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The fields of battle"CHARGE!" Even the ground rumbled at that yell, and suddenly, shriekings, rumblings, and the very universe seemed to break. Ofcourse, I had to be on the front line of it. I could feel the magics ripping through the sky, and I too joined in on it, my flesh stretching and furring, my bones breaking and reforming. Thats something they don't tell you about. Changing hurts every time. In the place of a man now stood something unusual to this climate, a polar bear the size of three, if not four men, and then another spell hits the bear, and it blurs. This is what the footsoldiers see before they die. My name is Steve. I am the captian of a scout clThe fields of battle
In the endIn the end, there is nothing better than the sense of satisfaction. So the old men say after the battles, and so the young men believe. Sadly, I am no longer one of the young men, but I am not yet one of the old men. Can it be that my personal battles require more than having a sense of satisfaction? Can it be that this feeling... isint satisfaction? I've tasted defeat several times, been forced to look in the face of the one they call 'God' as he read off the list what was supposed to be my offenses, and yet I cannot believe in him. Strange, I tackle everything, thieves, guardians, monsters, angels, demons, and yet I still cant find someoneIn the end
Cus I got told to
Joy
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My pen doesn't seem to want to cooperate with my monitor.
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"Meli hurts herself in her confusion!" Oh teh noes!
Right. Post something darn it! I know you can write if you get your head out of the sand and acknowledge that, yes, amazingly, you ARE good at something other than videogames and making snide comments during class. Seriously.
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"Meli hurts herself in her confusion!" Oh teh noes!
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