Vigil StarGazer

Untitled as of yet …And the blood and sweat With all that nerve wrecks, The efforts in our toil Is what makes us mighty. The struggle is in both body and mind. Battle royal of strengths and wits, Knowing every decision is life or death. but true determination never falters. To take the chance, brave the world, and accepting failure without question, just to strife closer to victory. Having adrenaline rush into the head, So to fill it with intangible dreams. riding elation to the peak of the world. Yet eternal is the oncoming tide, spoke no chance of survival in the final break of dawn. The glory and gold to the rightful hand So Silent is the world, no blame. Fate has chosen. Watching success taken, amounting to nothing, and then the surprise of having silvers fallen into our hands.

Soaked with sappiness, enought to make ice queen melts and so memorable it's worthy of hallmark distinction I could actually imagine it in a pink and rosey card perfumed with channel 09 So Falcon, who's the lucky girl? *wink Wink*

In this you are mixing up the two aspects of religion... the church as a human organization and the church as in the representation of beliefs... First, it is almost impossible to argue about God, since any gods on any religion preaches goodwill and peace on earth, fairness to all, and end to suffering. On this part everyone desires such and cannot agree that it is evil, it reflects human insecurity about their position in society... in believing God, we believe in a system or a being with higher power that will right wrong and brings justice to all... in many religion God became embodies with justice and truths... it was so mingled out that before any system of law was brought in place the word of God serves as law and much like the law system we have today, it gives faith and stability to society. On implimentation, however, religion became a disgusting word, and what perfectly Utopic ideas gets twisted by the hands of humanity... Many religion fantanic got the order around when they believe that what they do is justified by God rather then saying God will justified what they'll do. The problem begins when Human make God according to their own image. The characteristic of God becomes literally becomes the religious leader's personality. They believe that they represent the true will of God and thus began to mix their desire with God's desire... There's no escape on every religion: even now in rural India the higher Class Brahamas tortures the lowest class "Unspeakables" everyday... from the words of my World religion teachers they "forces the unspeakable's child to rape their mothers... and believe that whatever torment they suffer now will reduce their karma so when they reincarnate to another class and eveuntually join with the gods." Christians' 4-6 crusades are the prime example of corruption within the catholic church itself... in the 6th crusade the wester Roman Catholic, instead of liberating The Eastern Orthodux city Constanalpo (sp) from the Turks, they pillaged it, taking cash and other sacred items from churches, raping nuns, etc... This is Christian brothers slaughter each other all for the name of both their Gods... (and i won't even go near the alter boy/Gay catholic priest problem.) Ofcourse the most recent destructive action done by religion fanatism is the 9/11 itself, where the Islamic terrorists believe the destruction of American Civilization is the will of Allah and thus undergone such horrible acts of human catastophy taking with them thousands of of innocent human lives. All i can say is that when being initated into a religion... readily embraced their ideas... but definately question how they went about in doing things... Good thoughts doesn't always leads to good Results, and the road to hell is paved with good Intensions. While it can be said that God is perfection, the human organization that seeks to represent it is definately not...

Lord of the Gay declare defense and assume Fetus position. "Ack! Please don't kill me!!!" On a more serious Note, this story is very well written. It takes a very simple idea and translate it into high class drama, suspense, and elation... all within a few paragraphs... The style is clean and the flow is simply elogant This should be made into epsodes and an long running series, something like "HighLander" or even "Buffy the vampire slayer" Mmmmm Buffy....

Have to agree: long distances relationships really takes a lot of effort and for most, the effort does not become worthwhile... When you meet your love on the net, you feel at last someone could understand you, and judge you base on your personality and everything else except your material status and your looks.... You feel an exchange between the souls, because that's what it essencially comes down to, but it's so unfortunate that things don't work out because of trust.... there's so many things outside in your own world... the yearn for physical prescences and contact unfulfilled... the many nights wondering what each other is really doing and the stuff you ppl had already done... the difference came into play.. because both people are in a difference place, and thus sharing experience that neither each other did not face... Even if the couple passes all that, they have to meet each other eveuntually, and when they realized that each other didn't meet their standards they have to split... in a way love have to deal with the physical... the apperance, at least the wealth to support their ideal lifestyle... or just the difference in lifestyle itself... in that end internet relationship are not the solution, but just the ends to delay the inevatable... Truely Tragic....

See Now I feel wonderful the shell that I left on the ground. white chalk all around, It's down now my true fate is met. The point is to escape pain The way is to do what I did tonight To leave reality with style now I'll be rememberd My work is done. Now the world seems like a better place. Let go, memories, sorrow, pain, tears. For now I no long have to fear Now I no longer have to face the facts I am now free This is why you should join me. I am now dead That is why you must join me. A very powerful poem Passionsrejected, I can't resist to make a reply. Hope you didn't mind

