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"Life is a workout, pace yourself, be free, and find joy in what you love. In all our difference we're only human, looking for something to keep us going, looking for a purpose, but we don't have to look for purpose. Often, it finds us.” - Debby Shaw

“I have found purpose in everything that I love.” - Debby Shaw

“The world around us has suffered, we, have suffered, but look at us, still beautiful, still happy, still free. I refuse to believe that this is the end, this isn't war, this is love, and we needn't fight. The grass and flowers may rise again if we just keep going. The sun will rise, the rain will come, the flowers will bloom. All we have to do is love. The trees give us oxygen, the sun gives us warmth, generosity is the structural core of life, is it not? Love everyone, strangers, family and foes alike, because everyone can find the sun.” Debby Shaw

“I've seen what this world has to offer, not cruelty, not darkness, love. That is all it offers, the world doesn't offer pain, people, do. All the world's ever done is been fair to us, who are we to blame it for warlord's actions?” - Hope Saxton

“The sea is merciful as it is cruel, it is the same with men.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“I cannot trust a soul, the waves have ears and the fish whisper of demise and the shark ridin' the tide.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“The sea has no quarrels, only the death of those who raid her, many a watery grave has she claimed, fishermen, pirates and divers alike have succumbed to her wrath. To the sea's wrathful tide we are equal, in death we are fair.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“I have seen blood spill in the ocean only to disappear in the waves, at sea, all men are forgotten. It was a lawless wasteland out in the seas, no government could condemn us, but we certainly condemned each other. I suppose the whole Earth is a lawless sea, now, we condemn each other whilst condemning ourselves.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“No man lived after life, except for in the tales that were told.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“All history one day becomes myth, I've learned.” - Salvatore O’Malley

“A wolf is only as strong as his master, so shalt you fear the wolf that leads his own pack?” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Odin gives us life, the seers give us death, they give us fate, and isn't fate all death is?” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“We are blades and shields, wolves and sheep, shepherds of flocks that will bleed.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“I have watched many a man fall in crimson, and never have I seen black blood fall. Do you think it a coincidence that no man of black blood has ever fallen? Why is it, on the battlefield, every puddle is red?” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Valhalla has yet to welcome me, for I am far from done. I am too cold for Hellheim's snow, too cruel for the heathen's hell.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

"You're turning sheep into dogs thinking they won't bite back at the hand that scolds them." - Valskirith Deskgrottir

"We are all victims to the seers and the gods, Faim. We are dead before we ever hit the ground, hung from the seers threads of fate." - Valskirith Deskgrottir

“Goodbye, Stanley Wellberry, father of Ethan, king of a dead bloodline.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Even in death I shall be a lingering nightmare for all who witnessed my wrath.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“In the essence of memory I am immortal.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Ethan's biggest fear is losing you, but one day he will learn that there is more to fear than the losing of one's father, after all. He could become me. I, could be his fate.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“I do not fight the inevitable, Stanley, I only seek to survive as long as fate allows.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Death came to me as Valkyries in the burning sky.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“I don't seek to conquer mercy, but in all my days I shall never give it.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Many a dynasty have fallen for a crime so simple as mercy, and I will not be the dynasty that falls for a single life.” - Valskirrith Deskgrottir

“Fear and bravery is the defining factor between a soldier and coward, one would think, but in life I've learned it takes both fear and bravery to have courage.” - Isiah McGregor

“Death while living isn't the end, for we can rise again, we can go from heroes, to villains, to a redeemed man all in the span of a few years. It's funny, how we're always evolving but it never seems like we are. Strange how time works, it never feels different, but when you look back, everything's changed.” - Isiah McGregor

“For some, I have regretfully been the day of reckoning, and in a single second I changed the pitch of my tune.” - Isiah McGregor

“To me, every whispered lie sounds like a half truth, those in power like to lie, it's all that keeps them powerful, after all. Fear is their weapon, they pump it in our lungs, but the fear churns, and it burns in the lungs, and as it goes through the veins and enters the heart, the fear becomes courage, my friend. You cannot weaponize fear, for it shall one day be used as a shield and turned against you, made anew as a soldier's bravery.” - Isiah McGregor

“I can't be sure if I'm the curse or the cure, all I know is that I am crooked in my own little way.” - Isiah McGregor

“I am a poison to myself, drivin' on a road that don't got room for two, only me, myself and I, what a lonely, broken life it is.” - Jarvis McGregor

“I thought solitary confinement was hell, but then I had to live with myself. I can never escape who I am, and with this blood on my hands? That's all I want to fucking do. All I am has faded to black and I've become the very thing I sought to destroy. Powerful.” - Jarvis McGregor

“They say to roll with life's punches, but why would I do that when the fists only ever hit others?” - Jarvis McGregor

“The fires of war rise in this new land, the smoke was only the beginning, and I fear extinction of honor is the end. Humanity has survived many events that threatened to end it, but what if we're our own undoing? We don't all have to die for humanity to perish, all that has to die is our humanity, and these days, I see more and more men throwing it away.” - Mariellus Shackles

“We're fighting a war of ourselves, with guns aimed to kill the soul, not the man.” - Mariellus Shackles

“In the blood of man we stand, covered in the remnants of human decency, why do we strive to end ourselves? We only have one life, why waste it warring with people who are no different than you?” - Mariellus Shackles

“I look in the mirror, and try to find a metaphor for my pain, I speak to myself in riddles so I can avoid the reality of my life.” - Mariellus Shackles

“I refuse to stand idly by as the last sparks of humanity blink out, so long as I'm still here, I will fight. Because so long as a spark can start a wildfire, the glowing kindling of humanity still has a fighting chance.” - Mariellus Shackles

“I have constricted myself in the darkest of arts, if flowers were to bloom from my grave they'd only ever be black roses. I am no white rose, this red splattered on my petals is no shade of love. The only way to break this curse is to end myself, but I fear there will be no end. I will watch the sun devour the universe in it's heat and still I'll be suffering.” - Marisha Diablos

“God is not with us, he never was, all he ever was is an answer we gave ourselves for the uncertainty of death. I've learned he's as much comfort as holding my own hand.” - Kendell Soro

“In my time of need there were no angels with trumpets, there was no heavenly voice speaking to me from above, all I ever heard was the screeching of tires on asphalt and my mother's cries for help. When a boy watches his mother die, it's only natural for him to turn to higher powers for help. I prayed and I prayed over her, I pleaded and begged, but she faded, right in front of me. How is it that my memories of her hold only pain? I can remember my mother's smile, but I can't remember her laugh. I can remember her singing me to sleep, but all that my mind clings to is the nightmares that followed.” - Kendell Soro

“If God loved all, life would be fair, and yet, look at the world now. Godless.” - Kendell Soro

“I am a ghost, haunting my own grave, I stand at my gravestone and loom, reminiscing on days past, lingering on all the memories that harmed me. It's strange, how I continue to run my fingers against the blood on the wall, knowing it's my own, yet I find no solace in that.” - Aaron Cloud

“I look into my father's eyes and see a soldier, I look into my sister's eyes and see that small glimmer of hope. But I look in the mirror and can't see myself, I'm transparent, look through me and see my intentions are pure but my heart is rotten.” - Aaron Cloud

“Blood has poured onto the streets of my home, the streetlights setting it aglow, it scares me, how this world makes violence look like a painting. The way the moonlight spattered across it and the way the light from the street lamps made it glimmer. The world made a haunting memory beautiful, and I ask the world why? Why make these memories of mine so beautiful yet so haunting?” - Aaron Cloud

“I suppose, all I can ever do is linger at my grave, running my fingers across the blood on the name and stone. All it shall ever read is Aaron Cloud, Lost Boy of Neverland, a loving son, a broken man. May he rest in peace for all his days, may he find peace in the fact that he is a lost boy, never was he Hook's, never was he Death's, he was always a boy amongst the stars, but all the grave does is lie to me, alas, it does not know, I haunt my own grave, I am not lost, I'm found, and that's what frightens me.” - Aaron Cloud

“Blood for blood spilled is no justice at all, yet it is all I ever do. I call myself a man of justice, a man of the world, but I have learned I am simply angel to some, demon to others. For those who deserve it I am death, and for those who deserve the kindness I am shelter from the cold.” - Hargrove Solomons

“Nature sings, the birds fly overhead, and light spatters the leaves, creating sun lit scales of green and Autumn. I have been acquainted with nature all my life, at the age of ten I learned to take life with a bow, at first my footsteps were clumsy and left all the wildlife fleeing, but now to the Earth and the creatures that live within it, I am shade. I follow the wind and become one with nature, the skills of the hunt are dangerous in my blood-stained hands, for the death of man is simply one step over a deer.” - Hargrove Solomons

“I walk with a crumbled step and broken shoulder, trying to lift the weight of burdened justice. And yet, all I can do is continue to follow the wind, and trust that in nature, I shall find home. For years she has guided me, hidden me in the leaves and shades of her skirt. I am a part of nature, a flower still waiting to bloom, but within my heart is a dark poison, tearing me away from within. And I fear before I know it, I shall topple as the tree that falls in the forest, but makes not a sound.” - Hargrove Solomons

“I've spent my life digging up secrets, I suppose the truth haunts everyone who digs it up. I have snapped photos that brought secrets to life, written history and truths on a single blog post, that no one would ever read. It always felt as if I meant nothing to the world, all my hard work, and no one was ever brought to justice. All I've ever wanted was to do right by the world, even when it never did right by me.” - Marjenko Bradwick

“My single weapon is the truth, I don't need a blade, or a gun, just a camera, a pen and a little bit of bravery!” - Marjenko Bradwick

“I know so much yet feel that I know so little.” - Marjenko Bradwick

“The wind to me sounds like howling, and I always wonder if it's Miss Brianna Jackson. I can't find peace in nature, I can't find peace, because I can't find answers. So I suppose, all I can ever do is dig.” - Marjenko Bradwick

“I am alone, sitting on my own throne of dirt, I am the suspect to my darkest secrets, and the subject to my own rule.” - Rogeno Damascus

“I can look back and see snapshots of my life, but nothing more. At the age of five, hiding from my mother and father's drunken rage. Eight years old and riding my bike, praying for some reason, that the cars would catch me.” - Rogeno Damascus

“I see blood dripping from my fingertips, alas it is my own, but still I call it murder.” - Rogeno Damascus

“Monsters are real, but they wear our skin, they have pearly white teeth, badges and suits.” - Rogeno Damascus

“Bullets fly and good men die, but despite that, we push on, don't we? Whoever said you can break the human spirit forgot we don't break, we learn. You can't really break the human spirit, you can rough it up some, leave it scarred, but it never really shatters.” - Clayton Red

“While everyone's out here waging pointless wars, I'm fighting the war that matters. The man who fights against the dark, is the man who will one day know the light. I could say I miss the days I was safe, but I don't. If I wasn't fighting the good fight, where would I be?” - Clayton Red

“Everyone's gots to pay eventually, 'spose I paid in my own blood. I can see the charred pieces 'a my heart flutterin' in the wind like a burnin' map ta lost hope, and all I can do is watch, and stare blankly as every piece 'a ash and cinder fades away inta the desolate night.” - Marrows Pennington

“Behind me are souls I din'it save, people I failed, so when you lie my body in the ground, just remember, I'm nuthin' but one 'a the hearts I broke.” - Marrows Pennington

“My map ta hope's lost, deep in the woods, buried 'neath the shallow graves I dug.” - Marrows Pennington

“If these scars could speak they'd damn me, remindin' me I made em myself.” - Marrows Pennington

