sprang up from nearly every direction and surrounded the invaders then Lithia walked up and said "Surrender and we will spare your army, if you do not we will destroy all of you!" the captain of the invaders then replied "We will not give up, you attacked us so you will pay!" and then suddenly a black shadow covered the room and all the soldiers fled in fear, "Who or what are you, show yourself!" shouted Lithia "It is me, my dear Lithia, Lord Krel." Krel said as he crept from the shadow "You will go down this time..." Lithia said as she drew her blades, "Nay it is you who will fall!" yelled Krel as he leapt forth with his sword drawn. They fought a ferocious fight, blade to blade, until Lithia was struck in the side and then kicked over "I...will not...give up, you will lose the long fight." said Lithia coughing up blood, "Oh is that so my dear slave girl, you will make a good servant to me..." said Krel but was interrupted when the wall crashed down as Arkin walked in, "If you touch even one hair on her you will beg the mountains to crush you..." spoke Arkin, angered "Arkin help me!" screamed Lithia "You will fall to my power!" yelled Krel, they drew their weapons and locked blades and Krel was injured badly but freed himself and impaled Arkin on a long pike, as Arkin lay there bleeding Lithia lost her breath in shock but then she stood up and threw her weapons aside, "Krel! You...will...die!" shouted Lithia as her eyes began to glow a bright firey light and her hands became as if they were fire, "What will you do to me, nothing that's what!" said Krel as he ran towards Lithia "Nice try, slug-filth!" said Lithia and then grabbed Krel by the throat, broke his ribs, and rolled him down the stairs to the palace, then Lithia fell to her hands and knees and crawled to Arkin's almost lifeless body "Arkin, Arkin, wake up...please I love you and I can't lose you!" Lithia said crying in a weak voice "Lithia...I...ack!" said Arkin and then yelled in pain, then he grabbed Lithia's Scarlet stone and pulled her close to him, "I will save you, Arkin..." she said as she focused her energy into the stone and healed him temporarily then brought him to Atron.
As that was happening Armen was in Fellran meeting someone, "Please we must stop this fighting so we can be together." said Armen "I cannot make that choice and you know that." said a mysterious voice "So we must end this war somehow, but who's side will win?" said Armen "I do not care, we will discover that in the future...goodbye for now my love I pray that this war will end soon." said the man "Ok I must return to Atron, goodbye." said Armen, and then she left to Atron. While Lithia was speaking with the physician Arkin was dreaming of a different place, "Where am I ?" said Arkin "You are on Lunaria, the world above a world." said a friendly voice "Wait I know you, Groemin!?" Arkin said surprised "Well, yes and no, I am a form of Groemin you created when he died, so I was imprinted in your mind to help you learn the power of The Storm." explained the man "What do you mean help me learn The Storm?" asked Arkin "I shall explain in further detail, but now you must return to Undrael." said the man "Wait I...need to ask you something!" yelled Arkin "What is it Arkin?" asked Lithia "Oh nothing, just having a dream." said Arkin "Well I'm glad you are still alive, you shouldn't have came to help me...but I thank you anyway." said Lithia "I'm sorry for worrying you, I will be more carefu-" said Arkin until his chest spurted out blood and he fainted. "Help him! He is bleeding!" shouted Lithia "I shall do my best." said the physician calmly, and then Armen returned.
When Arkin was mostly healed he dawned his armour and urged the others to do so as well, so they readied for another battle, this time in the lands of Fellran...
+ GREAT NEWS: Privacy Policy/TOS or whatever was changed so this wouldn't happen. Thank you Discord.
New blog
If you want, proceed to read the old blog anyways.
So recently discord announced a new TOS. Whatever right? They're probably restricting free speech or some other thing they don't like more like most websites have been in the past few years. However, this TOS update is different because it might imply Discord could start recording calls. As if it wasn't bad enough what Discord does or doesn't do already.
Obviously, the full TOS is very long so I don't expect you to read through it so images will be below with both the older TOS link and the new TOS link. Also, it will contain internet archive versions of said links.
New TOS + Archived New TOS You probably noticed the words below for the old TOS if you clicked on it (and you obviously saw it in the picture).