“So the Princess and the Prince lived happily ever after.” Said he of the ominous voice. “No,” suddenly she cried, a voice full a sense of strange urgency that none can understand. “What about Timmy?” Some gave the girl strange looks, annoyed and irritated at her misbehavior; some ignored her totally and begin to leave thinking with no consequences at all; a few stared down to the ground, realizing shame. “What about Timmy?” She asked again. The crowd started to disperse, but the girl stayed. The man in shadows sighed but at last continued on with the tale. A Single Rose “A Single Rose,” said he, as he wrapped his hands around the delicate purple crystal orb like a spider dancing on the windowsill. The swirls of the elements drags lights into the orb, drawing images of landscapes far beyond and finally rested on a beautiful flower. Her many pedals welcome the warm sunshine in a soft green drifting meadow? A rose, a thing of the mystical, non-existent beauty existing somewhere in the ominous field in the world. The image flicker once more and then darkness resumed the reality of the crystal purple. “The Single Rose,” Timmy repeated, not daring to doubt the even that had just transpired. Yet it is beyond comprehension, to think a rose! Sensing distress wavers in Timmy’s eye, King dared to break the enchanted silence: “I thought all roses are dead.” “But yessss…” hissed the wizard, Merlock’s face was ominous in his dark hood, but Timmy felt the wizard’s glowing eyes glaring at him in a very disturbing way. That was all but within a wrinkle in time, however, for the next moment Merlock’s eyes return to his normal ways. Ignoring Timmy’s insignificant presence, the old wizard continued: “And only the finding of the Single Rose will cure the princess’ malady. Timmy found himself staring at his princess, her soft powdered cheeks are as white as snow, her lips paled as she lay helplessly on her throne with the knight by her side. “Betrothed,” he held his lover’s hand and then raised his hand and swears unto god. “I shall find the single rose, as true as my love is to you.” And then Timmy raised her hand to his cheek and attempted a kiss to her gentle hand, but reluctantly and quickly she slipped her hand from Timmy’s hands and into the whiteness of her lap where she wiped compulsively with the hem of her dress. The princess’ cheek flushed briefly. Timmy was with awe, “How beautiful she was.” Timmy thought. “And gentle, meek, and virtuous. For how dishonorable I was to attempted her gentle hands.” “You shall hurry on you way then,” the knight announced, for Timmy’s mind was lost as his vacant eyes stare hopelessly at the princess. Timmy, knowing that he had once again forgotten himself in the Court of the King, turned his attention to the king with a flush to his face. The princess gave a stare at the king. “The court is adjourned today. Leave in peace.” And the princess offered her hand to the knight as he escort her back into her bedchamber. He took a thought glance back before he left the hall. The mage was gone, disappearing into the solitude of his tower preparing for things mysterious. The knight closely allow the princess to lean against him for support, as both of their figures disappeared into the darken halls as the King shaking his tired head, sighing. The Knight returns shortly for Timmy after, his armor now casually unbuckled, and Timmy thought he walked a bit strangely with his eyes wide apart, but since he does require help from him he dared not say a word. “What you are still doing here?” The knight asked demandingly as he looked down at Timmy. The Knight was towering two feet over little Timmy, despite the fact that they are the same age. “The King mentioned something about a steed.” Timmy silently muttered, not daring to disturb the Knight in the first place, but a quest he must go. He must go on a quest to save the princess. The knight threw a tolerable glance at Timmy and led him to the stable. Both Timmy and the Knight walked pass horses, one more stronger and larger then the last, until he was led to the last stall where a skinny donkey stood. “This is your steed,” the knight said as he covered his mouth. “Ride well.” To Timmy all the horse seems the same. Timmy and the Knight were friends to begin with, and thus have complete trust over him. Beside, Timmy was definitely too short to ride on the big horses, however he did sense another problem he should address before he undertake his quest. “Is the princess’ health so bad that I have to ride in hurry?” Timmy asked. The Knight was about to reply with something unintelligent when a page showed up. Giving a sharp glance at Timmy the page bowed to the knight and say, “The Princess requires your presence immediately, and she would also wish to know if the problem has been taken care of.” “Tell her that I will be there as soon as I can, and the problem will be gone shortly.” The knight whispered, hardly noticeable to Timmy’s ears, and then both departed. Timmy opened the stall’s gate, patted the donkey, and slowly held its rein and marched out to the distant sky. The Quest for the Rose Timmy named his donkey Tommy, and they became true friends on this lonely journey. Timmy became to brush him, patted him, talked to him, and in the end releasing him. True friends never held each other captive. Once the donkey was released from its harness it kicked Timmy in his tummy, ran away as quickly as possible to its newfound freedom, and by chance tripped itself. After Timmy got up and noticed his friend was happily drowning himself in a ditch he waved and bade good wishes to the donkey, picked up his sack and went on his way. Timmy came about in a starving city where the streets have no name, and on that day he saw a child on the street. “Please Sir, My family need some coins or otherwise all my brothers and sisters will starved to death.” Without another thought Timmy emptied his pocket to that kid, who in return laughed. “Sucker! My father was a drunken bastard and my mom’s a whore. I got no siblings because I killed them all!” he shouted as he ran away as quickly as possible. “At least he didn’t lie,” Timmy thought. “His family does need the money.” Timmy spent the days wandering in the streets until he could escape the labyrinth man built for themselves. “It is a weird place,” he came to recall later. Timmy was traveling along the road went he saw a few nice men strolling along the bushes; He smiled and waved to them as they came out with shiny pointy knives. “A fool,” said the bandit leader as they stick their knives at him. “Search him for any valuables.” To their dismay they found none, for Timmy had already sold all that he had for food and shelter along the way. “The Kill him and get it done with!” The Bandit King already had a lousy day and is eager to moved on to his next victim when another group of bandits came out of the bushes. “Ha! Robert the Ruthless, Prepared to meet your doom!” Plundering Pete gnarled as he led his band to the slaughter. The two notorious bandits across the land battled each other as Timmy stood amidst the battle, watching. “What are you doing kid? Run and get away!” A bandit tried to shove him out of the melee, but was stabbed in back by another. Unclean Blood splattered on Timmy’s face but he continued to stood his ground until slowly the numbers on both side dwindle and finally the rest fled. Here lies Robert the Ruthless, the Terror of the North, with a sword in his guts. There lies Plundering Pete, the impeller of a thousand man, impaled on his own spear. “I must go find the single rose,” said Timmy, as he wiped the blood from his face and moved on to his journey. Timmy came across three people while trying to find an underpass: “Hey kid, turn back!” said a travelling salesmen. “But I must go and find the only rose,” replied Timmy, not even bothering to look up to the man. “But there are dragons up on the hill!” said one. “He’s big, as big as a castle!” said another. “And he got claws that can torn you in half, with fiery breath that roast away any armor!” said the last. “Thanks for the info,” Timmy smiled and walked passed them. They gave Timmy a weird look in return but shrugged, continue to sell their wares. At last Timmy reached the bare rocks where the mouth of the underground cavern stood open to him. Timmy walked blindly in the darkness and when he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel he emerged from the other side of the rocky waste. “I guess dragons are as abundant as roses,” Timmy though to himself as he walked out of the cave. It was just another thousands of nights where Timmy was searching for a place to sleep when he saw a castle on the horizon. The castle was perfect because it was abandoned, timeless and eternal. Instead of the main gate, Timmy used the servant’s entrance like he used to, and quietly made his want inside the vacant halls. Knights and Generals, Lords and Ladies, Servants and Minstrels lay all asleep on the floor while the king and queen slept soundlessly at their throne. “You scoundrel! How did you get pass the undead guards?” yelled a pale robed figure suddenly appeared in the hallway. A slender hand held up a wand point at Timmy’s direction, and at once Timmy felt heavy and tired. Timmy managed to trip himself and fell to the floor before another blast of the wand hit him. The robed figure approached Timmy like a viscous maid holding a broomstick to a rodent. “One more should do,” said he of the robed one as the wand points toward him again. With the last of his strength Timmy managed to grab a servant’s silver tray and shield himself with it. The robed figure screamed in horror as he saw his own image pointing the wand toward him. Slowly he slummed to a peaceful quiet sleep as the people in the court began to wake up, freed from the spell at last. “Oh valiant wanderer who delivered us from the evil spell” the king spoke with his majestic voice, “what reward do you wish to ask?” At once servants came out into the hall, bearing a tray of golden bars, another one came out with a tray of jewels and pearls, and still another servants came out with a silver crown and a beautiful sword wrapped in velvet. All these items were piled right on Timmy’s feet as they all bow before him, yet Timmy asked. “Where can I find the single rose?” The hall was silent as if everyone was asleep again. Most of the king’s attendance was in mute horror. “I do not know the answer to that question, but there are a Lady high up in the mountain. With