“All I request on my dyin' day is a beautiful sunset, painted every color 'a the soul.” - Marrows Pennington

“I've been drowning for a long fifteen years, it's no surprise I finally succumbed to the tide.” - Grimm Flowers

“I have wrongly slain many, not in the sense that they lie below the dirt, but in the sense that I have damaged them so deeply, so horribly, that they can't honestly say they're the same person anymore. In these soldiers I created I don't see a man, or a women, I see a reflection of me, a soul lost amongst the dead. They look back at me with eyes so blank, and yet, it's always as if I'm looking into a mirror. I've blown smoke into my mirror and it's no longer clear, I've lost myself, and I fear the man I am. What am I to do, when the world is against me and I'm against myself?” - Grimm Flowers

“I have drowned in his delusions and still, miles away from the tide, I sputter up water.” - Grimm Flowers

“They say salvation is for the sinners, so tell me why it is that in the end, all I can see is the mistakes I made and the people I wronged? Why do I deserve forgiveness? It wouldn't save those I've slain. Tell me what it would do for them. Look at them, an army of unwell minds and battered souls, kneeling to their king and calling him saint. But no saint walks into a field of lambs and leaves with a trail of blood-stained bootprints in his wake. No saint ever called his sins the greater good.” - Grimm Flowers

“ I'm just a reflection of all I've broken.” - Grimm Flowers

“I live under a code of honor, he who lives by the blade dies by the blade, but if you live in honor, you die in honor.” - Admiral Jeffroy

“I've learned it's not who we are that matters, but how hard we're willing to fight for the things that do.” - Admiral Jeffroy

“If I die by the sword, so be it. So long as I die defending those I love with it.” - Admiral Jeffroy

“They say innocence is gone, that we're cruel beasts of black hearts and blood. But innocence still seeps in the land's veins. The rivers still run, the trees still grow, the birds still sing, and so still there is innocence. There is purity. The world was not built for hate, it was not built for greed, it was built for all those who will fight for it.” - Admiral Jeffroy

“If I am to go down, I shalt go down fighting, baring my teeth and defending those I love, for if I am to die, all those I love, shalt not.” - Admiral Jeffroy

“I'm lost in love, not because I have it, but because I no longer do. I wander this somber maze of dying optimisms and dreams, hoping to find the one I love yet knowing, she's nothing but a cold case. She's fallen from my arms and faded to cinders around me, I can stumble through the dark all I want... But I'll never reach out and grasp her hand. This love I feel no longer lifts me, it no longer makes me feel like I'm dancing, floating as if I was light as air. I suppose gravity finally caught up to me as I danced among the stars.” - Amy Callahan

“Though they stand right beside me, I feel as if I am miles away.” - Amy Callahan

“I can't think of her smile without breaking mine.” - Amy Callahan

“The weight of death lies on my shoulders like a crow, keeping me downtrodden, bloody and begging for death.” - Devon Blake

“My regrets keeps me alive, somehow, I'm running from myself and my demons, and the moment someone asks what's wrong? They'll catch up to me” - Devon Blake

“Years of my life have gone by and I ain't even lived em, I've just stared at the fire wondering what it'd be like to burn.” - Devon Blake

“I could tell you I'm swinging from a noose, or I'm facing the demons of my mind, but my pain wasn't ever poetry was it? All the miserable men in history wrote about it, described their pain with golden coated words and prose. But I suppose my pain's just that, pain.” - Devon Blake

“Don't tell me I'm strong for facing my pain, tell me I shouldn't have to fucking face it.” - Devon Blake

“Angels and devils are myths, spun from tales of saints and sinners, and often I wonder, what myth would they spin of me? For I am death, a red angel, a crimson wolf, a man of bloodied blade and corpses at his feet.” - Mario Wopinski

“I have found beauty in all the chaos, the way the smoke rises into the night sky, the way the blood splatters on the snow, always was I a wolf, bound to become an artist of death. I met violence at the age of eight, death splattered before me in every color of my paint box. The orange of the flame dripping into the shades of the night, the screams and the howls were nothing short of music. A melody for my heart.” - Mario Wopinski

“The moon will always rise crimson in the presence of a man covered in the blood of wolves and sheep alike.” - Mario Wopinski

“I am so covered in the blood of wolves that I became one, every memory was soon dripping with crimson saturation and everything that once haunted me now sang a melody of screams.” - Mario Wopinski

“We were always meant to burn, the sun is destined to show us the fire's of hell. Tell me, friend, where do you believe the myths of hell came from? Do you not think it was a warning from future generations of scorched souls? Every myth has it's roots buried in truths.” - Mario Wopinski

“We were all good men, once, but violence does not discriminate, I am proof of that rule.” - Mario Wopinski

“He who fears death never lived. I have stared death in the eye on many occasion, but all it's ever done is passed me by and taken those I love. I've learned death is cruel, but nothing more than a part of nature. I can't damn it for simply existing, it is simply a predator, hunting it's prey.” - Azariah Oatman

“Life has taught me as many lessons as death, I have learned to cherish what I have, and not to fear what I may lose.” - Azariah Oatman

“In the end, we one day lose everyone, whether it is us or they that leaves this life. I try not to fear the inevitable, only embrace it.” - Azariah Oatman

“Only those with huntin' howls and cries will live ta see the day.” - Descarlo Frakwitz

“Ain't no holy man livin' to see the end 'a this blood age, hunters and wolves prowl and the sheep just ain't safe no more. Even the shadows hunt you, friend. Every speck of life and light has been drained from the veins of Mother Nature, and all that's left is the blood she bleeds. I'd watch my back if I was you, cuz when even the shadows huntcha, the night is fatal, now ain't it?” - Descarlo Frakwitz

“The light's slippin' through your fingers, and in a touch that once healed, has come the Midas touch, but you ain't makin' no gold. The Midas touch is 'a death and blood, my friend, death and blood.” - Descarlo Frakwitz

“The sun will rise again, as it always do, but that don't matter when men like me still prowl. The wolves ain't afraid 'a the day no more, we're snarlin' with blood on our teeth and sins lyin' ragged on our fur. We are the beasts that left Eden.” - Descarlo Frakwitz

“I believe men like me were born to suffer, men whom are untethered to reality often are. A man once said I think, and therefore I am, but it is my belief that I bleed, I suffer, and therefore I am.” - Melias Skinwalker

“I am the boy and the monster under the bed, the father scaring away the monster, and the mother holding the child. Isn't it strange, how we can be that which terrifies us to our very core, and the very thing that keeps us still tethered?” - Melias Skinwalker

“Kings and Queens are long dead, and yet still we believe we can achieve a dynasty. The human race's head rolls across the engraved royal tile, and yet still, we believe a decapitated race can find a messiah. We're scrambling for scraps and thrones, crowns and rust.” - Melias Skinwalker

“I do not fear death, for I have already lived it. I know what I've done in the dark, I know what I've done in the light, I am so damned that I fear God won't give me hell, he won't give me heaven, he'll give me darkness. No tomorrow, no today, just a blanket of shade and blood.” - Ben Stilts

“Life is the longest thing we'll experience other than damnation.” - Ben Stilts

“God told us thou shalt not kill, and so we hunted creatures we believed were below us. God said thou shalt not steal, so we stole land and claimed it ours. It's only human nature to find our own way. We are dogs and wolves, ripping through the seams of our own flesh, and I imagine God brought about the rapture only to change his mind.” - Ben Stilts

“Earth is nothing short of hell, these days. And you ask where men go when they die? You start over. Same pain, same life, over and over, that is hell, my friend.” - Ben Stilts

“This blood on my hands does not scare me, I kill, and therefore I am. I butcher, and therefore I am. In this world it's always been kill or be killed, bleed or be bled, and so I suppose, the only commandment we shalt follow, is kill, or the day shalt come when you will not be.” - Ben Stilts

“I stand in the ashes of my blood right, I hold a broken crown, it's long since rusted, but still, my dynasty stands. They say I am greedy, cruel, blood-stained, and it's true, that is why they have died for such treacherous words tumbling off their tongue.” - Idallius Vanratten

“They shall bow to me in all my power, in all my glory, no man who ever stood in the face of evil remained the same. And I suppose I change every man I come across. My memory is fatal.” - Idallius Vanratten

“No man shall knock this crown from my head, this treachery is my blood right, and through blood I earned it. He who wishes to wear my broken crown would have to cut my head from my neck and watch it roll. Only to realize the same shalt be done to him. A relentless cycle, tyranny is. One tyrant falls, the man who killed him becoming the very man he swore to destroy. Tyranny is me, I suppose, and for he who wishes to kill me, become me.” - Idallius Vanratten

“What is a ghost but a capturing of pain in a single moment, a tragedy doomed to repeat? All we ever were is photographs, snapped in the moments that forever changed us.” - Holmes Perwitz

“I'm a specter of every lie I ever told, of every person I ever hurt.” - Holmes Perwitz

“If I could trade every tomorrow for just one ray of sunlight, I would. But the sun goes right through me and burns the shadow behind me.” - Holmes Perwitz

“I have lied time and time again to keep myself afloat, but in the end, I'm just another soul in Ran's net, vying for the surface, clawing at the waves, doomed to remain nothing else but a drowned specter of lies and deceit.” - Holmes Perwitz

“I'm a broken boy, with no memories to warm me, and I've long since learned, it's cold standing under my father's shadow. The sun don't shine on him, so the sun don't shine on me.” - Holmes Perwitz

“I want to strip the weight of mortality from my veins, I fear death in all it's glory. I wish to carve my name into the oak of history, but no stars will be named after me, no constellations shall twinkle in my image, I am not eternal.” - Agrezzor

“I am so damned, so ugly and hateful, this world has told me who I am, and through all this death, I must accept it.” - Agrezzor

“This world was not made for creatures like me, my mortality is like the burning wick of a candle, waxy regret and sin dripping down me, this flame burning me down until I am nothing but a puddle of wax and then, nothing at all.” - Agrezzor

“What a somber tale, the story of the demon king. Oh Aggrezor, oh Aggrezor, hallowed be your name, they chant, yet all I can hear are the cries of every man I've wronged echoed in the chants of a name that oh so sadly belongs to me.” - Agrezzor

“Death is no journey, trust me, I have been through it in all my festered treachery, though it is no journey, trust me when I say, it is one you will embark on, and it is no choice of your own.” - Edward Shawcross

“It's the human condition to fight for your life, limb for limb, heart for heart, scars are earned simply through living. We were born and bred to suffer.” - Edward Shawcross

“Do you think the wolf apologizes to the sheep? Do you think the lion weeps for the gazelle? No animal ever felt regret for that which it had to do to live, so why do we?” - Edward Shawcross

“Monsters exist, my friend, they are all around you, selling your car, bidding you good day in the morning, and sleeping next to you, tangled in your sheets. Monsters are just like you, my friend, just like me, for to be a monster, to be a beast, is simply the human condition.” - Edward Shawcross

“All of me is lost in all of her, she's my end and my beginning, and she's the only reason that I can stare up at the stars and realize, they light up the darkness of every cold night I've ever lived.” Teresa Vandeblossom

“The Earth never cared who we were, the stars never shone for us, I used to think it was all coincidence, the way moonlight shined on a the chipped glass, the way the sunlight reflected the water's edge. But I've found that nothing is a coincidence, there's always a reason, and sometimes all it takes to find the light is a little bit of darkness.” - Teresa Vandeblossom