We generally do not store the contents of video or voice calls or channels.
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We also don’t store streaming content when you share your screen, but we do retain the thumbnail cover image for the stream for a short period of time.
Should we really trust discord to not mess it up? Like really, should we? This doesn't seem good for the future at all. Obviously discord has a lot of pedos, but I highly doubt they will actually try solving that and instead use this as an excuse to ban people they don't like. I get if its just trying to counter pedos, however its a pretty shitty way they're attempting it and it probably won't even work unless you have someone always watching each and every move (which would be a privacy concern).
Overall, this change does not seem good for Discord. If you weren't convinced already that Discord was going downhill, this is where I would start really being concerned. Whether you break TOS or not probably doesn't matter to them, they just want control. I'd recommend never using Discord for VCs again and instead using Guilded or another service. You'll thank me later if things get worse.
Before I end off the blog, I will say how its funny that Pokemon XY/ORAS voice chat service for friends seems more safe at this point than a website/app designed for the purpose of messaging/calls. What a crazy world we live in for Pokemon to be less tracked.
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I don't use VCs on Discord anyway, and TBH I'm barely active on Discord or Twiter compared to this place and SocialCu.be, but I'm personally not going to leave Discord simply because of how many of my friends from here on Paint are (AFAIK) only on Discord, just as I won't leave Twitter simply because @HullBreach is basically only active there.
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+pretty much same. i used to always use discord, but for a while now its only been good to talk to like 4 ppl and moderate ur server (especially since TLCM discord got banned recently)
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+ When I was young and lonely I searched for the one I could call my love, then one day I got up and walked outside I found a note and it said: I've heard about you, I'm also lonely too, so if you could come and meet me. Just head North of the river, South of the plains, and look to the East and you'll see me.
So I gathered up my courage, put on my finest clothes, pulled my boots on and left to meet her and I walked North of the river, South of the plains, looked to the East and saw her... her skin was bright and beautiful, the stars were in her eyes, her hair was with the clouds and she loved me.
We sat and talked and laughed, then she turned to me and said: I must leave soon, for night will come soon, but I'll be here tomorrow waiting for you just head North of the river, South of the plains, look to the East and be with me. I said, I will love you always, help you when your down, and always be with you.
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+ (You know me, you know where I'd been
So why can't you see?)
I'm looking up to the bright sky
Cause your sun's been turning me blind
So if my eyes get used to this sky
Then I can get used to you in my life
But I'm like a raincloud bringing the storm
I'll leave your house all weathered and worn
So my heart split in two, I am so torn
Must I deny my love for whom I adore?
Open the door and let me in
But i don't wanna see you cavin in
So kick me out down onto your porch
Cause you know me
You know where I been
And you gotta see
I love so hard and deep
Yet I fall too far off a cliff so steep
You're the goddess of everything
But your holy water cannot cleanse me
Cuz I'm the oil in your oceans depths
Let me in and I'll bring death
Deforest your land to make a mess
And carve a hole in your mountain's chest
The sky's ablaze with blessed fire
As I make the choice to walk the dreaded wire
Step by step, you take me higher
But the ground below makes this so dire
And I cannot hand your touch or your kiss
As I bathe in your perfect presence
A prayer or two for my perfect wish
As I know we'll both drown in bliss
Open your heart and let me in
But I crumble under your chest cavin'
And if you let me go i'll be in pain
But you know me
You know where I been
And I'm begging you
Oh you have to see
I love so hard and deep
Yet I fall off a cliff so far and steep
And you're the goddess of everything
But your holy water canmot cleanse me
And I'm the oil in your oceans depths
Let me in and I'll bring death
Deforest your lands to build my mess
And carve a hole in your mountain's chest
And we feel it in out chest
A feeling of love in out breast
But the heart leads astray
And I only want the best
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Because I love so hard and deep
Yet I fall off a cliff so far and steep
And you're the goddess of true beauty
But your holy lakes run dry
As you run out of tears to cryyyy
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You're the goddess of everything
But your holy water cannot cleanse me
I'm the oil in your oceans depths
Let me in and I'll bring death
Cut down the trees to make a home
And inside your chest I'll carve you a hole
Not inspired by anything irl, just thought up these lines at school, and couldn't pass it up :]
+ It was a new day, the sun was shining just through the clouds, it had rained the night before, and no school for the whole week. "Joshua come down, breakfast is ready." yelled Mrs.Relic "Yes ma'am." said young Joshua Relic as he rushed downstairs "Are you excited to see Leah today?" asked his mom "Yeah, I haven't seen her all year, we're gonna have so much fun!" said Joshua in a squeaky voice "Well make sure to wash up, we're having dinner at a fancy restaurant tonight." said his mom "Yaaa, I'll be as good as possible!" said Joshua as he stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth and ran to change his clothes.