all the wisdom perhaps she’ll know.” With that being spoken the king signals the servants to gather up the treasures. Not forgetting his courtly manners Timmy bowed before the King and without another look at all the fortune that was laid before him he turned away exiting the castle. Everyone exchanged looks behind his back. Before the highest mountain in the world stood a small village cradled at its foot. In the tavern Timmy found himself eating bread and sipping the last bottle of ale he could afford. The place was unusually crowded for a village this size. A bard was earning his dinner by singing songs and telling far tales for all whom listened to him, and indeed his crowd was large, for tonight his story was a crowd’s favorites. “Oh there begins this peasant boy who had once wooed a princess; so he set out to prove his deeds/ He braved two bandits so viscously fray; Pillaging Pete and Ruthless Roberts were none. He cleared to den of dragons, and was the first to came out alive! Finally he defenstrated the kingdom from an evil wizard, but what the king offered compared not to the love in his heart. So praised Sir Knight of the Valor, a peasant born who won the Princess’ love by waking her with the gentlest kiss/ May this new tale be sung and told.” Timmy cheered just like the rest of the patrons in the end, tossed out his share of coppers to the bard, and headed up into the mountains in the depths of the night. Timmy knew not how long he had been climbing or how much further did he have to go. The mountain itself became almost impossible to scale onto the asylum of winter where no light could never ever melt the ice. Timmy was trapped within a squall lifting up ancient black snow, creating a storm around him. “… Must go on… must seek the only single rose…” he still say as the snow robbed his remaining youth and harden his skin to a frozen crust. Snowflakes gathered on his hair and growing mustache until his mind is gone, but yet he continued to march against the impending storm like a walking corpse. He was sure he’d died, and perhaps then he would find the single rose in heaven. He woke up emerging out of warm water. His skin rejuvenated from the hard journeys and feelings in his arms and legs returned to him. The environment he found himself in was misty and warm, a contrast to the cold freezing hell he marched upon earlier. He thought an angel smiled at him with the bluest eyes, but the next moment he felt her hands is of flesh and blood. The Lady in had been living in this pocket within the mountain for eons. The heat of the lava below the thin earth melted the snow and created a pond of steam in a small valley in the mountains, thus creating the warm misty atmosphere. All strange forms of plants and life sprang within the valley and for a while Timmy was trapped in paradise that was embodied within the Lady’s embrace. Alas Timmy had never forgotten the rose, and the Lady of the Mountain realized that it was killing the man she had fallen in love with. So without even saying a word, the Lady of the Mountain pointed toward a direction. Timmy gave his last kissed to her and continued on while the tears that she tried to hide was a frozen crystal that slowly returned the hidden paradise back into the frozen wasteland; brown leaves falling from silver-spanned trees marked the first sign of death. The Revelation of the Rose The brink of reality is what’s left on the other side of the mountain, and Timmy found himself faced-to-face with the robed figure he’d confronted at the sleeping castle. The pair of slender hand removed his hood to reveal a familiar face. “You!” Timmy exclaimed at once, and for once in his lifetime Timmy felt the anger rushing into his veins. “Names are not important,” replied the man who was once known as Merlock, “but just know that I am the guardian to this universe. To pass, you must go through me.” The Dark Mysterious Figure turned and Timmy followed him until they reached a quiet spot in the sand. A strange stack of wood was already prepared on the ground and the dark mysterious figure whispered words of magic as he built a fired with green flames flickering in the air, contrasting the glowing purple horizon. In all this time Timmy sat down in front of the magician and watched silently. “This place does not exist. It is beyond your comprehension so what you see is only what you believe to have seen,” the old forgotten familiar voice begins his monologue, “you never see reality, but rather the image of objects as it gets reflected into your eyes. On the same token, what you see is never was, but rather a trick of the light that enters into your mind.” The Dark Mysterious Figure scooped up a handful of sand and thrust it in front of Timmy. “Here the sands of time, all the realities piled on these desert sands. Look deeply.” And Timmy did. “There were you who once fell in love with the princess at the first sight,” began the secretive whispers that came out of existence as Timmy peeked into his past. “And in return you pulled an old rusty sword out of the stone to gain the princess’ hand in marriage.” The voice dimmed as another grain of sand took its place, moving on to another reality. “Your friend the Knight had other ambition, but coming from the same end. That night while everyone was toasting wine to your deed, the knight went inside the princess’ room and took her virginity with his swords.” Another voice joined the chorus, accusing and sharp while the other voices became nothing but muttering backgrounds. “She have to keep that secret, for she had to pretend to be a honorable princess. Yet she had also learned to enjoy it, much like those street whores did when they took strangers to bed. The slut princess, yes that’s what she was.” The first voice returned, full of sorrows as he narrates they day Timmy left the castle. “The princess were filling herself with the knight even as you leave the castle. You turned away because you do not want to see the violent shadows through the window, but you know it! Deep inside you knew they were doing it, your innocently pure princess and your true friend the knight. For her you wandered around the world to search for the single rose so true.” “No I did not.” “What?” said the mysterious figure in black. Timmy closed his eyes, and sees the sands that was in his hands slowly slipping away between his fingers and carried away to nowhere by the gentlest breeze. When there was nothing left in his hands he spoke. “I did not seek the roses for her.” “I should have killed you! I should have killed you!” The Dark Mysterious Figure screamed in both terror and rage. “Either one of those bandits should have killed you out right! If not then I could have make a dragon appeared anywhere and anytime just with the snap of my fingers! I could squished you like a bug or just let you die an ironic death in the frozen mountains for being just so close!” “But instead you’re/I’m here.” Both the dark mysterious figure and Timmy said in unison. Silence. “You are brave, brave Timmy, even if you found yourself in this big, big world. It’s not a bad, bad thing, if the world went out without roses.” The dark mysterious figure’s voice became smoothing and auspicious like a snake, as if he was offering a compromise. His open palm conjured powerful images in turn. “You did not wish for fortune or fame, the most beautiful women in the world could not make you stay, nor do you have any desire for power. You are a complication within yourself Timmy, tell me what you want?” “I want the single rose.” Timmy flatly stated. Another Scream followed by mocking laughter echo the space around Timmy as thunder shattered physical existence. “Do you know what the roses are?” “Do you know what the roses mean?” “Do you know what the roses will do?” A blinding flash broke away the non-existing void, and this time they appear in the city which Timmy came across on his quest. “Someday all of humanity would be enclosed in a place like this, a place where everyone are packed in an enclosed space, but yet feel lonely with all the people crowded around them.” Both the dark mysterious figure and Timmy drift along the sea of people as if they do not exist to them. House by house they came across human tragedy; the young lord’s daughter fell in love with a scamming rogue who in turn had a twisted childhood to blame, the starving father who sold his young children despite his crying wife because the father got hoodwinked by the crime lord. The crime lord himself was trapped in his own protective prison fearing the underlings he raised will bit the hand that feed them… “That is call society,” the mysterious figure whispered intensely. Both of them are above the city now, staring down to the million of twinkling night light as the noise from the city became a distant filler to the silence that fills the cold vacant feeling in the night. “The evil, the wretchedness, the corruption; these are the sins of humanity which one could never be excluded from its existence. Sorrow and pain would always exist as long as human beings exist.” The dark figure of mysteries curled his lips in sneer. “Now tell me what your pitiful roses would give to this world?” Timmy whispered a soundless word, and in return the dark mysterious figure shown the most shocking expression on his face. He covered his face and laughed so hard until he cried for an eternity, but when he was done he gave a residing wave to Timmy and disappeared into ubiquitously. “The single rose was always in my heart,” Timmy began his soliloquy, “and all it needs is to come out.” Timmy slashed his wrist. Morning came and a type of beautiful flower has always been in existence since the beginning of time. A gentle hand picked the blood-colored blossoms from the deteriorated garden and placed them in a basket to greet her love. The princess, now began to show her age, glide her way to the Knight to was ever-so busy at his desk these days. “My handsome Knight,” she began, but was promptly being slapped on her cheek with the steel gauntlets. “I am not your Knight!” he took another gulp of beer from his goblet and yelled in her in brutal wantonness, “I am now your king because I have killed your father and stole his throne. You are of no further used to me! Now get out of my sight while I plan my invasion to enlarge your miserable kingdom.” The princess swallowed her tears as she silently retreated back into her own garden of prison, where she could stared at those beautiful roses again and be at peace.

