no i know about the situation
im just questioning
THIS
Are you saying it wouldn’t get him deleted from existence?
I have to, it calls to me like a dark power possessing me, like the One Ring, I must.
The mods aren’t anonning him because they gotta find the gracious gift of tears first (they can’t beat the folding screen monkeys)
scary things going on in the arcane odyssey forums right now
Oh, speaking of stories, I’m gonna start putting little poems and stuff I make here since writing advice IS welcomed. I made this with no plan, just wrote as I went. Thoughts?
"And here I stand.
At the edge of a blade most unbecoming of me.
In the end, wasn’t I fucking righteous? Wasn’t I good, kind, moral? And what did that get me?
The option to put myself into oblivion. For what? Love? Duty? Honor? What love do I have left? That was gone the moment I stepped through this door. I had no responsibilities left to me. Honor? What honor did I have left? I had killed who I swore an oath to.
Gods, I am my father.
Fuck.
My hand teeters ever so slightly closer to the swirling door in front. I can feel it, the vacuum inhaling me, encouraging me to go through.
“No, no,” I mutter. Fuck, my voice is hoarse. It burns, and everything aches. Isn’t this what I wanted? To finally be without pain? No, that’s not good enough. I wanted to be happy.
Can one be happy in nothing?
Fuck, what even is nothing?
No, nope. Keep thinking about that, I’ll think about her.
Open the fucking door, Sam. Do everyone a favor, and open the fucking door!
My hand turns, the aged bronze knob cold as ice against my bloodied, calloused fingers. I can’t stop fucking shaking, I feel like a damn child.
Gods, wasn’t I always one? I’m sixteen. I’m meant to be off on a grand nature adventure. I’m meant to touch mountains, I’m meant to kill gods, but I only killed a false one. Fuck, I’m such a waste.
The cool, nothingness of black calls to me as I look through the small sliver of doorframe I can see. I barely pulled open the door. I don’t want to go.
Fuck. Focus, Sam. You were willing to die for Dramor, shut up, and die for everyone. If you don’t, they all die. Are you so fucking selfish? So goddamn weak? So fucking irresponsible-
I put my hand in the abyss, my arm ever so lightly causing the wooden door to push back and open more.
Is this really what mama wants for me? I mean, at least I die with honor. That’s more than most people in this blasted bloodline.
“Fuck you, high cunts,” I mutter. I smile, feeling the dried blood dust off of my face ever so slightly and the contortion of my lips. I forgot I was this coated in a Nameless One.
I lick my lips, savoring the taste of the blood of a soon-to-be-dead god.
My hand feels numb. That’s a better feeling than the pain in my ass right now. Seriously, Dramor needed to cool down. He’d kill his next lover.
I chuckle to myself. I was thinking about sex at a time like this.
I take a small step forward to let my whole left arm settle into the abyss. It’s cool. But not chilled.
Gods, I don’t want this. I wanted to be fucking happy. I’m meant to be fucking happy. But no, this is what I get? A taste of being loved, of not being a nature-fucker as my dad claimed me to be? A taste of being seen as more than just the druid?
I raise my right hand to the sky, and do the one gesture fitting in this situation. Putting my middle finger up, I faced away from the door. They wanted to make my end be the grove I once sought answers at. Then I go out with my dignity. Something I thought I lost when that Nameless One first took me in.
“Here we are, your royal fucks. I kill your enemy, I die in the process.” I hissed out the words, tears burning in my eyes. Fuck, why was my voice so high-pitched?
“I hope the next pawn in your games is less fucked as I am,” I added, hand lowering to my side. I glanced at my Warhammer, Love’s Fall, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I let those tears burst out. I slid a hand to my head, a fist as the heel of my wrist began to smack against my forehead.
“I don’t wanna, please…” I beg.
I’m not sure how long I stayed there, crying. By the time I was done, the sun was rising. I could see the freckles of orange in the sky. It seems The Lady was kind to me, showing me this beauty as I gave in.