“Riell has me star struck, I gaze into her eyes and I see the future, I see a million stars burning in the nights of her eyes, and when she places her hand on my heart, and tells me its hers, I know what it is to be complete. How is it she gave me my life back? She picked up the broken pieces of my life and taped them together one by one, somehow making a stained glass mosaic of the ugly pieces of my past. The sun now shines on me, and maybe the stars don't shine for us, maybe there are no constellations in the sky of our names, but in our love we're eternal. In each other's arms we're free and that's all we ever needed to be.” - Teresa Vandeblossom

“My whole life I've been stumbling, wondering if I had a purpose, and just before I fell she caught me. She held the weight of me on her shoulders and to her, it weighed nothing. She would carry me on her back and lift me to the heavens if it would ease my suffering.” - Teresa Vandeblossom

“Oh Riell, my beautiful darling, won't you take this dance? Under the starlight, under the glimmer of the moon and the dust of the stars from which we were made, we shall twirl, we shall dance, with smiles on our lips, and stars in our eyes.” - Teresa Vandeblossom

“I would follow her anywhere, into the depths of her heart and the shade hiding between the stars. She is my constellation, my guiding light. When you love someone so much, where else can you hold it but your soul?” - Riell Starstruck

“The sun can be as damning as the moon if she wishes to be. But I don't care for the danger, so long as Teresa lies on my arm, whispering to me sweet nothings that mean the world to me.” - Riell Starstruck

“If it's not worth damning yourself for, than what's it really worth?” - Riell Starstruck

“I've caught her tears for so long, they've built up in my heart and created a crystal lake.” - Riell Starstruck

“No love is damning, all that ever was is a lie from the devil to twist our perception of God, I suppose. For if he has given me her, with those stars in her eyes and those galaxies in her smile, than how could he be cruel? So Teresa, my darling love, won't you take my hand? Won't you steal my heart, and dance with it, with a smile on your lips, and those stars in your eyes?” - Riell Starstruck

“I think it's time I finally saw eye to eye with myself.” - Merrick Stinson

“I used to look in the mirror every damn day and say, "Ain't no one gonna stop me," but now I look into these bloodshot eyes of mine and realize, I'm the one stopping me. I can't look at myself without the crushing weight of my sins wringing the dark out of my heart.” - Merrick Stinson

“I've been looking for monsters so long I never thought to look in the fucking mirror. I can get on my knees and I can pray, I can fucking pray, "I'm sorry for all I've done," and the lord would strike me down.” - Merrick Stinson

"In my stride there is thunder, and you best know where to place your bet." - Merrick Stinson

"I stand here with no thunder left in my stride, every man who bet on me is losin' their money. So take a swing, you know I can't take no more hits." - Merrick Stinson

"So go on, try to stop me, you'll die trying." - Merrick Stinson

“Look at me, I guess, despite every time I promised you couldn't, you can stop me now." - Merrick Stinson

“I could shed a tear for all I've lost, but it wouldn't bring them back. I've walked a thousand miles without those I love, without those who built me up and carried me through the storm, and so I ask, where are they? For they once stood beside me, and though death has not claimed him, he no longer stands by my side shoulder to shoulder, ready to fight the world.” - Lex Roberts

“Oh broken brother of wicked bones and crimson hands, where art thou? Hell could not contain you, heaven would not welcome you, so I ask, oh brother, why do you never look for salvation where it was always supposed to be? You lost heaven and took hell, why would you ever wish to rip heaven from your own damn hands?” - Lex Roberts

“At least, on this bitter path I have Cecilia, her smile brings light to the darkness for a time. Though I know, my hands have been touched by death, and that is a wound that will never heal. No love can bring the men I've killed back. But so long as I hold Cecilia in my arms, so long as I can carry her on my back and watch her look upon the world in awe, I can smile. If I don't smile, and if I don't fight, then what the hell am I doing?” - Lex Roberts

“I will load my gun and face the world with the bravery I've always had, because if I can face the world, I can face the future.” - Lex Roberts

“ I don't imagine life will get easier, in the long run, but it'll get better.” - Lex Roberts

“I'm outrunnin' karma, and the outlook ain't so good.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“The moment my heart starts to feel I rip it out.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“I'm a broken boy who's broken men.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“I'm a dead man in the sense that I've killed men, and any man who ever killed is a grave. The moonlight illuminates a name on a grave I recognize, cause God damn, it's mine, and ain't no roses blooming at a damned man's grave.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“I could fall to my knees and pray, I could beg for forgiveness, or for some damn semblance of it. But in my heart, I'd know I don't deserve it. Would forgiveness really save me? Would it save those I've wronged?” - Ezekiel Mathers

“I'm sick of myself I suppose, and I'd rather cough myself up than live with the disease. I've spilled blood, coughed it up from my lungs, and it's scary, how easy it is. It gets easier, and easier, until you don't feel nuthin' at all, and that's what kills ya. That lack of feeling, that lack of acknowledgment that the man you just killed had a wife, a family, or that he was someone to someone out there.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“I spose regret kills ya slow, bits and pieces of your humanity fade before just like that, it's gone. And all you can do is stand and fight, cause karma ain't never gonna let you hide. There ain't no shade in regret lane, just blindin' light and souls like me, who spent too long in the dark.” - Ezekiel Mathers

“God hath no love for the man who ripped heaven from his still trembling hands.” - Alexander Deadwood

“I am the single spark in the forest that starts a wildfire, my friend. In my presence, all the deer shall flee, the birds shall stop their song and take cowardly to the sky, and yet, all the trees can do is stay put and burn. Tall and mighty they were, standing sturdy and strong, but now they stand as dead goliaths, reminders that he who stands tall and mighty will one day be nothing but history. To become history you have to die, old friend. No one will remember you for your life, they shall remember you for the bloody end of it.” - Alexander Deadwood

“I am a bad man, filling my chamber with dusk lit regrets of other men. It's their regret that kills them, because I wield it against them.” - Alexander Deadwood

“Lies are so easy to tell, and the best part, is so long as you smile, everyone will believe you! We're foolish creatures, really, trusting a gun because it's not pointed our way. Trusting the flame because it hasn't yet burned us. But trust can be broken, and often, once a man realizes it has been, it's far too late.” - Alexander Deadwood

“I am the color of the wildfire and the smoke in the sky. I am the howls of the deer, and the frantic cries of the birds. I am everything that ever burned, here I stand, tall and might, sturdy and strong, standing as a dead goliath, and a warning to all.” - Alexander Deadwood

“How can you expect me to love and be loved when all the world's done is shown me hate?” - Antointette Ikelfur

“I'm my own worst enemy, spitting insults at myself and clawing at the mirror as if it would kill my reflection. But the only way to kill this pain is to kill me. As it's a part of me, now, these roots of hate have dug deep into my heart, and if I moved them an inch, they'd take my heart along with them. They'd hold it at the top of the tree, taunting me with the bleeding remnants of my heart.” - Antoinette Ikelfur

“Death is a small price to pay, these days. I've killed a hundred men, I'll kill a hundred more, blood spills and no one bats an eye so long as the name of the man slain lies heavy on the bounty boards.” - Adam Everbleed

“You could pray ta the gods if ya want, but I'll send ya to em for a single gold coin.” - Adam Everbleed

“I am such a cold form 'a justice, for centuries I've kilt men and women for a crime so damnin' as bein' accused 'a somethin' they dit not do.” - Adam Everbleed

“The gods have tried to strike me down, but I'm a slippery bastard, twirlin' through the fingers 'a Death as if it was child's play. My heart's got value cause after all these years it still beats.” - Adam Everbleed

“As years go by other years leave, all I remember is the name I found on the grave, and the blood I were meant ta spill.” - Adam Everbleed

“I've defied death, I've twirled and danced my way outta his fingers, but all I can really say is, you won't.” - Adam Everbleed

“Sometimes the only payoff for havin' any faith is when it's tested again and again only for you ta come out on top. But sometimes, ya end up below it.” - Dirken Stake

“I could be immortal for all I done, but I reckon that'd make me immoral.” - Dirken Stake

“I stand here, below my faith, vyin' for it's throne, but I ain't got a got damn clue how I'm 'sposed ta reach it. Cause my past tells me, "Boy, you ain't got no future," Long since have I learned my mind speaks in the language 'a my abuser, my thoughts come from his actions, and even in the silence, I can't escape him. Silence is the punishment you give a sinful man.” - Dirken Stake

“I got faith, I got love, I got strength, but it's in the silence that I hear my damnation.” - Dirken Stake

“Can't heal these scars, only stare at em. Can't put thread through the cuts 'a my heart, cause every time it beats I'd pull the seams and watch the stitches unravel.” - Dirken Stake

“I can look inta Albert's eyes and wonder why 'e loves me, why 'e cares bout me, and sometimes, I do. I really do wonder why. But then he places that hand 'a his on my cheek, kisses my forehead and tells me we'll be okay. And I believe him, in my heart, but my mind is harder ta convince.” - Dirken Stake

“Faith has carried me a long way, 'spose I got ta carry it the rest 'a these miles. Spose I'll carry this cross on my back 'til I collapse, cause if I wanna win, I gotta lead the pack.” - Dirken Stake

“It's bettah to visit a place 'a mournin' then a feast, cause we all die, we all shut our eyes one last time, and as I've learned, death is an important place ta visit, while you're still alive.” - Dirken Stake

“Forgiveness ain't for the weak 'a heart, it's a grueling road most can't take.” - Schiallo Burke

“I's learned that I fear the mornin' more than the night, the night's calm, peaceful, but as I rise I know that the mornin' ain't nuthin' but a reminder 'a all that could go wrong.” - Schiallo Burke

“If I ain't got forgiveness, least I got my drink. It don't bring no joy, don't make me forget, but least it's cold.” - Schiallo Burke

“I can't find myself on the road ta redemption nor forgiveness, the path 'a regret is all I can take without resistance.” - Schiallo Burke

“He says there's a lovin' God out there, but would a lovin' God make me? Would a lovin' God mold me from clay and say, "Good nuff?" Perhaps there is a lovin' God, he just don't love me.” - Schiallo Burke

“I'm just an angel that's fallen from grace, but sometimes, I wonder if I ever had it. My wings are shattered, my halo in pieces 'round me, this ground ain't holy despite the angel that sits 'pon the grass.” - Adraina Belwick

“I've got a heavy heart in my chest, burdened with a love I can't possibly 'ave. She's beautiful and kind, her smile is a light in the darkness, yet she is, the darkness. She's the shadow ta others and the light ta me, and often I wonder, is it wrong ta love her? Is it wrong ta look inta her eyes and see sumthin' other than malice? They say God don't damn love, but would he damn this? Would he damn us?” - Adraina Belwick

“I'm dancin' with the devil and God, is she beautiful. I can't help but wonder, was the devil always this beautiful?” - Adraina Belwick

“She makes me feel like I ain't a fallen angel, like maybe, my halo ain't in shattered pieces around me. I'd bleed out for her, I'd die on the battlefield and leave this world with nuthin' but a lonely grave. But what would I be dyin' for? All my death would ever do is turn her inta a monster. I know some days I'm the only thing holdin' her beast inside back. Am I fallen angel... or am I in love with one? Maybe I fell by her side, maybe I clung ta her as she fell, burnin' in the atmosphere. Per'aps we fell together, we shared our wings and our halo, and now that they's gone, what else can we do, really, other than fall further?” - Adraina Belwick

“The pitch black cascades down my heart and leaves me wondering, am I really human, or am I just a beast, wearin' the skin of the man I was like a ragged shawl of every sin I ever committed?” - Ace Swinton