I AM RAISTLIN MAJERE

The problem is actually quite universal: without raising such questions a first year english literature professor addresses to the problem stating: "if it pleases you, you might have considered that the male pronoun is so overuse during the course of its history that it has been serverly neutered to accomidated the neutrality of the sexes it comes to represent."

Wonderful poem reflecting the duel mindset of a gifted indivudial manifested itself at Night time... Indeed the Night often invokes a different feel and thoughts then during the day, it is silent, mysterious, and intruguing... such is the strange powers in the night that gives romance, mysticism, fear, horror, terror. Looking forward to more poetry from you, at your inspiriation's leasure ofcourse

"When you passed by someone in a crowd, you never realized that another person also has its individual personality, its problems, life, and most of all it's unlqueness", and the poem expresses that idea well.

Interest series of poem with a common theme that qualifing itself to be a worthy collection =) The questions raised on those poems raises a common theme call "life" and if i would name this collections of works as such i could not find another better title for it =) clean style, good form, fair style, and meaning of the poem throughtly translated. Congraulations Knight.

"Saw you" Saw you across the Threater, passing by a crowd it's been so long Since you flashed across my mind. How have you been? How has life been treating you? How is your little baby kitten, that hides behind your door? Oh it's grown too big to hide anymore. Are you still happy? happy that you are far away from me? have you even thought of me lately? As I drown myself in misery. I see him beside you the better person who i cannot be what a pair you two might have been him instead of you and me. It's been ages since I sense jeolosy It leaves in the heart a bitter taste burn him, being so close to you and make your cheek flush like i never will both of you, inside your world and i stood alone with the rest nails bitting, raw palm bleeding again finding myself to detest I am not fine. unknowning to you, i turned away before you could see expressions on my face. it's not necessary for farewell I said goodbyes the day I was left behind. "Why the Dark Mysterious Figure Wander..." Sweet pleasure of pain when I was with you longing, when you are gone but more so when you are here with me. The greatest distance that love cannot overcome was few physical inches between us "You do not know I loved you," The inches told me so. That is both a blessing and a curse. Your life in a magic Mirror The wealth of treasure: your soul. Beauty in your own reflection but reflecting my wretched soul. When i saw my tainted face in the reflection of your eyes I'd to cover my face and cry. Your love is the sanctuary that I dare not intrude. Insanity is imminant, from the times we've been so close. Heaven has been robbed from me So it's to Hell I go. Behind, I must leave, Your warm, your sweetness, your smile "You are not meant for me." and it pains me that I know. I wished to hold you in my memory when I've lost everything else your face, your smell, your taste your love I must learn to lived without Wondering how you've been and if someone will hold you dear because I'm not longer near. Sweet pain it is, to know that you do love because i'm not worthy, and you are so above. and that I've gave and sacrificed Until my blood freely runs dry Until I could not give no more, knowing you are happy is surficed To my fate, I do not weep thou my purpose is senselessly weak for she care not of my existances. All this experience had me taught that this is only the cruel joke of God In darkness I ponder To Hate, and hoping to perchance to Wake; To end this horrid fate because it is now all too late. Somehow I must stop the bleeding but now I have nothing except my needing running away the meomories of her, forever fleeing "To Love, and then be rejected and then destined to be alone." That is why the Dark Mysterious Figure wanders "Stranger" I've been a stranger since endless days and i've grown stranger in a lot of ways Now no matter how strange you might've been I'll always be stranger to you it seems. The Stranger in this world, is loveless They hate us, They Hate us The Strange-ness in your life, is senseless To flee we must. I've been a stranger in every place braving the moonlight; hiding in haze. You know you are strange by every means, when you're the stranger in your own scene. The strangeness, in our lives that You miss, that I miss The stranger, the lies that will be our demise "Love Sickness" There is no immuity to a sickness call Love, the plague of humanity That God sent above. Targeting unsuspecting subjects infecting the helpless victims, effecting them in the strangest way showing all signs of the symdrome: Nerves sparks, numbed brain, the heart beats to a feaver. undergoing drastic changes just to find a way to meet her. The moment they locked eyes they go into a trance. freezing their preception of time, morals & reason hold no chance. the patient became dillusional their mood changes in an instant. Behaving like there's no tomorrow, forgoing food and other substances. To dream about the other's fondness if both have the same chemistry and would drown in love sickness forgetting all other misery. Such strange diesase it's called. to cure, no remedy will do. The cure is an addictive Drug What the doc prescripted is Love. "Regrets" Digging the past with my bare hands Imprisoned myself in my own Tower Memories flow from thy hands like sand re-living a lifetime by the hour. Beauty is she who comes in the name of the lord from heaven sent the angel of smoothest clay paradox paradonia, the gift cursing from God fired to prefection like an open vase. Memories whispered haunting betrayal of previous pass, and the love that I've failed Jeolously guarding my broken heart and holding on, fearing what's left to be lost. and to open my heart I must not. for the memories of love echo my only hate; to love her, never! I could not. because to heal my heart is now too late. But then lies the cruelest Fate and god humbles us with our own errors She was another broken heart, but it was too late she'd fled in sorrows, and I've lost her forever. "Star Dream: Strange Poetry" Night Wind, drifiting on the Solar system into the depth of other space. Drifting, in the tragic kingdom living your painful fantasy. letting your soul be unbind like light from the end of the tunnel let time unwhine Star Dream, Dazzing on the milky way away from the cruel cold sun. wasting, the final days away, dreaming away from reality empty your thoughts from your mind and the drug seeping into your marrow and a second will be a eternity of time. and Fading Light Dying on the alien horizon sparks the first of the stars. Wandering, in the mist of strange seasons. existinging for an eternity finally ending the intoxication by falling into the blackness hollow Sorrowfully divine. P.S You have a disease, let me cure it "First time behind Held" ... and then you gave me a hug and it was bitter sweet like the warm of a fire in the hearts of winter but my heart resisted knowing that I should for the hormones in my veins and heart lusting for desire. Friendly feeling, I reminded myself but somehow I just cannot let go. closing my eyes, resting on each other, and letting that moment lasted forever. "Nobody" Of all the heavy-heartness that was there Loneliness was the hardest one to bare. The burdun of facing every tomorrow. Nobody has ever known my sorrow. I am another soulless in this world. when around me temptation twrils. Because they've not where i've been, Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. I'm a Loner ever so Naturally Born but loneliness has my heart to torn. Love & Innocences, going down to Waste Nobody faces what I have to face. Failures becomes me, as time goes by No matter how hard I've really try. Somewhat I feel I'm going Nowhere Thus Nobody is the name I bare. "The Demon within" . .. ... .... "It all started one day...Help me....." Refrain 1: There's a Demon Inside of me. Why can't it just let me be? I just long to be free So get the f*ck out of me!! It Lurks the back of my mind It whispers to me all the time. It's not something you can relate When every moment's driven by hate. As i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, They all flee from me for the evils I have. Self Control I seems to have lack upon the innocent i' drawn to attack. I'm really not insane am I? as i send all these innocents to die I think I'm begining to lose control and that's why the story have to be told. Refrain 1: There's a Demon Inside of me. Why can't it just let me be? I just long to be free So get the f*ck out of me!! The people needs to be cure. so I begin with a