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This is probably going to be my character for an RP about Space Pirates: imgur.com/1tIgW0k
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Ever oversleep your alarm by eleven hours?
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Sleep was invented by the communists to reduce the time we spend active.
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That awkward moment when you glimpse a dog stylist advertisement and before you realize what it is, you assume it's an ad to raise awareness about animal cruelty.
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A friend introduced me to a site called nanowrimo.org Technically a novel-writing site but they seem to have useful stuff for writing in general in the forums.
xDD this is better, constant HYPE will turn my hair white faster than you can say HYPE. I like this relaxed 'country' feel more - wind in your face, cows mooing in the distance, greenery all around, the odd bull goring you. What could be better?
Granted but due to the distance between stars, it takes ages to go through them (during which you do not age in order to fulfill the wish) and when you get home, Earth is completely different and everyone you know has died long long ago. Different cultures have risen, different morals and values have surfaced, humans have changed through evolution and you are seen as a cryptid.
A being of flame became conscious with a start. It felt as if he had simultaneously woken from a deep sleep and barely surfaced for air instead of drowning. Not that he could drown. He looked around him into black nothingness. Then he clutched his and groaned. Accompanied by pain and an impression that something had gone wrong, a tide of memories flooded through. They were contrasting fragments, a laugh here, weeping there, infants born and soldiers slaughtered... He remembered flames with surprising length in memory and consistency... He'd danced among them and laughed as he watched them but why? The memory of the destruction unsettled him now. It seemed that something big and important had ended for him with flames.
He tried to make sense of it all but only basic facts or maybe notions of how things should work surfaced. He tried to remember his name and who he had been but it eluded him. Suddenly a voice echoed in his "Who you were in olden days is of no import. Now you are Vakarlon, the Trickster and Balancer of Scales." Vakarlon, that sounded right... He looked at himself and with surprise saw flames solidifying into soft pinkish flesh. He called up a mental image of himself and saw a creature with two legs, two arms and a head. It would do nicely, he thought to himself.
He then thought about the voice. An idea barged to the front of his mind. This entity that spoken in his mind was a being called Fate. This being was not to be trifled with. Gradually he became aware of other beings as well out in the dark. No, not the dark. The dark would be something, no this was a void. One being was like Fate but the others were like himself. He could play with them (the ones like him) and see what mischief he could work. Of course, not all would appreciate his jokes. Some were a bit strange. Their names came to him, along with an impression of what they were like.
Next he had a flash of realization as to why he was in this void. He and the other beings had yet to create anything! There would be mountains and oceans and beasts and plants and valleys and... Wait, what was this? There were to be little beings of fleeting life who would build and be fun to watch. He sensed that these new beings would be....not quite his playthings no, but not his children either. Something oddly in between... However, some of the other beings equal to him would like to oppress and make miserable or worse: coddle these... Mortals! That was the word. He couldn't let that happen. There had to be balance between the two or things would be rather dull. The mortals, unlike the other things that were to be were capable of thinking. He had vague memories of the mortals either looking up to him or fearing him. There was a word they had called him and his fellows. He thought about it for a moment and remembered: gods. That was the term. It fit as well as any he supposed.
He gazed into the void and cracked his knuckles. He then spoke his first words in the new reality. "Time to get to work."
Thanks! I shall do my best to make you proud! Also, this is exactly what I had been hoping you were doing: trolling us by playing on our worries. Well done.
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