“How are we supposed ta know peace if we have ta fight for it, huh? It don't make no sense that peace is attained through the fuckin' opposite 'a it. All war ever did was kill men, ain't no survivors, just broken men.” - Ace Swinton

“I can't stand myself, I'm a broken mosaic 'a sin and broken bones, just lookin' for a better reason ta bleed.” - Ace Swinton

“I wonder, if a dementor were ta stand before me, would he look just like me? Or would he be covered in blood? Would he wear a shawl 'a my skin and sin holdin' all the horrors I hide within?” - Ace Swinton

“I'm playin' Russian roulette as if it were a safe game ta play. I tell myself "Just one more bullet Ace, just once more bullet." Then I pull the trigger.” - Ace Swinton

“The world asked me to be myself, but it gave me all Jokers and no Aces. How am I ta play the game with none 'a the right cards?” - Ace Swinton

“I's found myself in chaos, lookin' at my own worst fear in the mirror. And I got'sa wonder, why is it, that whenever I look inta my future, I see myself, covered in blood, raisin' my gun yet again? Is blood my future, or is blood just the end, 'a my future? These days, I can't God damn tell, but so long as I still live I know, all I's gonna smell is blood.” - Ace Swinton

“I was raised on the devil’s back bone, looking for hay in stacks of needles and pins. I stand here with a dozen scars on my palm, all because I searched for purpose when there is none.” - James Swinton

“We're beasts, devils, ghouls and monsters, hiding our teeth, for when we smile, and bare our teeth, it's a warning.” - James Swinton

“I have seen the worst the world has to offer, I stare at my own bloodied hands, after all.” - James Swinton

“My brother once asked how are we supposed to know peace if we have to fight for it. And the answer is quite simple. We'll never earn it. Do you really think, that after all the human race has bloody done, we deserve peace?” - James Swinton

“My brother, you shan't find a better reason to bleed, you'll just bleed. You think that if a dementor stood before you, he would be nothing but a mirror of you? No, no my dear broken, he would be me, covered in the blood of those you love. I am his worst fear. After all, I represent what he could've become, I am the path he didn't quite walk, the miles he didn't quite tread. I am a monument to the sins he didn't have the courage to commit.” - James Swinton

“I am not playing God, though I choose who lives and dies. All it takes is a swing of the hammer, a pull of the trigger. Any man can play God so long as he holds a gun.” - James Swinton

“I am a wicked beast, prowling in the fields, stalking the shepherd that protects the sheep. But oh my brother, shalt thou fear the wolf? The wolf got to the sheep while you were asleep, their howls fill the night and their blood stains the fields you swore to protect. My friend, I am nothing but a looking glass of the devil that made me, but a devil that you know, is worse, then one you don't, after all.” - James Swinton

“Time is the opposer of all, it can whittle mountains and turn rivers into oceans, time is the end and beginning of us all. But we shouldn't spend our lives worrying about time, or how much we have left. For if you worry about time and the end of it, life passes you by. The clock ticks on and you do not.” - Natruin

“This world is a beautiful spectrum of sunlight streaking through the trees and dappled rays of light creating scales on the water's back. Us gods have made something so beautiful, so full of free will and wisdom, things to explore, places to be. The roots of knowledge have dug themselves throughout Heilgravold, asking only to be sought for. Questions and answers hide in your every day life, in the market place or the folds of your curtain's fabric. Answers are everywhere if you only look.” - Natruin

“I have seen humanity at it's worst, but there's always that one man whom's at his best, striving to do something better.” - Natruin

“Mankind has always been something worth fighting for, I do not care if they are below me, I do not care if I live lifespans more than they, in my eyes they are more holy than us. More holy than me. For they were created simply to live. It is from their own choice they decide to do good by the world. Their own choice to make this world a better place. They do not have to be kind, they do not have to love, and yet, they choose to. Isn't it beautiful? With all this wisdom, with all these truths, they chose love.” - Natruin

“Most men will find themselves killed by desire before they ever attain the very dreams that killed them. Dreams, such fickle things, molded by that which is around us. All I have to do to change your dream, is hurt you.” - Borbasli Orgazi

“The circus is a wonderland of broken smiles hidden behind paint, tears woven within the mime's act, and men jumping through flames as if they were the lion. I have seen good men become bad men all because I pushed them a little too far. Can't you see! Can't you see! Life is a grand story and I'm simply the man with the quill! Look at the violence splattered in between the ornate lettering, look at the stains on the corner of the page. Blood is often hidden, my friend, no man is killed in broad daylight.” - Borbasli Orgazi

“Tonight, clowns and jesters shall open fire, the outcasts and the vagabonds shall laugh as the city folk howl and cower!” - Borbasli Orgazi

“We are killers, hidden under thick coats of paint and smiles. Isn't it whimsical, isn't it grand? The violence is only part of the act!” - Borbasli Orgazi

“This is my story, friend, this whimsical, violent little tale. And you know what they say, these violent means have violent ends. These brutal delights have brutal consequences. So sing, my friend, dance and smile! You are a grand masterpiece of broken bones and painted smiles, so act like it!” - Borbasli Orgazi

“In the most miserable of souls I have created life, I have created whimsy and miracles, death and desire. So dream, my friend! Dream! But know, that in the end, it was only ever a nightmare.” - Borbasli Orgazi

“I am an unholy beast, scratching and clawing at the throne of man kind wondering, why were they made dominant, when they can be so easily conquered?” - Sar’Gekath

“I am no god, and yet, I stand here, unholy in such beautiful ways.” - Sar’Gekath

“Tell me, do you walk in the shadows of mad kings and dynasties? Do you stand within the cold shade of men doomed to die? Many a man have died, watched their life flutter by, only to learn, we are all same in the dark. It is the absence of light, after all, and it is my belief that there is no such thing as light, there is simply an absence of the dark.” - Sar’Gekath

“I am flesh, and I am bone, but I cannot bleed. I am of bones that are unbreakable and flesh that is unscarrable. You cannot keep me down, for again I shalt rise, basked in the flames of the hell that made me.” Sar’Gekath

“I am every bad thing that ever happened, every cruel man that ever lived. I am not an evil man, no, I am the very concept of evil, wrapped up in a vessel of bones that shalt not break, flesh that shalt not be cut, and blood that shall never spill. My heart beats black, for it was born of evil, and salvation was never an option.” - Sar’Gekath

“Have you ever wanted to be happy, but refrained from it because you knew, your joy would cost others? I used to feel that way, because only in violence did I find joy, only in the spilling of blood. There was always something wrong with me, my mind always had been a lion, blood dripping down his chin, joy found in his eyes during only the hunting hours of the night.” - Jack Karelwood

“Among the freaks and the vagabonds I know my place, I am the mad jester king, the fool with a crown attained through no trickery.” - Jack Karelwood

“He came to me in my darkest of nights, blood on my brow, anger in my veins, and he told me I could be everything I ever wished to be. He told me among the wild ones I would finally know home, that in the circus, we're all damned, following a siren's song that leads to death.” - Jack Karelwood

“Fire can be calming as it can be damning, it is the same with man. We have the power to calm, the power to heal, but in those same hands, is the power to kill.” - Jack Karelwood

“Life is all a bad joke, those in power can make one, and no one will bat an eye, but the moment one of the oppressed speaks up, we're labeled monsters. But monsters only ever existed in the minds of the hungry and damned.” - Jack Karelwood

“I suppose I shall look at this life of mine and laugh, smile at all the violence. So oh death, are you here? I've been smiling for far too long, and I've ought to wonder, why don't you smile back?” - Jack Karelwood

“Anger is perhaps better than tears, better than pain, and grief, but it can never outweigh guilt.” - Estarla Vagabond

“I fear that one day, when the sun sinks into the night, the moon shall never rise, and I'll be left in an endless night of the dark.” - Estarla Vagabond

“Isparlia would look at me and say I'm not my pain, I'm not my grief, but she has to realize, I'm the blood on my hands, the death in my heart.” - Estarla Vagabond

“On that dark night in the woods, I was hunted down, flayed of every good intention, and left out to hang on the fucking hook. That monster battered me down and gave me reasons to bleed, but he, is my reason to bleed. So oh wolf, when I stand before you with my revolver and revenge, my rage and passion, will you fear me? Will you tremble? Because to you, I was just another sheep, more fur to be worn, but I'm the rope around your damn neck. You will swing from my gallows and know my pain, every liquid drop of fear I felt will trickle down your neck and spine, leaving you gutless and full of fear that will never leave you.” - Estarla Vagabond

“I'm a wolf, I suppose, or perhaps I'm a sheep wearing a wolf's fur. Even then, I'm still dangerous.” - Estarla Vagabond

“They looked at me and called me monster, they called me beast, and all I could ever do was look up at the stars and cry, "I am a child, what do you want of me?” - Amalda Wilders

“I'm a curse wrapping around my throat like barbed wire, puncturing my skin and leaving me to bleed.” - Amalda Wilders

“I look into the river's reflection and see a ragged beast, desperately ripping off her fur to see some semblance of what it was to be human. To be loved, to be her.” - Amalda Wilders

“I'm so far from home, from my mother, my father, my brother. If they could hold me again, maybe then I'd feel free.... Until then I'm a lost girl, looking for Peter Pan so she can bloody him for all he's done. What a twisted version of the beloved tale, where Peter brandishes knives and blood on his lip, a tale where he created Hook of blood and pain, but oh Peter Pan, would you have put me through hell if you knew I was the ticking to your clock? Long ago you said you weren't the Shepperd, you were the tapping on the second story window, but can't you see? You're not the wolf, nor the prey, you're just a man, and Pan? You'll bleed like one. I'm here, with rage in my eyes and pain in my soul, so let's gaze upon the stars, shall we? You can wish upon them and cry, "I am a damned soul, what do you want of me?" And all they'll ever do is smile, and say, "Bleed, old friend, bleed." - Amalda Wilders

“Scorched, battered, bruised, I was always black eyes and shattered knuckles, I wanted them to fear hurting me, but I suppose I only hurt myself.” - Arnaldus Jakobson

“I grew up rough, I'd felt the word tough before I'd ever heard it spoken, I suppose that's what happens when you play a game where no man wins. It always ends in blood, so why fight? Why play? But this was never a game, it was lives we were fucking toying with, throwing them from out the chest without a care for the mess we'd leave behind. But in the end, with my battered and bloodied knuckles, it's my own blood I'm covered in. I'm a beast of broken tooth and nail, desperately rippin' off my fur, prayin' it's a sheep's coat I find underneath.” - Arnaldus Jakobson

“Some would say my love for her makes me weaker, but don't you see that it makes me stronger? If a man has a reason to fight, then you should damn well fear him, cause he's got something to lose. They say the most dangerous man of all is a man with nothing to lose, but I disagree. If you got nuthin' to fight for, you'll be the one on the floor. Cause a man with sumthin' to lose will fight tooth and nail to keep it that way.” - Arnaldus Jakobson

“I've seen the hell this world has to offer, because I've been the hell this world has to offer. My reflection may be that of a broken, bloodied man, but the mirror don't tell me who I am. All it does is show me my eyes, my scars, my skin. In the end, I'm more than the scars on the outside, the black eyes and broken teeth. I'm my mind, my heart, my soul, and that? You just can't unravel.” - Arnaldus Jakobson

"You take your eyes off the road for just one second and people die, man." - Bartholomew Stiller

"You're looking at a whisper, Lynda. Softly spoken enough to kill you." - Tazabani Muley