mass-a-cure. no more disturbing as it seems as I hack apart their limb. addicted I am it needs to be stop but tainted flash needs to be chopped There seems to be no Salvation as I sink down throught Sweet Depression Refrain1: There's a Demon Inside of me. Why can't it just let me be? I just long to be free So get the f*ck out of me!! There's the demon inside of me So why don't you just let me be I just long to be free So please stay away from me. For I am the Demon In Side of Meeeeeeee!!!!!! (Repeat) "Clueless" Alone i feel, inside a crowd and I don't know why. Loneliness is only a state of mind. For somewhere, Angels sits on clouds watching our lives gone by Surely one of them has to be mine. Sonewhere in life, hides the gold but where it is no one knows I just wish to find it before my time. And time is slipping, I cannot hold watching hepless as fate unfolds An my life sinks within a bottle of wine. "Meaning of Love" Be-seige a quest You and I To find love she said is the greatest test Searching for her one in a million when you found her she's already taken Some wanders lost drowned in Temptation "every women is easy" they become jerks. But we don't read minds especially yours we don't understand what that is for. Love lost, they had women's sympathy but love they won't offer because he's too ugly I am not Perfect I am just a man lonely I do feel but weak I am not. Why do we lie? and held empty boast because you likes it believing in lies. I an not handsome I'm not rich but neither are you we play the same game Now i paid for dinner and i held the doors chasing after you just wanting to be with you Using all my strenght Using all my mind why can't it be the other way so much for 90's equality Unhappily together I made time for you and meet you somewhere so you can show up late. Silence echoed in the fone lasping the time we spend there is nothing left to say we all know our fakious tone Handsome meets beauty and happily married medicore liveds with medicoreness and what am I left with? uglyness, I hate myself this is truely pain Driving me insane. and this, is what I have to say. For all that is above I wished I believed in love. "Incomplete meaning of the Universe" Some people are destined to be lonely forever... to them the world is always grey "What is Love?" They all asked. For Love is something they cannot feel Love is for one to accept another.... It's hard for them to even accept themselves... When everyone else just seems better and when you got nothing to show. There are always people in the lower rung when the society's standards are high. and when these people died out they say the world improved. When one man sees reality and when majority is still so blind: "Scorn the man, accuse him of insanity Damn the man, for seeing the truth behind." Two strangers sucided, or so say the news. "but don't forget the staving african child." the reporter expressed that view to the crowd and turned us away from another issue. African Children, no longer starving. but not because of white man's giving. instead of earning an honest living they sat in frount of the TV, Craving... Turned on your Tv, the window to your world. Pop stars that couldn't sing and models, rolemodels without a brain. something you can screw by offering a drink. The Left handed bible, a book. preaching what's good is evil. priests get paid to sway morals and fondle little boys with his right. Children! storytale of princess and heros teaching them to look pretty and nice telling them to kill, lie and steal and then lived happily every after. Let a number determine your fate A letter to mark your life... a paper to prove your intelligence and to succeed? A smile on your face. Love is... lalalala It's love at first sight, forgetting the second he looks faster, better, stronger. So Ditching your current one is just natural selection. The people build a system of climbing over shit and other dead bodies Trapping themselves in a tower called baal, and hail "Deux ex Machina!" the little girl piled some sand, and placed souls on the orb. watching them die by the hundred thousands. "Oops!" she said, as she flew out the door. "S-A-D" Escaping me, Lingering in the air. Stiletto forming the perfect shape And watch it drifts and dissipates. Slowly robbing my life away. Slowly inducing my sober state. The lights glows again, As I take another breath. And have it coursing in my vein. The orange lights glows in the dark Burning ashes, leaving another mark. Green, reds, brown, and light Filling the empty glass tonight. Crystals warp the shades of black. Another drink of strange delight. Drowning in my pleasure Drowning away my pain. Knock another one back again. As I take another shot And have it pounding in my brain. Artificial colors blending in a murk. woke up in the morning with just a few bucks. Slithering bodies, Of cold naked flesh Emotionless motion, rocking Put it in her, and forcefully giving. Thrusting from my selfless passion Thrusting for my selfish crave. And let it die another moment. As I laid motionless And both of us get raped again. Meaningless gesture done in vain Exploring our body, found the mind disdain. "A Second of Thought" YouHaveCausedMeSoMuchTearsFallingLikeRainWhenYouLeftMeInAWorldOfPain&IntheDarkest TimeInMyLifeISometimeWishICouldDieButIDealtWithItAndISurvivedandI'veLearnedToLiveWithout NowICouldNeverDoubtYouHavePlayedMeAllAlongAndJustWhenIStartedToMoveAlongYouTried To GetBackIntoMyLifeAgainButThisTimeIJustWon'tPlayAlongBecauseItWasYouWhoOnceLeadMeOn AndThenYouHaveMyHeartStompedIHaveSwornYouCanNeverHurtMeAgainBecauseOfYouNowICan NoLongerFeelBecauseOfYouNowICanNoLongTrustAndBecauseOfYouICanNowTruelySeeWhatAn EvilGameLoveMustBeWhenAllIWantIsTobeFreeFromYouAndYourMemoriesSoYouWouldStop ManupulatingMeBecauseNowINoLongerFeelForYouAndNowICouldNeverLoveYouLikeIUsedToYo u HadthatChanceAndYouThrewItAwayLikeNothingIAmNotYourToyNorAmIYourSecondChoiceThis Is NotAboutMyDignityThisIsNotAboutMyPrideThisIsMeGivingUpAfterSoManyTriesI'veSeenWhatLove IsAndIAmDisgustedThisIsMeSavingWhatIsLeftAfterYouEnteredMyHeartAndTrushedItThisI sMe AfterYouAreDoneWithMyHeart/LoveNeedsTheIllusionthatWeAreBothWonderfulButAfterTakingA HardLookInTheMirrorIKnowI'mNotBeautifulIDon'tHaveTheTimeToPlayWithYouNoMoreIGotNothing LeftWhatDoYouStillWantForWhatDoYouStillWantIHadGivenYouAllI'mSorryItTurnedOutThisWayI'm InsecureI'mIgnorantI'mBoringI'mStupidI'mInsaneItIsMeIKnowI'llNeverbeHappyBecauseISeeReali tySoClearlyAndIKnowI'llAlwaysBeLonelyAndAngryI'mSorryI'mSorryI'mSorryThatICouldNeverLoveA gain. "An Ode to Lain" Do not Cry Omipotent Girl; for you do exist inside my Mind What's Wonderful Its more then just your eyes. The Wired Angel Watching from the skies. We Love you all Lain. eventhough our world will never be the same. We Love you all Lain. eventhough You are in another Layer. We Love you all Lain. eventhought We will never Remember. You are Beautiful; You are Digital. You are Everywhere So You must be here, standing right in frount of me. For Love will connect us near; then We will have no fear. "Virus" Scanning, Scanning Perceive your thoughs Receive your mind. Error found: Section 03-3875A3:09 Sad thoughts erased. Memory of abondonment Gone. Do Not Hate. QuestionOfSociety.doc Corrected. Dirty.Jpg Deleted. Rebellion.exe Installed programs: Love Your Parents, Love Your Friends, Love Your Life, Love Your Gov't. 'String' Know Why = 0 Happiness to Know your system is Virus Free, That you may use it to talk to people without spreading malicious virus. 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probably he had it with her *lol* j/k =) it's a beautiful poem, and in some ways reflect how true love can last. Your partner must have some quality, something in which you can't stand, and other things in which you cannot understand, and pratically drive other crazy... the continious drive of joining but struggling at the same time is the true expression of a loving husband/wife relationship. The protrayed happy american family is just a lie.

I can tell you it depends on a lot of variables: First you need a good Dungeon Master... (rules are no priority and one rule proceed above all else, Have fun) second you need a good vivid imagination.... in essence, it is a story telling with you as part of the story and you get to control the plot to a certain extend... D&D is roleplaying, but to a questionable limit... while in 'freestyle' roleplaying on character could almost have immunse power... characters such as yourself are restrained by the rules... and the rules are there to make things challenging... you don't need to memorized the rules because each Game master have different interpretations or extention to the rules, and even variations.... i would suggest to gather a bunch of friends, and just play irl on table top... it seems to be the more efficient way... then again you can always form a campaign on irc...it works...

