"What… What the hell!?" My stomach was sickened by the display of blood and dismembered bodies. I lay upon my knees as I stare towards the living hell brought alive. When I focused more towards a figure on the ground, it was Punk, bathed in blood with arms disfigured. The others seem to be lifeless to the core. We were speechless in the display of morbid cruelty. Though, we as Miletian, are immortal in nature, we are still bound by every sensation any other human being can feel. Pain… We we’re able to sense sadness and sorrow as it passes on through us from a fallen companion. Mikkaill looked away in horror as he witnessed the abomination. As he walked away towards where we came from, he whispered softly in an audible voice "Our God is dead…"
”Who the hell did this!?” Shouted Taekkyon, boiled with untamed rage. As his voice echoed throughout the cold stone walls surrounding the last room of the dungeon, we witnessed a shadowy fog form beneath the door towards the exit way. The fog spread apart and created an eerie foam unto the ground. A womanly figure rose up from the darkness, she had white hair and eyes filled with the color of blood. Skin fair and adorned in fine dark dress with wings on the back of her waist. With a grin, she slowly approached us, but not before she took one look at Punks body and said “Oh? Seems like you’re still breathing. Could it be… You can’t die? How awfully interesting. It seems the soul stream has created an abomination to life itself… Immortal wretches I have heard of your kind. No matter… come at me with all your puny mights, but make it slow and good. I do enjoy a show none the less.” The pupils in her eyes suddenly changed hue burning with orange flames, her grin suddenly got wider. She took out the blade sheathed beside her waist and quickly stabbed Punk’s fallen body 5 times before I heard a crackle from my behind quickly reap the air in front of me towards her. The static shock knocked the blade out of her hand. I looked back to see Zeikal’s frightening glare towards her. “Pity those who cannot give pity… For they will forever be shunned and lack thereof.” He quickly rushed towards her with smoke coming from his fingertips he prepares to cast the lightning spell once more.
Taekkyon also went to the opposite side of Zeikal and tried to corner the fomor. He yelled out “I promise you, I’ll tear you apart!!” and proceeded on striking her with his dual swords. At the same time, Zeikal shot his lightning towards her, unfortunately only Zeikal’s shot was able to make it through to her. Taekkyon however, was blocked by her incredible natural defenses, and she countered it with flame bursting out of her hand. She stooped over a bit and turned towards Zeikal’s direction. She bursts in laughter as she forms magical flames around her. She concentrated the heat and blasted it towards him. Zeikal, knowing no defense of the magical arts, was struck with a fatal wound from the blast as he was knocked back from the explosion. The fomor screamed in excitement “YES! YES!! Stand… Let me taste a little bit more of your petty struggles.” She approached Zeikal’s heavily burned body and held his jaw firmly. “Foolish Miletian, let me indulge in the kiss of your defeat.” She kissed Zeikal on the lips and the burning in her eyes suddenly lowered a bit.
While everything was happening, I formed a concentrated flame which I saved for this moment. I stood up with my hand burning with blue flames and Immediately threw it at her. The flames charred her skin, but not to a mortal extent. She hissed and flew at me with lightning speed. It was but a split second’s notice but what lay before me next was a pool of blood coming from my Stomach. She pierced through me with her sword which she picked up when I somehow overlooked. “D-Damn…. Damn it!… I’m not letting you… have your way this time… Not when everything I have seen so far in this room… is a… total abomination… I won’t stop… Til I rip your lung off..” I coughed up a large amount of blood as the blade pierced through me again a second time. She smiled at me and giggled thereafter “You? Rip my lungs off? How fun” Her eyes gleamed with burning orange more brighter than before. She proceeded on leaning forward her chest touching mine and whispered to my ear softly “Let me tell you a secret…. Many do not know about my existence, for many does not live to tell the tale… I am a succubus. Will you be tempted by my allure?” She giggled in a childish manner and proceeded on pressing her lips towards mine. When she finally backed away, she pulled out the sword from my stomach, and I fell down to the floor.
After a long minute, Mikkaill finally came back, only this time, he was holding the ice amulet which Tarlach gave him. The amulet glowed in power as it creates a huge spear of ice above Mikkaill. “Eat this, stinkin whore!” He flinged the amulet up and it suddenly merged with the spear, as it started flying across the field and penetrating the Succubus. “Yo-You Bastard… How did you learn that spell!? A pathetic novice like you…”
Poor Mentality + Lazy Butt = FAT BOY. Seriously, I need to find a way to motivate myself to go to the gym, and I know that the continuous image of being toned and sexy in the future should be enough to get my ass busted in the gym. But no.. It’s kind of like those moments were you’re too lazy to do your homework even when you know its gonna be for the sake of your future in college… But no, you just don’t do it cause we’re all really lazy. Zzz.. I really need to take that permit test so I can drive there without worrying about the coldness slapping me across my face as I usually ride my bike to the gym.