"I would give all my tomorrows for one yesteryear with you." - Albus Kirk

"You dwell too much on the past, the future is where your hope lies. I would give all my tomorrows if it meant I could leave you behind." - Ilda Locks

"Time was not built for the mortal man." - Albus Kirk

"No man ever healed himself by walking into hell, why did I think I was any different?" - Bryan Jensen

"I'm not the one dragging you through the dark, girl. All I did was tie the rope to your ankle and watched the horse stride to the sunset." - Reamus Perwitz

"I crumpled at life's feet and hate it for what I did." - Reamus Perwitz

"People say the sunset's beautiful, but all it's ever been is a warnin." - Albert Spurs

"Nothing lasts, nothing is set in stone. If we want things to change, we have to pick up a chisel, and sculpt." - Gavin Abermadam

"Oh father art thou still in heaven? Or do you walk among us, experiencing our suffering? Going through our pain? Do you bleed for us as we bleed for you?" - Roy Creepenmire

"Look, I could fear the future, or I could prepare for it." - Lillah Wraith

"The screams 'a the unholy rise up from the air like smoke, but once the chorus 'a howls starts, it don't matter which side you’re on, all that matters is that ya don't join the chorus." - Rockwell M. Grellman

"You know, I always wondered why the devil was scared ta take my father. Only for me ta realize, the devil already got damn had him." - Eddy Lambs

"You'll be weepin' before you can ever say amen." - Rolf Lambs

"You plucked my heart from Summer and tossed it into a roaring river of rage." - Felicia Madamia

"I hate you, I can't describe it, this burning, boiling hatred. You're like a shadow, clinging to my skin, suffocating me from the inside out. Why won't the light chase you out?" Valice Madamia

"The Sun God is the one true God to rule these damned lands! And I do mean damned lands, because if I didn't step in, every soul in these wild lands would burn." - Oogala Sunlord

"What makes secrets dark, is the fact that they are hidden away." - Debemyer Blake

"We're all ghosts of our own actions, just so 'appens, you're a ghost 'a mine." - Olrok Bloodstorm

"Trust me, boy, I was the storm, but now I shall make you, the storm, and we shall strike the ground like lightning." - Olrok Bloodstorm

"Trust is finnicky, most men forge it from iron and call it a blade." - Mortley Dekruiful

"I shall greet death like an old friend, or a cold breeze in the summer sky. I shall welcome it." - Mortley Dekruiful

"Monsters don't hide these days, they've too much courage for our own good." - Terissa Dyste

"History is dead and gone, but these days, so are we." - Diaballo Klergy

"I sold my soul and was given nothing in return." - Caro Klergy

"Many a beast have I slain, but how regretful it is, I can't hunt myself." - Bank Cutthroat

"I suppose death wouldn't mean much to you, friend." - Abadellon Hourglass

"I was born with a hollow heart of no value, I suppose all a heartless man can do is steal other's." - Maxim Dragonwith

"The darkness tells me I'll be fine, and as I stare into the empty abyss of this heart in my chest, I realize, death hath become me." - Talina Tick

"I dreamt of angels stripped from halos and wings, 'spose holiness is a thing 'a the past, eh?" - Barley Teatherhall

"I stood there, with blood on my teeth, and that's when I knew that was it, I was dead." - Decazzle DeLillium

"I could pay for all I've done, but where'd the fun be in that?" - Baradus Cannonfire

"When the world burns you down, become ash and rise." - Baradus Cannonfire

"I am a moon drunk monster, Amalda, breathing in the stars as a blackhole would light." - Valentin Ogarzia

"Hell has collided with heaven, my brother, and look at us, on the verge of extinction." - Valenburk Harveyes

"You see one good man die and it all goes downhill from there." - Valenburk Harveyes

"We are beasts, since when have wolves bowed to kings?" - Grettleburg Vila

"Can't you see? We're all in hell, paying the price of the sins we committed to stay alive. And look where it got us." - Amallio Firesdirk

"War has always been the death of decency, but I refuse to let it be the death of them." - Sandusky O'Kain

“Despite the death, despite the pain and the sacrifice, we push on, don't we? Isn't that all we can do when faced with impossible?" - Myrtle O'Kain

"The world ain't never needed evil, just people willin' ta sacrifice, people willin' ta fight." - Riot Heavens

"The world isn't perfect, far from it, but if you look on the bright side you'll see, it gives us life, and isn't that enough?" - Mirtha Netz

"Ask me where the fuck my mind's gone and all you'll receive is a cold chill in the dusk lit air." - Zack Killkerick

"I am a tale of a cautionary kind, get in my way, you'll find that you too, are a cautionary tale." - Zack Killkerick

"It is dangerous, to live your whole life out of spite." - Zack Killkerick

"Kill or be killed, slaughter or be slaughtered, it always has been. Why else do you think wolves hunt?" - Isica Shadot

"I'm spinnin' this chamber 'gainst me skull wonderin' why it don't go off." - Barlo Brick

"Tell the preacher not ta pray, cause I ain't comin' home, ain't no altar that would have me fall at it's step." - Barlo Brick

"You think it'd be easy, pulling the trigger after goin' out in them woods day after day, comin' back with a deer draped 'cross my back. But when shit goes down, and bullets start ta fly, I find I freeze." - Malo Buck

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Sororitas Rewrite Part 2/???

The history of the Adepta Sororitas as an organization is well known, and an exhaustive re-telling of that story is not the intention here, especially since what is known is essentially the whole truth.

During the Age of Apostasy, the Adeptus Custodes smuggled Alicia Dominica and four of her sisters into the chamber of the Golden Throne. What transpired there is not fully known, though it's clear that the Emperor invested Dominica with a portion of his power, exalting her unto a status above mortals. Exiting the Golden Throne, she confronted Goge Vandire, condemned him to death, and cut off his head.

Although she lacked their superhuman physical prowess and genetic augments, it was clear that in her own way, Dominica had become the spiritual equivalent of a Primarch, and though she was the first to receive a blessing of such terrifying might, she was not the first woman to be transformed in such a way by the Emperor of Mankind.

Victors In The Midst Of Strife

The Adepta Sororitas are the all-female military wing of the Ecclesiarchy. They are warriors first, though they have Orders who serve as hospitallers, as well as sages, advisors, relic hunters, demonologists, and translators. While a great number of mortal men and women serve the Orders of the Adepta Sororitas, the Sisters themselves are something greater than human. The are heirs to the Emperor's spiritual legacy, in the same manner the Adeptus Astartes are heirs to his genetic one. What they lack in superhuman physical prowess they make up for in righteousness, devotion, and their unique ability to channel holy powers.

The process by which women are chosen and transformed remains a mystery, even in the modern day, and even to the Custodes and technicians who serve the Golden Throne directly. However, after delving into the past, scholars have discovered indications that the Emperor created Sorortias (though they were called by different titles) to be his bodyguards, allies, and companions throughout every era of history.

The Adepta Sororitas are similar to the Adeptus Astartes, but different in key ways.

All Sororitas are female. Much in the same manner that all Astartes are male, and geneseed will reject a female host - the power fragment that the Emperor uses to elevate a Sister cannot, for reasons that no one has yet figured out, bond with a male host. However, that is not to say there are no Sororitas who are men or masculine-identifying. The Imperium, both modern and historical, has no history of prejudice or social stigma against trans and gender non-conforming individuals, and both are welcome within Sororitas ranks.

Sororitas are human beings. When a Sororitas becomes a host for a fragment of the Emperor’s power, the person she was previously is not erased. She changes without changing, and she does not forget her family, friends, loved ones, or parents. Her personality, emotions, and desires may shift slightly as her worldview expands and heightens, but largely, they remain intact. At the end of the process, she is clearly herself and identifiable as such.

Sororitas lack the bodily augments, superhuman physical might, and additional organs present in the Adeptus Astartes. Although they do not shun mental or physical modifications and prosthetics (but this can vary from Order-to-Order), their bodies are no more capable of supporting extensive modification than the bodies of regular humans. It should be noted however, that as part of their transformation, Sororitas are often left in peak physical condition, and any Sororitas traveling the Imperium has spent either years or decades being trained in both hand-to-hand combat and the arts of warfare. They are terrifying opponents, and are often victorious in battle, even when facing enemies they were not specifically created to oppose.

Sororitas have a divine mandate to use the Emperor’s power. This holy power can manifest in different ways and takes on many different forms, but in all cases it is devastating to daemons, undead, ghosts, and abominations from beyond space and time when brought to bear as a weapon. The Sororitas are the greatest enemies of these creatures, exceeding even the ability of the Astartes to confront and destroy the most ancient and dire of humanity’s foes. Some Sororitas learn to channel their powers into healing physical and mental wounds, glimpsing the future and the past, inspiring allies, granting blessings, maintaining order, and purifying people and locations.

Sororitas are beacons of power. Although they are not psykers, mutants, or sorcerers, the divine power their wield cannot be fully contained by their souls. When they channel their power, it spills out as a visual display. This imagery is always personalized, and no two Sororitas are alike, though their Order does play a role in it. Lions, eagles, horses, hosts of golden phantoms, crowns, and weaponry are all common if the Sororitas is part of an Order from the core worlds of the Imperium. Orders which don’t cleave as closely to Ecclesiarchy canon often have different manifestations. Such as machinery, gears, vehicles, or steam engines for the Obsidian Sentinels; dice, cards, wheels, butterflies, and cups for the Sea Snakes; and howling specters, shrouds, ravens or crows, and mist, for the Void Ravens. Finally, all overflow of Sororitas power causes a Sister to appear winged (unless she’s a Hag - but more on the Hags later), and it’s possible for a Sororitas to expend so much power so dramatically that her wings become ‘fixed’, which causes them to manifest permanently as part of her body.

Sororitas are personally chosen (but also, see below). Unlike the Astartes, whose ascension is left in the hands of the Chapter Masters and their officers, each Sororitas is weighed, judged, and selected (at least somewhat) personally by the God-Emperor of Mankind. During her transformation, when she is imbued with a fragment of his power, he speaks to her one-on-one and often imparts some duty, charge, or mission to her. These conversation are typically quite short, though in some cases, Sororitas have known the Emperor as a man, or been peers and friends with him (Loralyn, the Shepherd of Songs and Angelica, the Bloody-Handed-Saint are examples of this). Alicia Dominica had a personal audience at the foot of the Golden Throne, while other modern Sororitas receive visions, waking dreams, or claim to have encountered splinters of the Emperor’s soul traveling the Imperium in disguise.

Sororitas are heroic characters. While all humans are capable of acts of heroism, a single moment of courage or sacrifice in an otherwise unremarkable life is not enough to attract the Emperor’s attention. Women who are transformed into Sororitas are already exceptional - as leaders, healers, warriors, in devotion and faith or some combination of the four.

Spring Eternal

While the Inquisition, and indeed, most of the Sororitas, believe that the power they wield comes directly from the Emperor, that's... only partly true.

The God-Emperor did, in the twilight of antiquity, craft the fragments of power that attach to the souls of women and make them Sororitas - holy warriors who are something more than mortal. These fragments were cut from his own soul, and do represent both personal and divine investiture.

It’s just that the Emperor has no control over them.

Although modern religious and scientific leaders believe that each Sororitas transformation is unique, this is not the case. When a Sororitas dies, the power within her flees. Returning through invisible channels in the Warp to the Golden Throne, it rests there for a time, and then soars free to seek out a new host.