Anyone heard of "Situational Homosexuality"?

The style that "The soldier and the Maiden" is unique in nature... the tone of the narriative sets out the theme of the story itself, mockaries of fate and all the 'happiness and sappy endings' we believed in all fantasy tales. Sadly, the crude vocabulary in the story sounds more realistic in nature: Welcome to the hard real life, not all stories have happy endings...

This persone above me ate a wiggly cabbage.

Luna: A world on the Moon. Luna, a world on the moon orbiting on the planet Soi has been peaceful and prosperous for all its known history, and the demons are all but stuff of legends. Nine giant spires rises up to the sky generating a force field to hold the atmosphere from escaping into space while craters on the Luna surface creates vast perfectly circular seas and lakes. Lunan ‘day’ began when the moon orbits out of the Soi’s shadow and faces the sun. It turns toward ‘night’ when once again Soi’s shadow covers the Lunan surface and a huge crescent of white and blue and green that turned slightly dark with sparkling lights can be seen travelling across the sky. The people of Luna are divided into three states: the Elconians are the masters of mining, the Uranians are the people of technology, and the Cornelians are the people of prosperity. The three states took up parts of the Lunan surface but leave alone the Great Dark, the lands behind the surface of the moon where the light could never be reached. Since the beginning of time the people on the three state runs a succession of queens to rule, each bloodline wields powerful Guardian forces from the essences of the land to protect their kingdom. To ensure protection, wisdom, and competence in the line of succession a fraternity of male known as Furst is formed. Each male child is selected from birth to be raised along with the princess. The sworn an oath of brotherhood uphold honor, to protect each other and the princess at all cost as they trained, educated and then specialized into one particular talent within the sanctuary. With the coming of age for the princess, she must call Casamento, which is a ritual to choose one of male in Furst to be her mate. The Fantasy begins… Disk I: The story begins with Raven, the protagonist in the story and a Furst blade specialist being put into action when the sanctuary are under attack by a mysterious force. The nine Furst in sanctuary, sworn with their life to protect the princess, broke out of the surprise attack with only the princess and Raven alive. The willful Princess Adrianne began to journey to the Queen’s palace for protection and guidance from her queen mother only to find out that the perpetrators were the Royal Guards themselves! Meanwhile Raven was being accused of kidnapping the princess and the slaughtering his Furst brothers. Under disguise, Raven and the Princess began a fierce flight to the safety of the backward Elconian State. During their escape Raven ended up meeting an old man who gave him an ancient exotic gem imbued wrist sword as well as his Furst brother and Best friend Ganja’s soul stone, and directed them to an unguarded tunnel across the Cornelian border. There was no safety for them even after the fled from Cornelia; The Elconian succession mysteriously disappeared a generation ago and Elconian fell into destitution for decades from monsters ravaging the land to heavily exploitation of their neighbors for their resources. Once across the border bandits ambushed Raven and Adrienne. In rage, Adrienne reveals to the bandits that she is the princess and that she’ll bring peace and prosperity for Elconians. Although unconvinced, Some of the bandits were inspired by her speech while others sees the gold offered on the returned princess and Raven’s head. The leader Scar gave a signal to some of his trusted bandits to kill off Raven, but now that Princess Adrienne is not under attack and somewhat safe Raven was free to released the full fury of his blade skills and sliced through the mob and killed Scar. Without their leader the rest of the bandits either fled or too frighten to do anything except staring at Adrienne. A young bandit, Zephyr, stood out of the crowd and ‘hold’ them in custody but promised no harm would come to the Princess. The Princess agreed and called Raven to sheath his sword as they were escorted back to Zephyr’s tribe. Once in the mining village, Princess Adrienne was appalled by the poverty of the Elconian people; the ground was deficient of minerals after centuries of mining that other kingdoms bought cheaply. The soil was almost too poor and could only make are bare living from farming. The people were forced to live in the mineshafts for protection against the overpopulation of monsters. Princess Adrienne felt partially guilty and sympathetic to the people. She began to reflect what she said back there and decide that while she did say those words to save herself from the bandits, she meant every word she said about doing everything to help these people. Meanwhile monsters attacked the tribe again, and while the bandits had always been acting as guards to protect the village, they didn’t have enough men to stop the attack. Zephyr was especially angry and yelled at the princess for her ‘gullible talk and false promises.’ Adrienne retorted and swore that she will go out there with the men to defend the tribe with her life. Zephyr lead 1/3 of his men, Adrienne, Raven, Zephyr’s trusted friend Wolfgard and Zephyr’s sister Valisha to attack the creeps and lead them away while the rest of his men protects the tribe folks in a hidden cavern. The ‘bait’ team was successful in leading the full mob of monsters away giving the tribe folks time to retreat into the safety of the cavern but the monsters were chasing them too close! They could not escape from the relentless pursuit, and just when things are getting hopeless they blindly stumbled upon an ancient ruin which taps into the Luna core creating gravity. Adrienne devised a plan to trap the monsters in to the ruin by re-activating the artificial gravity mechanism to hyper gravity level thus sucking all the monsters down the gravity well. They herded the monsters into the gravity chamber and everything went as planned until Adrienne almost got sucked into the gravity well. Zephyr grabbed onto her hand at the last minute and saved her life. Disk II: The map of Elconians map is available after the party leaves the ancient ruins and a few side quests are made available: “The Evil Quest” is where you save a man that got lost within the caravan in which you got his gratitude and nothing else. He turns out to be a spy and later an enemy later in the game and he’ll remind you that you saved his sorry ass before and now he’ll repay you with a quick sweet death. He only shows up later and fight you if you helped him and completed the quest. “The futile quest” is where an automated mining machine went out of control and plowing its way into another unaware tribe just happening to set up camp on its path. Your mission is to either destroy the machine by fighting it or running ahead to warn the tribes people. You’ll be unsuccessful either way (the machine is almost invincible and plow through the earth too quick/ the elder of the tribe refuses to listen. The reward of the quest is that you get to see the tiny tribe grinded to death and you picked out a few items from the bloody debris. “The Merchant’s Quest” is where you saved a Uranian merchant’s life and defeats another band of bandits to retrieve his goods. He will be grateful and from time to time he will pop up and offer to sell items at a lower cost. His nephew Tiga also ended up joining the party later on. The tribesmen were happy that their ‘warriors’ made it back in one piece and begins a celebration in which the princess actually joined their dancing and had fun for the first time in her life. Then a tribe scout came rushing in the party with news: A few Cornelians troops had come across the border to ‘rescue’ the princess. The elder agreed to protect Adrienne at all cost but the Adrienne does not want to bring the burden to the people she began to love and decide to spirit away. The elder suggested meeting them again at the old city of Eros where in seven days at the New Soi festival where all Elconian tribes will gather. Adrienne and Raven depart on that very night, Zephyr and Valisha came after them to join the two and together they complete more optional side quests. They were soon captured in the night by Cornelian soldiers and were lead back across the border. While imprisoned they learned that the Cornelians are going to use the opportunity to invade Elconian. The Cornelians will launch their surprise attack on the festival of New Soi and begins the ethnic cleansing. Luckily the guards were in need of supplies and ran into the merchant Adrienne previously rescued. Tiga picked the lock and rescued the group on the condition that he gets to hang around them for adventure. By now they were already far off from Eros they need to make a shortcut across the Underground Mushroom