Near lunchtime a truck pulled up, Joshua was waiting outside, then his best friend Leah Kade rushed out gave him a big hug. "I missed you Josh!" the girl said almost stuttering "I missed you too Leah!" said Josh happily "Alright you two have fun." said Mr.Kade while Mrs.Kade stumbled in the house drunkenly "What do you wanna do?" asked Leah "We can play on the swing set." said Josh "Yeah, lets do that!" Leah yelled in excitement, so the played all day until dusk. "I'm tired, what should we do?" said Leah almost falling over "We can talk by the fence." said Josh, so they talked about the little bugs on the grass and the birds in the sky until they were called inside.
As they were going inside Mrs.Kade stormed out and grabbed Leah by the arm "Mom where are we going?" said Leah confused "We are leaving!" shouted Mrs.Kade, then they drove off. "Mom, why did they go?" said Josh sad "They have to go somewhere." said his mom annoyed, then Josh began to cry "What's wrong honey? said his mom "I-I just wanted talk to Leah." muttered Josh "It's ok, you will get to talk to her soon." Mrs.Relic assured him.
Josh waited until the days became years, when he was 13 they moved to an apartment away from his old house and on his 15 birthday a visitor came, "Honey, I have someone for you to see." said his mom "Is it another teacher?" asked Josh less than enthusiastic "Hi Josh." said a familiar voice "What, Leah!" said Josh shocked "Yes it's me, you look nice." said Leah "You look more beautiful than ever!" Josh said as he hugged Leah "Ow, be carefull!" said Leah, holding her side "Oh sorry, I just missed you so much." apologized Josh "I missed you too, I just hurt my side recently." said Leah as she sat in a chair, so Leah and Josh talked all night long in the room until midnight "I'm kind of tired Josh, I got to go mom might yell at me again." said Leah "You can stay with me, I won't let her yell at you tonight." smiled Josh "I guess I'll stay the night." smirked Leah "You see that big building over there?" said Josh "Yeah, what about it?" asked Leah "I'm gonna save enough money, and live there with you." said Josh "Aw thanks Josh." said Leah as she held him close.
The next day Mrs.Kade was yelling all through the house, blaming everyone for her problems, so Josh told Leah to wait in the room while he got them some food, "You and your dumb kid can't get anything right Tanya!" yelled Mrs.Kade "You shouldn't be yelling, it's still 6:30." said Mrs.Relic, as they both yelled at each other and Mr.Kade worked on his paperwork Josh grabbed some breakfast food and ran back to the room. But when he opened the door he saw Leah on the floor...with a knife in her chest and a note, "N-no, Le-Leah...I can't...no." muttered Josh as he fell to his knees and grabbed the note, it read "I'm sorry Josh I just can't burden my family anymore, so I will put an end to my life to help them out. Goodbye and I love you", a tear began to fall from Joshes eye and then he called for help.
The next day, at the funeral, everyone was silent except Mrs.Kade. "It's all your fault you dumb useless kid!" screemed Mrs.Kade, but Josh just looked at the coffin of his best friend and started to cry. As the years past he grew up and his mother past away, but only him and Mr.Kade attended the funeral, then Mr.Kade told him to walk with him "Kid your mom was like the sister I always wanted, I thank you for putting up with me all those years." said Kade, but Josh was silent, and then they stopped at Leahs grave and Josh fell to his hands and knees "I'm sorry Leah, I wish I was there for you that day, goodbye my best friend!." Josh said as he wept then Mr.Kade put down some flowers and slipped Josh a card.
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