About three million of these fragments exist, or three times the current number of Adeptus Astartes. It’s unclear if this represents the upper limit or if more could be created should the Emperor desire or require it. However, the total of three million is falsely inflated, as at any given time, about one third of the fragments are ‘at rest’ within the Golden Throne, another third are seeking out hosts or attached to young women who lack the proper training and control, and the final third represent actual Sororitas, who are active, fully trained, and ready to confront humanity’s enemies.

The fragments are not under the Emperor’s direct control, and though he can influence them during his lucid or desperate moments - as was the case with Alicia Dominica - for the most part, they function independently of his will. He does speak with each Sororitas directly, and appoint them to an Order or charge them with a personal mission, but he has little to no say in the selection process (beyond giving the fragments their original impetus seeking out the faithful).

This is working as intended. For even if the Ruinous Powers were to assault Terra and lay waste to the planet, slay the Emperor, enslave all the humans who lived, and rip open the Eye of Terror until it consumed the galaxy, the Sororitas would still continue appear among mortals to oppose the dark gods and their pawns.

#warhammer 40k #sisters of battle

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paragonrobits · 7 years

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I was super inspired by chapter 4 of segadores-y-soldados’ fic New Wars and I just had to write something Mondatta

He has enough time to see his death, make peace with it, and think of his brother.

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Just for a moment, only for enough time to see that his life will be measured in seconds, Tekhartha Mondatta sees the world not as it could be, but as it must. At least for him. It is somewhat sobering.

He sees the people around him. His savior once again; he recognizes Lena Oxton, even years after she had saved him from Null Sector years ago. Even at a glance, she seems unchanged, and it only took a glance to see her swelling with joy at her people and his standing together in unison, as one within the gaze of the Iris. He had hoped, if possible, to speak with her again; there had been many things he would have liked to say for a human rushing to the aid of an Omnic so soon as a new war rushed upon them all, and pointless death coming to close them all.

Death. Pointless. Pitiless, suffering blinding them to what might be. He heard the whispers of the idea that struggle bred strength, and he doubted the wisdom in this. Suffering and discord, yes, they could be seeds of wisdom. Failure was instructive; the Omnic Crisis had taught him much, as he saw his people broken under the endless rage of the Omniums and humans die just as painfully as Omnics. Steel and flesh died the same, tearing or breaking, and the lights of a consciousness looked so very similar whether the vessel was organic or mechanical; a brief moment, rage or despair or stubbornness or surprise, and then... silence.

He watches her move, blink out of reality. She is gone for an instant, thinking too fast and working in a moment, and so she overlooks this. Mondatta does not have time to acknowledge this, and perhaps he would not have held it against her if he had.

He hears the scream of the rifle. The beginning of the bullet moving with deadly precision. And as Oxton shifts out of the space-in-time that the bullet shares space with for just long enough to avoid her death, he immediately knows what will happen.

He knows he is going to die several seconds before the bullet impacts his cranial plate, demolishing his central processor. The cascading chain reaction shuts him down in seconds; his internal fusion reactor sputters and dies, internal systems frying themselves without hope of recovery. The glow in his eyes fades out and it is only his power core losing the strength to keep him online, but it looks so very much like human eyes closing as they die.

Mondatta spent his entire life thinking and trying to do the right thing, even as everything around him inevitably slid closer into something like the human conception of Hell. Things seemed to always be getting worse; one year's constant mistrust and hatred flared the next year into outright war and calls to annihilate humanity or robots. Kill them before they kill us, his brothers, sisters and other demand, pointing to a legion of offenses against their kind. The sealing away of Anubis, the murder of the Rainbow Serpent. The depravities and callous murder in King's Row, where no human blinked if an Omnic was beaten to death in front of their own home. The humans made them and then tried to put them down; they would never stop trying to kill us, make them pay for what they've done-

And yet, and yet. He cannot believe that war is their only hope to survive. He will not. Mondatta's processors dedicate a considerable amount of resources to staring down that bullet and refusing to acknowledge that wholesale murder would ever change things. He would not want to live in a world where he is a person only because all humanity is dead. The bullet flies, and Mondatta gazes into it, and past it.

He sees into his death, and sees past it. Very well, he thinks, and in other circumstances he might be embarrassed to have such a mild reaction to his life measured in nano-seconds. Zenyatta would tease him mercilessly, certainly.

Mondatta has only seconds. Just enough time to see his death, and barely enough time to acknowledge it. Omnic minds work differently than humans; the end result is the same – and hasn't he just spoken at length about that, trying to hammer language around the idea that flesh and steel, blood and oil, heart and power source, were fundamentally one – and they process things more quickly. They have leisure to consider things. They do not think better, just... have more time to consider them in.

Mondatta has enough time to know he's going to die in front of a crowd that came to hear him speak what resonated what lay in the gaze of their souls. A flicker of irritation rises in him; if nothing else, the people that want him dead are being awfully inconsiderate to the people around him. Agenda is one thing, but there is such a thing as being genteel. On the killing fields of Siberia and elsewhere, his mind being ground down into a red-hot wire by the death around him and the horror of what he was doing and the dead beneath him – Omnic and human, corpses alike, all one in death, blood and conductor fluid pool out in just the same way, and his first thought of universal oneness came around death and the sickening realization of what he was doing, what have I DONE-

There he had promised himself that if he must live in a world where the only sane thing to do was to refuse to raise a hand in violence, even in his own defense, where all he could do was speak truth and hope that others believed that Omnics dreamed of a world where nobody else had to die for them to live, and there would always be people that would end lives because it suited their interests, that if he had to meet such people that they should at least be charming.

The bullet passes far enough, and Oxton's blur fades through time sufficiently that he has a glimpse of his murderer. A woman. Her skin an inhuman shade of blue, the visor on her forehead giving her the odd appearance from so far away that she is a human spider.

He sees her. He sees who she is. The blood on her hands, the tears she would weep if the ability to even know her regrets hadn't been sliced away from her. There is a ghost about her, perhaps only in her own mind, and he understands.

(Tekhartha Mondatta had never met Amelie Lacroix, nor her husband. He could not make out the details of her face this far away, and he would not have recognized her even if he had. Pain and suffering, though, makes all souls like family. He does not know her, but he does know that this act is not her will. He was a tool once, a weapon of war and agent of his people's rage, their hatred at being born and then betrayed by their gods.

Like calls to like. He understands, even if he doesn't know the details.)

The bullet is close now.

He spares a moment to think sorrowfully of the people in the crowd, humans and Omnics alike seeing exactly the same; it was only moments ago that they were bound together to listen to what he had to say, and the truth in his words resonating in them. He felt it, as surely as he had felt reality blooming like a flower ages ago when he taught Zenyatta how to find the bits of harmony in the world, even when it was burning around you. These people are here because of him, they will suffer because of him.

Very neat. Make his death a message, perhaps? An interesting question. He hoped others would think to ask it. Zenyatta would, or so he believed.

Mondatta sees the people in the crowd, and the threads that make them up weave together. It is not a physical light, and yet his mind translates it as such. Most of it is space, not empty but a place for things to be in, and also those things at the same time, a paradox of existence defining themselves. Much of it looks very similar, these threads of soul, and at the same time. All completely unique. Shining against them, like sun wound against the world, the bits where they resonate together, golden and white, not so much illuminating the world as moving beyond it to other planes of being; he can see how they come together, how they are one in this terrible moment.

There is purple and darker colors there, shades of discord binding them to impulse. Fear binds them. Doubt plagues them. Pain cuts them, even as these provide handholds to transform themselves in some fashion. But the darkness of discord is not so bright as the harmony flowing through though, not so much binding them together as they are simply resonating with the same feelings, such similar wavelengths, that they are beyond it.

It is there in the crowd. It is there, flowing in the sky as if upon the lashes of an eye shut before a world that will not gaze back. It is there above him, shining like a new star in the woman who tried to save him a second time. Tried, failed, just as he has done so many times. If he could, he would embrace her and promise Lena Oxton that it's nothing to fret about-

And Mondatta sees it in the woman behind the rifle, with the dead eyes. Her gaze barely flickers. Not with focus, but... restrained. Bound. Permitted only to gaze in specific ways, unable to even approach the idea of doing it in any other way. Again; her hands carry out his death, but he does not think that it is her doing.

And again, once upon a time, he was a killer too.

There is just enough time for his thoughts to flow together, mixing with such beautiful harmony that it is a music within him, a spark igniting into a blazing flame. Fire illuminates, and he gazes onward, and he understands.

There is not enough time.

He barely notices the bullet. He has enough awareness to acknowledge the piercing in his cranial plate, in a surprisingly detached way that baffles him – my skull has been compromised and it doesn't bother me that much, oh dear, Zenyatta would never stop finding ways to work in head puns somewhere – and then-

There is no more time. This vessel lets go.

Beyond Lena Oxton's cries of horror split the night, and her demands to understand why fall upon Amelie's deafened ears, Mondatta's broken mind has enough time to remember before his gaze moves onward from this life.

He does not remember the painful lessons won in the First Omnic Crisis; the original lessons he learned, miserable and too full of suffering he endured and inflicted, and taught him that understanding that comes from pain is all the worse if it was suffering you made. He does not remember meetings with the original Overwatch Strike Team, and the shock at seeing them regard him as an equal convince him that there was hope in the end; Morrison's fervent defense of the Omnics, Reyes' ferocious declaration that there was enough death in the world now, Reinhardt Wilhelm shaking his head before all the world to see, Ana Amari relieved to lower her gun in safety before an Omnic, even Torbjorn Lindholm nodding very curtly at him.

Nor does Tekhartha Mondatta remember kinder lessons. Those first years in the chilly heights of Nepal; the construction of the Shambali Monastery, long nights with his brethren as they contemplated how to fold the truths they had glimpsed into doctrine and wisdom all could understand s they did. Standing on the heights and looking into the wintry air, the cold wind comforting on his warm frame, his mind reaching into the wireless well of thought Omnics and humans like had build, where here he could feel like he gazed upon the most radiant part of the world; not material things but words alone, a world built of thought and sentience. Where he gently bade his brother goodbye, and-

Yes. That. These are the thoughts that are with Mondatta as he leaves the world, gently oblivious to the misery and despair of a world that is no longer his burden. His thoughts are with Tekhartha Zenyatta.

“You are too hot-headed, brother,” Zenyatta chides him after one heated argument too many, and long games where laughter cleans away the anger still simmering there. Zenyatta's gentle rebukes when a Shambali sister grimly suggests it might be best to hide here on Nepal until the humans learn from their mistakes and find peace without them having to do it for them; “We mustn't stay here, preaching dogma. If we are truly the same, I think it follows that we show it. We must go. Speak with them, help the world. If nothing else... getting them used to Omnics going about and making terrible jokes will acclimatize them to our existence, yes?”

Laughing. There was always so much laughter when Zenyatta was with them. When he read Zenyatta's letters aloud, or received letters from Zenyatta and his fascinating pupil – always with interesting comments in the margins, both Zenyatta's inexplicably lazy and yet precise scrawl, quite the contrast to his student's patient penmanship, even if it was honestly hard to read in hands not used to anything besides bringing war. And laughing when he left the monastery and spoke to people who had met Zenyatta and remembered him, often with rueful smiles.

Mondatta remembered leaving the monastery after too long arguing Zenyatta's point and deciding, yes, they needed to speak with humanity. No more hiding from the world they helped destroy, no more pretending they didn't have blood on their hands. He remembered walking the world, full of mistrustful gazes and hateful words, and yet never feeling more at peace with his life.

It had brought him to his death, and yet. A few flickering bit of processes considered this and examined it from every angle. Alternatives were suggested and followed through. A logical question presented itself. Do I regret coming to this end?