Forest to make it there on time. No one was seen coming out of the forest alive and Valisha was extremely fearful but it seems to be the only option. The forest was strangely devoid of monsters, and as they reached the heart of the forest they found an ancient shrine with a black mage guarding the entrance. Xal was sworn to guard the entrance to the Sacred Shrine and after being defeated he refused to tell the shine’s secret, but managed to convince the group to go in and face the next guardian. As they entered into the Shrine the old man once again appeared, telling them how to defeat the next guardian. In each of the six corners of the shrine there is a guardian force guarding the seal. They must remove all six seal to sap the power from the last guardian in order to defeat him. The last guardian turns out to be Odin and when he was defeated the spirit of the Last Elconian Queen Alexandra came out and told the party that a forgotten evil force known as the demon attacked her pretty much the same way Adrienne was attacked on the sanctuary. The demons have neither shape nor body but can entered into other people’s mind and make it do its bidding. The demons tried to enter into the Queen’s mind but her loyal Fursts destroyed her body and preserved her spirit in a soul stone. The queen’s spirit ordered Odin to protect Adrienne always, handed her two soul stones, and disappeared. The Black Mage Xal was surprised to see the party coming out of the temple alive. Adrienne told Urn the story and Xal nodded saying that he was the last Furst who killed the Queen’s body and preserved her soul in soul stone. Although it was right thing to do, he never really forgave himself and thus he stayed inside the forest hoping to enter into the shrine but for a strange reason Odin refused his entrance and defeated him each time. Xal plead to join the group and redeem himself. As Adrienne accepted the offer Raven caught Xal looking at him in a moment in shock but the expression quickly faded away in his hood. Adrienne got to the festival of Soi just in time to warn all the elders about the Cornelian invasion. Some elders were spectacle when they all noticed that the air is getting thinner. The Cornelians sabotaged one of the spires that hold the atmosphere near Eros. In no time the party reached the foot of the spire and the party split into two: one party goes underground to reactivates the power source while the other group fight their way up to the control room. If you had previously rescued the old man he will turn up as a Cornelian agent scouting out the Elconians before the invasion. After the first group defeated him on top of the spire they relay the controls to retune atmosphere pressure near the Eros sector. When the people sees the open hostility from their neighbors they began to listen to those that saved them. Adrienne told them the fate of their last queen and summoned Odin to prove her testament. Some of the elders were governors that once served their queen and was dishearten when their heard, but they knew it to be true and decide to do what they had never done in 3000 years: electing Adrienne as their new queen. Deep into the night of the celebration of the new queen, Raven disappeared from the crowd and the old man confronted him. This time the old man handed Raven’s own soul stone and remind him of his ‘duty’. Before the old man left, Raven turned out and shouted a name that came out soundless. The old man just smiled and disappeared. Meanwhile Adrienne is facing a dilemma: if she becomes the Queen of these people, she must then declare war against her former kingdom. She would also have to call Casamento, which means she would have to choose Raven since he is the only Furst left. Unfortunately Adrienne and Zephyr fell in love with each other. Adrienne went back into the Shrine in the Mushroom Forest to decide and when she came out she accepted to be the Princess of Elconian. Then she declared to restore her Furst by adding Zephyr under her ward and call Casamento, putting Zephyr and Raven into an open battle. Although Zephyr had improved during the course of this adventure Raven defeated him. Just before the critical blow Adrienne jumps out and stood between the wounded Zephyr and Raven’s blade. Disk III: It was in a dark surrounding where a mysterious person met up with another figure in the dark with strange glowing red eyes. Mysterious person seems vaguely familiar as they spoke betrayal to Elconian’s new Queen and her troupe. When the figure asked about reward he was lifted up from the ground. A horrid, sobering voice told him that ‘loyalty is his own reward, but soon he’ll be paid in full.’ In the next scene Raven woke up alone in an Elconian tent, he wakes up and the plan has all been set up. The Elconians faked a coronation while Adrienne sneaked out to infiltrate into Cornelian to either convince her Queen Mother to stop this madness or the Elconians; lead by her daughter will be forced to retaliate. As soon as they were set out they got this errie feeling that they were being watched. Meanwhile Raven was strangely solitude as of late. The secret journey was too eventful; they hardly saw an enemy on their secret mission. As they successfully sneaked into Ur, the capital of Cornelian and right into then Queen’s Palace. There they confronted the Queen herself, unguarded and seemingly waiting for them. As Adrienne was trying to talk to her mother they were surrounded with guards! The fighter black mage Thamaris, the queen’s Furst and Adrienne’s father defeated the whole entire group and placed them in the dungeon. Apparently someone in the group betrayed them to the Cornelians! As they were escorted to their separate quarters Raven managed to escape, and after a few guile and brutal fights and sneaking around he found everyone except the Princess. Meanwhile the whole party is very suspicious that Raven betrayed the group, but Raven could not remember anything after the dual with Zephyr. As they broke out of jail they’ve heard that the princess is going to be executed by tomorrow before sunset. It was another trap to lure their prisoner back, but this time the group is ready. Everything went well until Thamaris showed up and forced them to retreat into the prison complex. By chance they (literally) stumbled upon an ancient subterranean passage underneath the prison complex after venturing deeper they discovered an ancient spacecraft. After clearing the ship off from monsters and the ship’s defense systems they entered into the ship’s control deck. Tiga managed to access the databanks and the whole mystery to the origins to the Lunan reveals. About 3000 years ago, the whole world of Soi fought for their lives against an entity known as ‘demons’. It was a hopeless battle for the demons have no shape or body, but spirit whom possesses other people’s body and wreck destruction on their own. Humanity held their last stance with the demons where the human army, lead by a powerful human named King Tamaris led a desperate battle against the demons. With the power of the soul stones those brave men contained the demons within themselves. While King Tharmaris’ orders was to destroyed the demons along with them so the demons would never prey on the human race again, the queen does not wish to see her consort die along with the thousands of soldiers who so valiantly defended the world with their lives. Therefore she ordered the demon infested soldiers be contained in cryo-stasis cells and be shipped to the moon until they found a way to segregate the demons spirit out of the humans. Unfortunately some accidents happened and the ship boarding the cyro-stasis cell crash landed on the moon surface. The demons were freed, the crew of the ship fled, and the computer system went into auto-defense mode before it went offline. The ship named “Hyprion” was powered by two guardian forces: Leviathan create water and thus produce life support for the crew while Omega weapon :dragon4: powers the ships hyper drive. In order to re-activate the ship’s engine the group must defeat Leviathan first and then Omega weapon. Once Omega weapon is defeated and his soul stone is placed into the power core the ship automatically lifts off from underground, destroyed the prison complex in the process, and flew away from the city of Ur. The ship arrived back to Elconia just in time to see a full invasion in progress. The combined forces of Cornelians and Uranians slaughtered the hopelessly over-powered and outnumbered Elconia. Tiga ordered the ship to open fired at the invaders while the group prepared to join the battle on the ground when they found both Xal and Raven missing. The group found them near the engine room where Xal and Raven had this bizarre conversation: “You time had passed, why have you waited?” “I was still needed for her protection.” “She has his protection now. His love for her is an indestructible shield, which YOU failed to break. The Casamento battle’s outcome was final. Now prepare yourself.” Xal then took Raven’s soul stone from his neck and then raised his arm to stab Raven’s