Can I make a CS for this RP even if I don't plan on joining? Writing practice.
Letter Bee
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STATUS: Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame... 8 days ago
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Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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If you're in this mystical Skype group, I'm about to be added to it... probably?
Ah, no, I have a Skype, but I'm not part of the group.
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Of course you are! You just need to separate yourself from your characters, is all!
Hey, let's talk in the Titanpad. I have something important to tell you.
hhms posty on the morrow me thinks to try and think of what to do.
Would anyone really be opposed to me getting the gang out on the battle field or would it be better if we waited just a bit longer?
Please, after Henry's post, get the gang out on the battlefield!
Question for everyone: Am I still a capable writer?
Mosul, 2016
Lucas looked over the ruins of the city, filled to the brim with corpses, both Muslim and Christian, and saw that whatever the differences in faith, their killers were the same - people who presented themselves as the public face of their religion, yet killed more of their co-religionists than people of other faiths. So many people he couldn't save, so many people dead because of him, because he wasn't good enough, because he wasn't strong enough, because he didn't have the right set of powers. What good was it to have power if one cannot use it to protect innocents? With a series of gestures, he gathered the nearby rainclouds, and made it rain on his city block. The water would wash the blood away, at the very least.
Remember this, Lucas remembered his father saying, Absolute, Objective Good does exist. However, human sight of that Good is with flawed eyes, meaning that our attempts to promote said good must be fraught with caution; do not trust even our Church blindly; use reason and love in conjunction. Lucas had ignored those lessons; still ignored them now.
"I know what is right; why isn't that enough?!" shouted the man into the rain. "Why, if Absolute Good exists, can't it be promoted?!" The memories of his father's words continued to sound out inside the Meta's head, insisting on being heard.
Because we, our faith, though we deem our words sufficient for salvation, have left out certain alternate perspectives, ones that are good, just, well, above the minimum for 'sufficiency'. Do you know that in the Jewish Mishna, they say that 'whosoever saves a single life saves the entire universe'? Our faith forgets that sometimes, we just have to settle for just one life saved, that if you try to save everyone and everything, you wind up saving none.
"I can't!" Lucas said, weeping in the rain, "I have to save everyone!"
Then you'll never be happy, the memory reprimanded.
"All or nothing, dad," the man said as the rain kept falling, "all or nothing." He'd had this discussion many times before.
Lucas, the Meta remembered his father sighing in exasperation, we've had this discussion many times before. So I'm going to say this: We are the Light of the World, not the flame that sets it on fire. Even if you believe that the Revelation of John isn't an allegory, it still doesn't mean that we should destroy both ourselves and the people we are trying to save. Because that's what happens when we try and save everyone, we destroy them instead.
"I'm not listening to you! You're just a memory!"
Present Day
Lucas was watching for intruders, but his eyes had glazed over from the weight of his thoughts. He then looked up and around, to where the people were partying.
You can't stop it, bad things are going to happen; you cannot stop the world from growing worse.
"Then there's nothing to live for," he whispered to himself. "Lizzie would probably be better off without me - she'll cry, but she's strong enough emotionally, stronger than me." He shuddered, his military conditioning being the only thing that held back the tears this time. "We've seen a glimpse of good only to know that it will never be fully realized in this world. Oh, God, why am I alive in this day and age? Why do I have to witness so much pain and suffering?"
"Is there really a better world, Lord? A better world in this life? All is futile, futile, all is dust and all is despair."
Lucas looked over the ruins of the city, filled to the brim with corpses, both Muslim and Christian, and saw that whatever the differences in faith, their killers were the same - people who presented themselves as the public face of their religion, yet killed more of their co-religionists than people of other faiths. So many people he couldn't save, so many people dead because of him, because he wasn't good enough, because he wasn't strong enough, because he didn't have the right set of powers. What good was it to have power if one cannot use it to protect innocents? With a series of gestures, he gathered the nearby rainclouds, and made it rain on his city block. The water would wash the blood away, at the very least.
Remember this, Lucas remembered his father saying, Absolute, Objective Good does exist. However, human sight of that Good is with flawed eyes, meaning that our attempts to promote said good must be fraught with caution; do not trust even our Church blindly; use reason and love in conjunction. Lucas had ignored those lessons; still ignored them now.
"I know what is right; why isn't that enough?!" shouted the man into the rain. "Why, if Absolute Good exists, can't it be promoted?!" The memories of his father's words continued to sound out inside the Meta's head, insisting on being heard.
Because we, our faith, though we deem our words sufficient for salvation, have left out certain alternate perspectives, ones that are good, just, well, above the minimum for 'sufficiency'. Do you know that in the Jewish Mishna, they say that 'whosoever saves a single life saves the entire universe'? Our faith forgets that sometimes, we just have to settle for just one life saved, that if you try to save everyone and everything, you wind up saving none.
"I can't!" Lucas said, weeping in the rain, "I have to save everyone!"
Then you'll never be happy, the memory reprimanded.
"All or nothing, dad," the man said as the rain kept falling, "all or nothing." He'd had this discussion many times before.
Lucas, the Meta remembered his father sighing in exasperation, we've had this discussion many times before. So I'm going to say this: We are the Light of the World, not the flame that sets it on fire. Even if you believe that the Revelation of John isn't an allegory, it still doesn't mean that we should destroy both ourselves and the people we are trying to save. Because that's what happens when we try and save everyone, we destroy them instead.
"I'm not listening to you! You're just a memory!"
Present Day
Lucas was watching for intruders, but his eyes had glazed over from the weight of his thoughts. He then looked up and around, to where the people were partying.
You can't stop it, bad things are going to happen; you cannot stop the world from growing worse.
"Then there's nothing to live for," he whispered to himself. "Lizzie would probably be better off without me - she'll cry, but she's strong enough emotionally, stronger than me." He shuddered, his military conditioning being the only thing that held back the tears this time. "We've seen a glimpse of good only to know that it will never be fully realized in this world. Oh, God, why am I alive in this day and age? Why do I have to witness so much pain and suffering?"
"Is there really a better world, Lord? A better world in this life? All is futile, futile, all is dust and all is despair."
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I kinda volunteered to keep an eye on you Bee so this needs to be said. I know you dislike seeing that but your characters are different from you and you shouldn't be trying to place all your own hopes and aspirations into them because when something happens to them, it'll feel like someone kicked you in the gut. Ruby's attack from Last Arc is case and point for that.
With Lizzie, I can maintain some separation from me and her; even then, it's not perfect.
But with Lucas, well, he's one of my self-inserts; it's just that he has my flaws as well as my merits. In fact, I regret making him in the first place; I should have created a character to have fun with, not just win.
All right; everyone, let's ignore all the stuff I pulled out of my ass, that includes you, @RoflsMazoy.
That said, though, I dislike the prospect of losing Mu; I dislike losing kids to pain, rage, and suffering.
That said, though, I dislike the prospect of losing Mu; I dislike losing kids to pain, rage, and suffering.
Deleted a post of mine that's an asspull!
@The Whacko, I need you.
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