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RE: What Are You Wearing Today Darling?
The light, the heat they have depended on for years have been our greatness all along. It had been generations since man has seen any faint glimpse of any sun. All they have ever known is the light that shines from our boundless (and humble) wisdom!!
It's a secret. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a really private
person. All I want from my cryptocurrencies is that the transactions
are instant. I don't trust easily, so I want it verified, of course. Okay,
you got me. It's PIVX haha!
And that light, it blinds them it makes them wish to fly up to it. And so they construct odd wicker ans tring contraprions to fly them up to the glowing glory of our wisdom...
But it fails. Like they have failed and their forefathers have failed
FAILED
Lament!!
Ouch! I mean, dont worry. I am sure it will bounce back. Its taking a bit of a dive just now. I feel your pain I have a wad too!!
The history books have been lost to time. The ventures of good Daedalus had faded from memory. Every exploit since have followed the same mistake of his child. The eternal loop of hesitation and diving head first had become the norm. They had missed their window to enter, and now all that awaits them is despair.
Lament!!
Yeah, I saw that :'( My emotions got the better of me, I missed a couple of signals. I should've stuck with my guns. In any case, I'm not in a rush,
so I'll play the long game with it. I'm not a huge fan of cutting losses. Heck,
I still have my pillow from when I was a wee boy.
Millennia later they contrive to write their own history books in their sorrow. Chronicling their meagre lives as they scratch out an existence in the dust and ruin that is left from before. Scratched out on parchment fashioned from shed skin with ink made of salt tears and ash... But wait, one of them dares to dream.
To dream of more? In his head runs a song not of lament but of...
Battle!
That's the stuff, it will improve again.
Holding will win the day! If not, thankfully I still have such a pillow too
As with everything, even their despair had seen the last vestiges of its existence. A fire that has never been seen for ages burned within the young lad. He picked himself up and brushed the debris in his skin. Humming a tune that had never been heard of prior, he raised his arm up to the sky and clenched his fist. The pitiful lot that surrounded him were at awe of the display.
The ash-like snow ceased to pour above him, and light pierced through the darkened clouds for the first time in centuries. He opened his mouth, as he softly whispered...
Battle
Holding looks to be the only option. Damn hype haha! At least I only spent money I've earned here instead of mortgaging the house.
Oh, and a crowdfunded whale voted your comment! Our tiny tale that can is seeing some traction after all!
And far far above something stirred. Stirred with us who had feasted long and hard on our victory over the lowest of the low who had fought against us. In truth the casting had become unto legend itself and we were tired. Tired of past glory. Tired of a life where only victory exists. For where there is no failure and everything is glory does glory not become the norm and the rates are sharpened for something different, a challenge perhaps?
And we peeled ourselves from the heavens tearing the stars themselves from the firmament and a dreadful screeching was heard as the first of our blades was sharpened. The cry was low but ever increasing in crescendo...
A challenge! A CHALLENGE!?
LAMENT!!
holding is fine, don't worry :0) ... And i saw that, how cool eh!
Salty tears and sweat, and blood gushed out, spraying the barren lands. Our armaments met in the field of battle, and the crestfallen silence was broken by screams of anguish and horror. Limbs flew and hearts fell. A sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through both sides.
We weren't their venerated gods of old. Not anymore. They had surprisingly matched up well, and they had managed to go toe to toe. One well-placed lightning strike, and they found themselves without toes, or feet, or even worse, their lives! Just when we felt like we gained the upper hand, immediate victory was snatched beneath our feet. We struggled like never before, and yet ... we grinned.
Tch ... Lament.
I can't help but mouth out your last comment as I was reading it. Epic stuff, brother!
We grinned. This was life. This was living! Pitting yourself toe to toe against an opponent, the mortal dance, the feel of steel cutting through flesh.
Fate in the flash of a blade.
For it is true. The time when you feel most alive is when you are closest to Death's sweet caress.
In the half light that followed that terrible scene where once more the sons of men had risen to the call and battled with we, the elder gods, the wounded mewled pitifully for mercy. The stink of iron and smoke pervaded the field and we conferred.
Was this price that they had paid again, this terrible blood price enough?
Our leader stepped forward. Blade whipping into the air, blood spraying from the tip.
Lament
Epic stuff from us both!!
One among us, the weaker of the group, flinched as he questioned our campaign. He had held tough with us through turbulent times before, but seeing the plight of the sons of men had made his will frail. With one fell swoop, our leader offed his head.
Witnessing the infighting, our adversaries paused for a moment and stayed their blades. Sweat and blood intermingled with soot trickled down from their burdened backs. Some whimpered while others kept mum. Some fled while others bled.
Our leader kicked the head of the former elder god towards the direction of the spark of their rebellion. Their eyes met and, for a second, the earth beneath us trembled.
Our leader opened his mouth and whispered...
Lament...
I can't wait to see the leprechaun riding the unicorn at the end of this thread!