heart with the stone when Zephyr stopped Xal. The secret of the guardian force is revealed as Xal told them that after the Casamento, all those other Furst that was not chosen are to perform a ritual sacrifice, imbruing their spirit within the soul stone and thus create the Queen’s guardian force, protecting her until death. Quetzalcoatl was the child Furst that died when he was young. After the attack at the at the sanctuary the fallen Faust’s spirit are called into their soul stone and tried to make their way back to Adrienne. Since Adrienne didn’t choose Raven he must do the same and in his death he will turn into another guardian force. Adrienne dies not wish this to happen at all, especially in the heat of the battle. Adrienne does not love Raven at all. She was grateful that he protected her during their escape and that he obeyed even some of her arrogant commands when she was so obnoxious. She proclaimed that she needs Raven to fight this battle now and will sort out matters later. With the problem resolved the whole lot of them drove from the ship’s rail and leaped right into the melee while the Elconians citizens were loaded onto the ship. The battle became intent as the ship was constantly under attack from the Nephuan hovercycles. Adrienne was going to fight till the death for her people and was engaging battle with a veiled figure when Raven swooped down with his stolen hovercycle, got Zephyr and Adrienne on, and make it depart without him. The spaceship was packed full with as many Elconians as it could hold and once the princess got safely on board the Hyprion departed leaving a large group of Elconian fighters and Raven hopelessly surrounded by the Uranian’s fighting force. The Uranians calls for them to surrender and here Raven makes a desperate gamble. Raven calls Casamento on the Uranian princess, and was received with humiliating laughter. A floating ark arrived and out came a figure with a silvery veil draped to the ground. Her voice had an amusing tone as she asked Raven what rights a fallen Faust from another kingdom has to call the Casemento. Scornful laughter again fills the air, but Raven just shrugged and made a sharp reply. With a wave of her hand a wave of black garbed soldiers began to assault Raven. Raven fought them all one by one and with every skill and cunning Raven managed to won all of his opponents. Some of them are mechanized units, while others are human with mechanical implants; still some are mages and mutants. Raven was forced to kill them as they all fight to the very death. Then at last Raven faced an opponent he never would imagine fighting against. It was his Faust brother Ganja and Raven thought he died while defending the sanctuary. Ganja was a blade master like himself and they used to spar with each other ever since they were young. Ganja wielded the same weapon he used to: a double-sided curve saber, but it was electrically charged to shock his opponent as it strikes. Apparent Ganja took the Uranian cyber enhancement and now half his body was robotic mechanized. Already showing battle fatigue Raven managed to disable Ganja’s shield, and as Ganja pulled out his ultimate overdrive move which reduces Raven down to one hp. Raven thrust his right arm forward to throw off Ganja’s attack while stabbing Ganja with his friend’s soul stone with his left. The two of them rushed toward each other; Raven got his sword arm cut of but Ganja’s spirit got sucked into his own soul stone and dies with a brilliant flare and a wisp of black smoke. Raven collapsed after the rigorous battle. Disk IV: In Raven’s white hazy dream he saw a pair of purple eyes staring at him. Her sweet lips gave a gentle smile as soft hair draped over his face. When he woke up Raven found himself in Uranian custody, his wounds was healed although his right arm could never be re-attached. He was free to walk around the Uranian palace but Raven could sense that he was being watched at every moment. A servant came out and places food in front of him and when Raven ate with a sharp appetite the servant tried to suppress a giggle. Raven tried to find out what’s going on and so he talked to this servant. The servant, whose name was Aria, was surprised that Raven didn’t know he defeated all the Fursts Urania had to offer. She told him that he was in Zion, the capital of Urania. While he won the battle fair and square he was not Uranian and thus creating huge debate in the senate. No one knew what to do with Raven, (and Raven snickered at that, no one in the world does anyway; not even himself.) Raven wanted to escape this place and he asked if Aria if she wants to come along since he needs a guide. Her eyes went wide in response and said she’ll have to think about it, and she fled before a guard comes informing that Raven needs to see the Princess and the council. Raven took his time and when he arrived he saw the Princess still draped with the silver veil. Raven hated the senator at first sight but he didn’t say anything as the council explained that he won only his right to be a Furst. Raven would now be the protector of Princess Arianna until her coronation in which it would be an open battle between anyone who challenges him. Raven was made to take the Furst oath again and it conjures memories of the time when he was first made to take the oath in Cornelia. Now he was back in the cycle again, swearing to another person he does not know and probably does not feel. It was alright when he swore then because it was duty, but now after seeing a world where things are not as black as white as it seems he began have doubts. Raven asked about what happened to the Elconian that was captured during the battle. The princess seems uneasy when being directly asked a question, and the senator replied for her that since the kingdoms are at war, Elconians are being treated as prisoner of war and thus was made to do smelting iron in a nearby mine. It was deep into the night when Raven met Aria again in a garden within the palace and they chatted while walking around the lily pond. Aria started to ask Raven some questions to how people are like in the world outside. Raven answered and was reminded to rescue the Elconian slaves in the mines. “They are free people, just like you and me Aria,” Raven told her. At last she was persuaded to come along. In their escape and few side quests Raven noticed a few rare things. In the hotel where they stayed a few guards were teasing Aria until they saw the sparkling red gem on Aria’s neck. Then those soldiers bow and scrap and apologize and then promptly fled the scene. Also Aria apparently doesn’t know too many things outside the palace, and finally Aria disappeared in a night. When the time of the coronation came Raven wanted to avoid it all and fled across the border along with the rest of the Elconians, but Aria zestfully convinced Raven to stayed because of all the good he can accomplish as the chosen Furst. Remembering Princess Arianna, Raven thought it would take a lot to convince her. He promised Aria that he would stay though, and in return Aria told him to remember her always by the red gem she had on her necklace. The Princess’ Coronation was full of people cheering for Arianna and booing on Raven. It was no surprise that the senator would challenge Raven to be the chosen Furst. It was during the battle that things became seriously wrong. Just when Senator Apache seems beaten, he changed into a demon! Raven was ready for that, however, and sparked soul stone on his blade. The dust burns the demon-possessed senator as the blade struck the senator’s body. Just when Raven executes his finishing overdrive blow, Aria appears in front of the senator protecting him. In this moment of Déjà vu Raven froze and was stabbed by Aria herself. From the throne Princess Arianna fires her weapon at Aria. Raven could only watch as the huge bloodstain grew and soaked through Aria’s dress. A black mist evaporated from the senator’s body as a million scenes of Aria flashed across the screen. The screen turned black, echoing Raven’s scream. (To be continued: Disk V, character outline, magic and combat system.)

The person above me is a devoted christian and pratically a father from hell (too kind, he thinks, and he got an expectations too high). He's an Ancient of Terra and one of the founding members of the Pen and Mightier then the sword. He has a son call Nyyark whom i suspect the has as much talent as his 'dark' father....

The person above me is literally Insane.

The person above me is born on 16 November 1987, hense has a scorpio sun sign.

I bet it sounds very nice when recited in Italian.. it's a beautiful language.

Good poem, while it meationes the undead there's not a sense of dread usually accompanied with it... but rather a free style easy flowing feel which gives gothic writing a uniqueness unmatched. The construction and the prose are monologue fair, sounds like a musing from the author... with a touch of humor that almost spurs randomly in the usual mind. Overall excellent work.

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