If time was a materialistic object… It’d be a rocket ship, cause that’s how fast this week’s gone by. I’m glad none the less though, this was something I needed and each and every single day was purely made of awesome. Haha, anyway things are just gonna return to normal- err… as normal as it can get during the next few weeks of school, seeing how the peeps I chill with are pretty extraordinary. Maaan, that unfinished FAFSA App is dying to be filled… and those pile of homework. Baaah! Hooray for last minute procrastination! :D Now… finishing up this cursed English homework. Rawr!!!
Yknow, I have this image of how I want my life to be, how I want MYSELF to be. though, sitting around isn’t gonna do anything. That’s why for sure, I need to step it up big time. Well, the saying goes, "Life will pay whatever price you ask" its possible, aim low, you’re gonna be at the bottom, aim high, take risks, and well. You know the rest. I’m starting to like the idea of aiming high, but all the stress and shit that comes with it is pretty intimidating.
As we entered the dungeon entrance, I felt something strange amidst the atmosphere of the place. Almost as if it was awaiting our arrival for some reason. We all stepped in front of the altar’s vicinity where punk proceeded on dropping an unfamiliar dungeon pass. We were warped into the unknown dungeon pathways of Rabbie. “This place gives me the chills…” spoked Mikkaill as he shivers at the same time. “Hey Punk.. I’ve been wondering, what business does an inexperienced Miletian like you have with this dungeon?” questioned Zeikal with a raised eyebrow. Punk hurriedly proceeded on going ahead of the group, almost like he was trying to look for something. “Whoa- Hey- Wait!!” I hollered across the hallway, but to my dismay, he was already gone. Without a word, we all went forward, looking for him.
Our search went for hours, as we opened countless booby trapped chests, fighting a more countless number of fomors as well. After a couple of dead ends and tiring onslaught, we decided to set up a campfire near a giant locked door. Mikkaill somehow got badly injured from the fight with a skeleton fomor a while back. Zeikal started to focus the palm of his fingers unto the wound, centering it. “This is going to hurt a bit.” Light emanated and surrounded the wound. “Ah-..” Mikkaill flinched a bit. “There, that should do it for now, I’ve healed most of the injury, though it’s going to take time for the entire wound to actually heal itself. Just rest for now.” Zeikal took a portion of grub. I noticed he still has that annoyed look on his face which seems to be staring off into the distance. Taekkyon seems to be doing fine at the very most, though his adrenaline rush may take over his mind at times, he seems to be able to avoid danger a lot of times surprisingly. Once more, as I’ve always done in the past, I hovered my palm unto the flame of the campfire seemingly attached to the burning sensation like a moth to a fire. Old habits do die hard apparently. In the middle of our rest, we heard a loud shriek from behind the large door. “What the hell was that?!” Exclaimed Taekkyon as he jumped from the sudden noise. Mikkaill, who awoke from the racket started to approach the door. “Should we… Open it? We don’t know what lies ahead, but… It sounds like someone on the other side is in trouble.” He pressed his right hand on the lock hinting to us how he wants to open it. “For all we know Punk.” I reached towards my pocket to get the key we found during the dungeon expedition and tried to open the lock. As I hear a sudden clank from the lock, the door opened and a gory scenery lay before us.
People who try to act cute… Mostly guys that wear shit like hello kitty, or other random cute girl stuff. When there obviously trying to show it off, for reasons I dont even know why….? I mean, who you trying to impress? Girls? I understand guys that have a feminine side, and if they can rock it….
OMFG YESSSSSS D:< YOU DON’T LOOK CUTE. YOU LIKE AN INCREDIABLE DOUCHEBAG D:<
“People can be annoying, yet I myself can mimic such annoyances at times as well. I just hate those hypocrites who bash on you for the same shit they did. Though, passing through the passage of time, I just realize none of that should really bother me, because in the end, I just have to respect myself enough not to risk my own happiness in order to dwell unto another’s bullshit”—mylifestory.tumblr.com
“According to the scientists, the inability to focus helps ensure a richer mixture of thoughts in consciousness. Because these people struggled to filter the world, they ended up letting everything in. They couldn’t help but be open-minded.”—Jonah Lehrer on Distractions, ADHD and Creativity – study shows easily distracted people are more creative. (via curiositycounts)