A vague awareness; a crowd of people around him, wanting to help him, make this not have happened. A woman who had grown up in the horrors of the Omnic Crisis, and yet had still looked up to him. More memories, rising up like lotus flowers through stubborn muck; humans and Omnics of every shape and potential form, greeting him as a brother. On every land, in every nation he'd ever walked. Languages he might never speak or understand buzzing around him, and the brotherhood there regardless. In the hopeful spaces of Numbani, upon the glittering spires of Oasis; in the broken places where the Omnic War had ravaged Detroit, in every stretch and shape of the world: he had seen it everywhere. A gorilla that spoke as a human or Omnic, shyly proffering a book for an autograph and asking if he could make it out to Winston and Athena; Mondatta had seen the future in that miracle, someone far more alien to humanity than Omnics were, and yet with eyes that shone with such hope.

Hope, everywhere he looked. Affirmed and recognized. He had seen the shape of more war, and even more often, he had seen the desperate sureness that this was a bigger world than he thought. For every act of nihilistic horror, he had seen two things that were roots for something better. He'd seen in the last Crusader, an order found to destroy his people, defending him from Null Sector and demanding them to explain the honor in this. He'd seen humanity accept his people into Overwatch, the organization founded to save humanity from his people, and he thought this certain evidence that the gap between those two peoples was fading away.

Like an eye, closing in acknowledgment of the truth.

The process completes. Had he a mouth, he would have smiled. There isn't a need for regret, not here and now.

And time is gone for him, and as consciousness fades away, he thinks of his brother.

Months pass. The cycle of the world turns anew.

As Talon resurfaces again, calling the world to war, dreaming of violence forcing the world to reshape itself or burn away, and it's leader is a man empowered by machinery, his heart as cold and grim as a steel blade-

Overwatch gathers anew, in a Watchpoint long since seemingly abandoned. And within that Watchpoint, the symbol of Overwatch neatly sewn into a threadbare robe still bright with the colors of the Shambali, there is a machine that thinks and feels and reasons, and the spark of him is bright and warm as the sun breaking through winter.

Mondatta is gone. But the world he spoke of is not yet gone. And between the fingers of Tekhartha Zenyatta, there is the youngest sphere.

They flow around him, emanating harmony and discord in turn. Songs of understanding, of healing. And songs to instruct through adversity, to understand the benefits of failure.

Each orb, channeling the energy of his Omnic body, was the shell of one he called brother, or sister, or simply friend. One who fell in the Omnic Crisis, proclaiming that this war wouldn't be worth surviving even if they want, and walked into the path of a Bastion's turret before it could stop firing; Zenyatta would always remember the sound of the Bastion unit screaming in horror, and his sister's silence. Another, a hacker who had dug too deeply into secrets too dangerous for anyone, and who had waited in the cold for his trackers to catch up with him.

Now, it was Mondatta with him. Mondatta's soul was gone, his gaze turned away from this world. And yet, considered Zenyatta, as the sphere moved...

Seemingly, if you allowed yourself to believe, on its own...

Mondatta's work was not done, and there was a fine framework to build upon.

He leaned close to the sphere, and it was warm in a way that had nothing to do with its internal mechanisms or Zenyatta's exertions.

Zenyatta contemplated the sphere, and he spoke quietly.

“Yes, my brother. I understand.”

And the Watchpoint filled, with the light not of harmony, but of transcendence.

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Anna Kelso - Destiny Verse

Birth Name: Anna Kelso

Adopted Name: Annushka Lebedev

Nationality: US American

Height: 1.60 mts (5'3" ft)

Weight: 59 kgs (130 lbs)

Date of Birth: early 2000s

Date of Death: early Golden Age

Rezzed: early Dark Age

Species: Human Risen

Class: Hunter (Gunslinger, Bladedancer) / Titan (Defender)

Ghost: Juggernaut

Affiliation: The Farm

Occupation: Dead Zone Scout, Cryptarch

Fireteam: Dead End Cure

Former Affiliation: The Last City

Former Occupation: Forces of the City / Vanguard Scout

Former Fireteam: Bad News for the Bad Guys

Former Affiliation: Takanome's Rangers

Former Occupation: Ranger

Appearance.

Annushka looks like a woman in her late forties to early fifties.

She has a slim figure, described as a “spare, whipcord frame”. Her skin is pale and her eyes are hazel. She has straight brunette shoulder-length hair, which she keeps tied on a knot, with even bangs covering her forehead.

Annushka wears the Ranger 1.0 armour set in black with golden outlines. Her chest piece is decorated with the hunter emblem drawn in thin golden lines wrapped in a pattern of pale blue flowers. Her hunter cloak is black, and bears the Valor in Darkness emblem.

Juggernaut’s shell has a camouflage pattern.

Personality.

Annushka presents a stoic and severe exterior, which she uses to prevent her insecurities or worries from showing.

Underneath that, she is an insightful, strong-willed, if sometimes impatient and impulsive person. Always ready to stand up against injustice and in defence of those she holds dear; she is capable of great anger just as well as great compassion.

Combat.

Having originally worked with the Rangers when she was first rezzed by her Ghost, Annushka has throughout training in the use of rifles. Simultaneously, as the only Risen of that group, Annushka would often be the one to engage in close quarters combat, act as a decoy or spearhead attacks.

For a Guardian, Annushka is unusually reluctant to depend on the Traveler’s Light, an attitude born from a natural distrust of things she does not understand or lacks information on. Because of this, she only uses her class abilities as a last resort.

Having been around since long before Guardian classes were established, Annushka’s manipulation of the light doesn’t quite fit within an specific class, much less a subclass. Though her preferred approach to battle tends to align better to traditional Hunter standards.

Equipment and Weapons.

- Heavy Pike (North American Empire eagle painted on its bonnet)

- Arcadia Jumpship

- Shock Rifle

- Hunter's Throwing Knife

- MIDA Multi-Tool Scout Rifle

- Khvostov 7G-02 Auto Rifle

- Red Death Pulse Rifle

- The First Curse Hand-Cannon

- Vestian Dynasty Sidearm

Biography.

Annushka was rezzed by her Ghost during the early days of the Dark Age at what used to be the North West of the North American Empire. She took her name from a letter and a wedding ring she had with herself at the time.

After wandering aimlessly alone for weeks, Annushka managed to steal a Shock Rifle and a Heavy Pike. She used the later to stalk members of the House of Devils, which lead her to the territory under the Traveler.

There she met the Takanome's Rangers for the first time and decided to join them.

Annushka would spend the following years patrolling the ruins of Earth, protecting human outposts, fending off thieves, murderers, Warlords, Fallen and Vex alike.

As the rangers numbers dwindled from a combination of their high mortality rate, few volunteers and the rise of the Iron Lords, they took to burying their dead by the roads they patrolled, planting blue flowers by them.

To this day, implying the rangers are merely a myth is a surefire way to get on Annushka’s bad side.

Ultimately, Annushka found herself alone. During the following years, she would continue patrolling the old ranger routes, guiding whoever asked her to the nascent Last City. Though she would refuse to settle down there, largely due to being weary the Iron Lords would just become a new version of the Warlords.

Ultimately, as the numbers of wanderers to guide dwindled, lost and loneliness became to much for her, and Annushka killed herself, with orders for her Ghost not to bring her back.

Juggernaut would obey this order, until the start of the Faction Wars, when he would bring her back to help sneak refuges away from the City.

When the Faction Wars ended, Annushka guided the refuges back to the City. There, she lived among the civilian population unnoticed by the Vanguard, until the Battle of the Six Fronts, when she revealed herself to fight.

Her status as a Risen revealed, Annushka was pressed into formally joining the Vanguard. She would originally choose to support New Monarchy, both because they granted her access to the Consensus and the feeling they were the only faction that actually had a political and social proposal, even if she didn’t agree with it completely. However, as time passed, Annushka found herself staying more to keep an eye on them and their intentions.

Using her status as a Guardian and affiliation to New Monarchy, Annushka founded the Forces of the City, primarily to train and arm non-Guardians to stand for themselves, and not be at the mercy of Guardians in the event of another Faction War. However, she refused to take leadership of the organization, insisting it should be run by non-Guardians.

She also regularly took up solo scout missions for the Vanguard to keep up appearances.

Osiris’ exile caused Annushka to grow curious of his theories, and she started to surveil the meetings of members of his Cult while on patrol.

During the Battle of the Twilight Gap, Annushka supported and participated of Lord Shaxx’s counterattack against the Fallen.

Having fallen on Lord Saladin’s bad side for supporting Lord Shaxx, Annushka decided to lower her profile for some time, and dedicated herself to study Crypto-Archaeology from Master Rahool. Around this time she started developing an interest for Symmetry’s theories.

Annushka would exploit the Concordant’s failed coup against the Consensus to regain their favour, by participating on the Battle of Bannerfall.

Annushka was disappointed when the Future War Cult was given voice in the Consensus over Symmetry.

In the wake of the Battle of Burning Lake, Annushka finally gathered together a fireteam: Bad News for the Bad Guys.

Destiny:

Under Commander Zavala’s orders, Annushka lead her fireteam to assault the Devil's Lair and kill their High Servitor Sepiks Prime.

Upon receiving the Speaker’s emergency broadcast about the Hive, her fireteam descended into the depths of the Hellmouth to kill Phogoth, the Untamed.

The fireteam descended below the Ishtar Academy and slayed Sekrion, Nexus Mind, preventing Venus' transformation into the Vex network.

When the Cabal unleashed the Psion Flayers to locate one of Rasputin's usurped AI cores to break his control over Mars' defences, Anna’s fireteam was deployed. The Flayers defeated, Rasputin locked down the machine.

Using data from a reclaimed Ishtar archive, Annushka’s team raided the Vault of Glass. Slaying the Templar and its Oracles, they avoided the Gorgons, and confronted Atheon, Time's Conflux in the Glass Throne. Using the Aegis they defeated the Vex overseer and broke the Vex's control over the Vault.

The Dark Below:

Annushka’s team tracked down and killed Crota's last general, Omnigul, temporarily halting the Hive invasion of Earth.

They then went after the Undying Mind and destroyed it before it could summon back the Black Heart.

The House of Wolves:

When Queen Mara Sov opened the Reef to the Guardians, Annushka travelled there, interested in the opportunity of learning more about the place and what’s beyond the asteroid belt. She instructed her fireteam to stay behind and guard the City, telling them to call for her if it looked like anyone might try to make a move to exploit the hordes of guardians leaving for the Reef.

She spent much time listening to Variks, the Loyal‘s stories about the Eliksni. And took advantage of being able to participate in the Trials of Osiris without having to worry about the Vanguard.

The Taken King:

Annushka’s team answered Rasputin's call for aid in fending off a Fallen attack.

Later, under Cayde-6 orders, Annushka ’s team was deployed to establish patrol beacons across the Dreadnaught.

There they found Alak-Hul, the Darkblade, and slain him per Eris Morn’s recommendation.

Annushka’s team returned to Earth, where they continued fighting the Taken, tracking down a coven at the Cosmodrome .

Finally, the fireteam travelled to the Moon to eliminate Malok, Pride of Oryx before he could rally the remaining Taken from the Hellmouth.

Rise of Iron:

Annushka’s fireteam patrolled the City’s walls during The Transmission Incident to ensure infected Guardians didn’t enter the City.

Once a cure for the infection was found, the fireteam tracked down Sepiks Perfected, and killed both it and Dresiks, Splicer Baron in the Devils' Lair.

