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Goodnight, SpikeGoodnight, Spike
I am recording these events to document the truth about that tragic and terrible battle upon the moon to reclaim the unicorn Rarity from the clutches of the remnant and dormant power of the nightmare, left behind after the defeat of Nightmare Moon one year ago. It all started when Twilight Sparkle and her friends began suffering terrible nightmares night after night, which we came to realize was the doing of the lingering power of the nightmare I had thought defeated upon the downfall of Nightmare Moon and the return of my sister Princess Luna. After the nightmares had kidnapped Rarity and taken her to the Nightmare Dreamscape, we decided to tell the truth to Twilight and the rest of her friends about everything and it was decided they would travel to the moon with my sister to once again vanquish the darkness and reclaim Rarity. Using my magic to make a bridge for them to travel across, they ascended to the moon but were too late in Rarity’s transformation in
An Untold Story of the Time WarAn Untold Story of the Time War
Death, time, paradoxes, unbound intelligence of savagery and wisdom has enveloped the universe.
This bloody and timeless war that we rage across the stars with not only the Daleks but with ourselves
As I walk across these once prosperous streets now filled with the dead of the past and future,
I look up into the sky and view this Last Great Time War, the war to end all wars as they call it.
Our esteemed leaders were certainly dramatic in the naming of our conflicts, as if it justifies anything.
In all my years and numerous regenerations, never have I seen anything as horrific as this war.
Even though my hands have blasted away countless Daleks, time rewinds and skips their deaths forever
So many ghosts walk these streets, thats all they are now for they are always alive and dead eternally.
I could look upon an ally in battle one moment and the next they fade away into dust and then back,
Or a blasters laser could destroy a Dalek then be caught in an i
My Clockwork SoulMy Clockwork Soul
My soul, my soul, this clockwork soul that beats in this fake body of mine
This body was made and designed for me and for me alone feels so empty
I feel so hollow as my soul moves these limbs so stiff as if wrapped in an poisonous vine
Yet none of these feelings matter for even though I am a fake, my love for my master is mighty
Many memories flow through these metallic gears while new one are made
My master is new and foreign, for she recreated me in this iron body
If I had to choose between my old death and my new life I would never make the trade
Yet my story is not a happy one and so far will not end happily, with any luck it will end bloody
It all began when my nonsense life came to close as I pushed a little girl out of the way
The tremendous weight crashed down on me, my life ended knowing that hers was safe
Whatever it was that killed me is lost yet I could only think of getting her out of the fray
My single act of heroism and my last, hopefully it made up for
A Warrior's LamentA Warriors Lament
Azeroth, home to all, death to some, glory for others.
Its lands bear fruit to us all, a place where our ancestors gave birth to its future, our past and present.
A land of snow and sand, forest and lava, man and beast, demons and spirits, of good and evil.
This is my home, my birth, my present and future, and one day my tomb.
Lands full of magic and steel, full of history, blood, and timeless battles of ages past and future.
Many forms of warriors scour the land, some seeking heroism, others searching of dark secrets.
Whether they find the heroes call or villainous temptation matters not to me for I am alone.
My name is Rinth'zal, a champion of Durotar and slayer of alliance scum.
I have faced the forces of Stormwind and stormed the castle of Illidan upon the Outlands.
By my sword I besieged the frozen norths of Northerend and helped end the wraith of the Lich King.
Using my strength I allied with the great Shaman Thrall and ended the cataclysm and Dreadwing.
My Little DollMy Little Doll
“Oh little doll, oh little doll, my precious little doll. You are all mine, now and forever more”
Those words were the first words I heard and then on those words became my prison
I was once a different man in a different life but my story had ended and would become lore
But then everything changed when a lonely girl, with her little black book, changed my ending horizon
Everything was black and deafening and went on for an eternity but then a far off voice spoke to me
I knew not who beckoned me but the resonating voice felt warm and it pulled me in closer and closer
My corporal body reached out slowly to grasp onto the source but as I reached I learned it was not to be
Cold iron chains materialized from the void and wrapped my body up and I was none the wiser
The warming radiance soon turned cold as I was dragged into the light and things became new
My body slid into a discomforting area and the more I became restrained the more I felt
Nuzlocke Challenge Character Profile: AdrianNuzlocke Challenge Character Profile
Name: Adrian “Silver” Mourlande
Eye Color: Silver
Height: 5' 9”
Personality: Kind hearted to the core, almost to a fault. He always tries to help wherever and whenever he can with whatever or whoever needs it and even though it has usually been for good, sometimes not everyone should be helped. He also cares very deeply for his Pokemon and never wishes for them to get hurt or die so he trains them a lot. But even though he has such a golden heart, he ends up usually alone and no one knows why he does this. He holds some sort of secret and keeps it locked up tight within him.
History: Adrian grew up in the Unova Region but heard a lot of stories from his father about his travels around the other regions like Kanto. His father was a powerful Pokemon trainer once in his life, following the Nuzlocke Laws to the letter, as do all other trainers and even most Villainous Organizations. However, his fathers adventures ended in Kanto when h
Pokemon Nuzlocke ChallengePokemon Nuzlocke Challenge
Hello everyone! Just a little something from me and that is I want to try this Pokemon Nuzlocke challenge! Ive read a few stories and it has me interested (mostly the writing a story about it aspect) and since I want to get back into writing again I thought this would be a good way to start! And since everyone either sticks with the general rules or makes a custom one, here are my rules!
Nuzlocke Rules: (Taken From This Site)
1. Any Pokémon that faints is considered dead, and must be released.
1A. As a mercy rule, allowing 1-3 "second chances" or revives of fallen team members.
(Side-note 1: Depending how hard they get hit or how long the battle lasts will determine if they faint or die, mostly for story sake. Ex. If a one hit K.O or battle last forever then dead, other than that I will flip a coin 3 times and 2/3 will determine alive or dead and I will not chea
Pages of a BookPages of a Book
I sit here, day after day at this cold hard wood table
While dreams of whirling stars and swords dance in my mind
Surrounded by printed words of ages past and new, with names stamped unto a plastic label
And as I gaze upon these wondrous works I thank history for being so kind
With elves, soldiers, presidents, and pirates in hand
I read them all in beautiful silence but my mind is ablaze with explosive tales
As I dive into these untold worlds and walk along the characters land
Made by authors all over the world, including Wales
I come here and spend hours, days, weeks, and months in order to indulge my life
And I have my routine scheduled in perfect order so I may climb mountains in time
To swim in the darkest oceans, to soar the endless skies, or to watch men die by the end of a knife
I do this freely almost everyday by my own request and yet no one seems to mind, not even a dime
The kinds of stories I read vary day by day for I love them all
Yet even though I do not s
Shadow of my HeartShadow of my Heart
To you, my rose of a swirling whirlpool of love and emotion, I give you my spirit
To you, the one who shines of light and understanding in my hallowed life, I give you my love
To you, a woman who reaches into the darkness of doubt and mistrust for me, I give you my heart
My shadowed heart, filled with dark truth and hidden ambitions, is what I give you
On the outside, with a face of chagrin and charm, I give you the love and faith you deserve
To the world, I give them my strength of courage and wisdom that they expect
For my loved ones, I present them with words of understanding and compassion that they crave
But to myself, I give myself over to my cold and jaded shadowed heart that devours my life
While the world around me spins, grows, and gives its love, the shadow in my heart grips my mind
The shadow clouds my eyes to everyone's love and replaces it with loneliness and mistrust
The shadow claims my soul and pours its poison into my body and slowly it claims my he
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