Later, they destroyed a network of SIVA Nodes. Descending into the Hive Nest, they killed Kovik, Splicer Priest, as well as a captive Hive Ogre the Fallen Priest had infused with SIVA.

They went on to infiltrate Foundry 113 and defeat the duumvirate of Aksis and his second-in-command Vosik inside their Perfection Complex. The Devil Splicers were neutralised.

Destiny 2:

Annushka’s fireteam was killed during the Red Legion’s attack on the Last City when the Guardians were cut from the Traveler’s Light. She spent the immediate aftermath of the initial attack helping civilians sneak out of the City, exploiting the routes she used to do the same back during the days of the Faction Wars. And leading them through the old ranger patrol routes. Eventually she caught the signal set up by Suraya Hawthorne to guide the City refugees to The Farm.

When the Vanguard arrived at the Farm, Annushka rendezvous with them to assist in the attack to free the Traveler. She was part of Hawthorne’s team. Annushka recovered her Light, alongside the rest of the Guardians, once Ghaul was killed.

Annushka stayed in the City until the last remnants of the Red Legion were successfully defeated and cleared. After that, however, she chose to return to the Farm and settled down there, offering her knowledge as a Cryptarch. She also took to planting blue flowers leading to The Farm. She decided to join Devrim Kay’s effort to turn the Farm into a “New City”, officially abandoning the Vanguard and New Monarchy.

Working as a scout at the European Dead Zone, she met the Hunter posse Dead End Cure and joined them as a way to remain up to date with the goings of the City without having to return.

After the learning the Future War Cult had successfully predicted the attack of the Red Legion and had been ignored when trying to warn the Vanguard, she became more receptive to their theories, even if she remained distrustful of their secretive Inner Circle.

Annushka also warmed up to Dead Orbit, thanks to their assistance during the evacuation of the City and deciding to maintain a presence at The Farm, even after the City was retaken.

Forsaken:

TBA

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Religious Symbolism in Kemono Friends

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I’m going to be discussing Kemono Friends and its comparisons to Christianity as I see them. I feel it’s only fair to provide a short disclaimer here at the top. For starters I mean no disrespect to those of faith. I realize that I’m comparing your lord and savior to a cute anime girl named bag chan, but I hope you’ll understand and appreciate these comparisons all the same. Second, I do not think this show is in anyway trying to convert children, or anyone for that matter, to any religion. I think that religion is used here as a guiding story structure. The writers of the show simply pulled from the best selling story of all time, the bible. Third, I’ll provide my personal context here at the top so you do not feel as a reader at any point that I’ve mislead you. I’ll be writing using the capitalized letters for God and Father and the like because it helps delineate that I am specifically referring to the proper noun name used in Christian stories and not referring to any other gods in other faiths. I am currently non religious and uncertain of my faith. I have however previously spent years working for the church in various capacities, and I spent time studying theology both in early schooling and into my college courses. I don’t write this article to try and change your mind about anything, or even to change how you think of this series. I simply thought my perspective and insight was interesting so I wanted to share it with you all. Lastly I’ll add that this was originally written at the end of March, but has been edited and posted here now since it never saw the light of day previously. With all that out of the way let’s fall down this rabbit hole together.

Kemono Friends is an exceptionally well developed children’s show that succeeds in creating an intelligently designed world where the story unfolds. I don’t simply use the term intelligent design without reverence and understanding of its meaning in a broader context. Intelligent design is a term used by Christianity in describing God’s creations and plan, and I believe at its core Kemono Friends draws heavily from Christianity in developing its themes and characters. At first glance when comparing the two my mind goes to the Old Testament stories of the Garden of Eden, where humans and animals cohabitate and communicate peacefully together. There’s even an Apple representing knowledge in the Library, but the apple has already been eaten and the ceruleans represent a clear and present danger that suggests the story must take place later on. I instead assert that the story of Kemono Friends is the story of the Gospels, the story of Jesus Christ himself, with Kaban acting as the savior or Messiah figure. Furthermore I believe the entirety of the Holy Trinity is present in the show: Kaban as the Son, Lucky Beast as the Holy Ghost, and Mirai as the Father. These connections vary in strength for these three, with Kaban’s comparisons to Jesus being the strongest and the focus of this blog post.

We’ll begin with our protagonist, Kaban and her similarities to Jesus. Kaban travels from area to area solving problems for the many Friends she encounters through her journey. Others describe her journey as heroic; they say she stops wars and builds bridges, and a certain amount of mythos begins to form around her. Though she is similar to the Friends, she knows that she is somehow different and ultimately her goal is to discover who she is, where she came from, and where she belongs. While these are all clearly analogous to the story of Christ, right down to performing “miracles” in the eyes of the Friends she encounters, they are also the traits and story of most great heroes. The writers behind Kemono Friends knew for Kban to be a true Christ like figure the similarities needed to go further, and further down the rabbit hole we shall go. Kaban is born from nothing and quite literally has an immaculate conception. It’s not until the final episodes that we finally see how Kaban entered this world. She’s a spherical ball of light that forms into a person as the safari hat falls on to it. There are no parents, hell there aren’t even any other humans near her when she bursts into existence. Her birth isn’t the result of science, of some experiment taking place on the island. Her birth into the world is a miracle. An unlikely savior is impossibly born into the world to travel across it helping those she passes, teaching where she can, and at the end, through self sacrifice saving them from the evil that is threatening their peaceful lives on the island. Her death and revival are also miraculous.

If Sin is the evil that Jesus died to save his followers from, then clearly the ceruleans represent that sin and evil. The ceruleans look to consume and destroy the light and the life of the world they inhabit. They eat Friends and return them to their “original” forms; in the series we are led to believe the Friends turn back into normal animals before the sandstar turned them into Friends, though this is never shown. Think about that for a second though, ceruleans, or in this context sin, comes and washes away the blessings given to the Friends that allow them to live and communicate effectively, reverting them back to more primal and basic animals without reason and understanding. In Kaban’s attempt to rid the world of this evil, she is forced to sacrifice herself in order to save Serval from the beast. She is swallowed up into the darkness where she remains for far longer than anyone. While inside the monstrous cerulean her body returns to a spherical ball of light, just as she was at her immaculate birth. When she is finally pulled from the darkness she transforms back into the girl all the Friends know and love. The giant cerulean is defeated and light begins to shine on the island once more. All the Friends assume that because her original form is human and she was never transformed into anything, being eaten by the cerulean didn’t affect her and that all humans must turn back into humans after being eaten. This assumption made by the Friends is of course false. Only the Messiah could be reborn after being eaten by darkness, and we know this because all other humans fled the park in fear of the ceruleans. If the ceruleans truly posed no danger to the humans there would be no purpose in evacuating, and more knowing figures, like Lucky Beast, would not have been frightened for Kaban. There are even contextual clues of a battle foguth between the humans and ceruleans in the form of abandoned weaponry and empty bomb shells. I think it’s fair to make the assumption these were used by humans against ceruleans because the show never introduces another threat, and it’s clear that the friends don’t know anything about these weapons cause they are never mentioned. In the final moments of the show Kaban leaves to go where she believes and hopes she belongs, off into the unknown across the ocean to a new island. If the first island represents our earth, covered in sin, then the new place she heads that is free from such hardship must be Heaven, and like Christ guiding his apostles, Kaban ventures forth with Serval and Friends close behind.

The next figure in the Kemono Friends Holy Trinity is Lucky Beast acting as the Holy Spirit. Beforew e get too deep I’ll admit these connections are far weaker than those of Kaban and Jesus, but this is fun so follow along and be willing to perform some mental gymnastics along the way please. In scriptures, the Holy Ghost is the omnipresent part of God that acts as the guide. Lucky Beast is very clearly the guide in this series, doing everything from driving the bus to explaining attractions and directions. Lucky Beast is also omnipresent because there are a countless number of Lucky Beasts spread across the various areas of the park that can all at once act together to accomplish a singular goal as shown by Lucky Beast gathering all of the Friends across the many areas in the final episode. Lucky Beast’s white colors are also reminiscent of the white dove the Holy Spirit embodies in scripture, though I admit this would be more evident if its shape was that of a dove, though perhaps that would be too on the nose. Similar to the Holy Ghost in the Bible, communication with Lucky Beast is facilitated through Kaban. Lucky Beast only ever communicates directly with Friends upon Kaban’s initial passing. The Holy Ghost is also seen in scriptures as the communicative vessel for the Father which in this series would be Mirai. Mirai speaks through and is eventually seen through the eyes of Lucky Beast, and it is through this connection we find out what little we do know about the only older figure in the entire series.

Mirai is the Father in the Trinity that is Kemono Friends. The connections here become even scarcer, which makes perfect sense. If Kemono Friends is the story of the Gospels, then it makes sense that the Father is rarely shown, because that is similar to the gospels in the Bible. The story of the father is written primarily in the Old Testament, and we’d need to see the prequel to Kemono Friends (oh please please please yes) if we’d like the full story on Mirai. Here I’ll try and break down what we do know. Mirai was part of the park staff, meaning she was part of the ruling body of the park in charge of attractions and Friends alike. To be more specific, she is the only known staff member of the park until Kaban assumes the responsibility in the final episodes of the show in order to overcome the ceruleans. We know that she was doing research on the sandstars and was responsible for the discovery, if not creation, of the Friends. She lived among the Friends until the ceruleans began consuming the island, just as the Father lived among humans in the Garden of Eden until sin took root. We also know that her hat is worn by kaban for the entirety of the show, and is the initial catalyst for kaban turning from a ball of light into the savior the world so desperately needs. She is more knowledgeable than any other character in the series and thus appears omniscient. She also embodies and represents the place Kaban feels she belongs, just as the Son must sit at the side of the Father, Kaban must go to be with Mirai. Mrai’s character helps embody both what is good about the show and faith. Her character isn’t fully understood, and the viewer is left thirsting for more knowledge. Just as Christians are taught that they do not understand God, they should want with all they have to be close to Him and to know Him better.

To recap, Kban is born from nothing and resembles the only known authority figure in the world. She sacrifices herself to protect her friends, comes back to life shortly there after, then ultimately succeeds in protecting her friends from harm. Lucky Beast is a guiding figure that only communicates through Kaban unless otherwise ordered by Kaban, and has information on Mirai. Mirai is the only known authority figure who is shown to be at least partially responsible for the creation of Friends, and is a ruling party over the park. I’m willing to put on my tin foil hat for this one! Hope you’ve been following along at home if not I’ve got a very easy to follow wall of notes that will help this all make sense.

Kemono Friends isn’t a show with a dark twist; it’s not a deconstruction of any existing genre. Kemono Friends is a kids’ show that tells the same story countless parents and preachers across the world have been telling children for centuries, the story of a savior that came to travel the world, a savior that made many friends, the story of a savior who loves her friends so dearly she will give herself to protect them from evil. Kemono Friends succeeds where other shows fall short because it is both extremely deep in its symbolism and themes, while remaining approachable and friendly towards children. It’s incredible that such a great show was born from such a troubled past. The series is based on a failed license. The phone game it draws inspiration from was shut down a month before the show began airing. The studio, Yaoyorozu, has yet to achieve critical or commercial success prior to this series. The entire staff is rather unknown, and they should be celebrated and heralded as the most unlikely of success stories. It seems unlikely that we’ll ever get to see the prequel Old Testament story of the park before ceruleans, and that might be sad, but ultimately it’s okay because the story told here is so complete and well done. I tip my hat to you Yaoyorozu, you’ve made a fan out of me.

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