“Alright,” I mutter, rising from my feet. “Doing a run-up. Feels fitting. I was the fastest human in the village,” I add. I don’t look at the doorway. Meeting the gaze of literal oblivion? I’d piss myself. I’d miss Vaisei. I’d miss The East Empire.
I’d miss.
I began to pace towards the door. The grass was damp beneath my feet from morning dew. I sped up, watching dirty kick up beneath my bandage-wrapped feet. I couldn’t even feel my toes from the adrenaline.
Fuck.
I’m actually doing this. At least people will survive.
The door’s so close now. I can feel that vacuum again.
I hate this. Let me go.
I keep running.
Fuck. This. Life. Fuck this world, fuck the gods, fuck that Nameless One, fuck the East Empire, fuck Vaisei, fuck me, fuck this island, fuck everything.
“…Love you, Dramor,” I mutter now. I was breathless. I couldn’t have said that to him truly, couldn’t I?
Maybe this is for the best. My death killing the Nameless One. An earth Nameless One.
Yeah, that cunt would’ve destroyed Vaisei and the whole of Ritfaya to get to me.
Fuck, it’s better this way.
I’ll be one with nature, at least.
That Dwarf is gonna kill me for dying… heh.
My feet sped up. A few meters away now. Why is my brain at 110% right now? I want to stop thinking.
Well, to… wherever I go. I’ll probably be in a Hell Realm. I’m so uniquely me, that the gods see it fitting.
A meter away now.
I jump for the last bit of the distance. Hopefully, it feels like I’m flying.
God, I’ll miss seeing through bird’s eyes and bodies. I miss that fucking seagull.
I feel my arms in the coolness first. Then my legs.
Then my torso. It feels so familiar. Is this what being a Vessel for a Nameless One felt like?
It’s been a fun run, I suppose.
Maybe I’ll end up being some spirit’s plaything in the Hell Realms. That’ll be nice, at least. If- oh, there goes my tongue.
Brainsh gettin’ fuzzshy.
Fuh.
“‘Ove ya Dra’or” I mutter with all my power.
I feel like- wait, my brains back. Oh. Why can I feel grass?
I realize my eyes are closed. I open them.
No. No, no, no.
I want to scream. I can’t.
I made it to Limbo. To fucking limbo.
Infinite plains of grass on a cloudy day on a shore so similar to the paintings of Fort Nightbolt.
For the undead who did not worship evil. For the Apostles who betrayed their Patron Deity.
I feel numb.
…I like it that way.
Maybe… maybe this wouldn’t be the worst.
…Was that a fucking dragon roar?"
Yes, harsh language. I write for adults.
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Hi pookie, I am the green goblin atp 
Nah wait we’re not skipping over this - is this 4chan? Or one of those weird old forum things?
It looks like 4chan. Why are you on 4chan?
While it may work depending on if there was a story beforehand with a bit less of it, I think the word “fuck” may be a tiny bit overused throughout the entire piece.
Fuck. This. Life. Fuck this world, fuck the gods, fuck that Nameless One, fuck the East Empire, fuck Vaisei, fuck me, fuck this island, fuck everything.
This part in my opinion would be fine, if not for how many times “fuck” is used earlier. I believe in a mentality wherein something holds more value the less it’s used. A character going “fuck” is much more impactful if they’ve been mild-mannered and always heavily polite, as opposed to someone that drops expletives more than AO players drop games after updates.
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I was actually thinking this a few days ago. It’s both more funny because of how unexpected it is but also more impactful because of how bad the situation is to get that sort of reaction.
The story before hand is exact, but it’s basically a druid known to be kind and good, after being hardened by the battle against a LITERAL GOD, he’s gone from the sweet boy we see at the beginning of the novel to someone who is just… crashing out. He HAS to die to keep his loved ones alive, but he knows it was possible for him to live too if he didn’t make earlier mistakes.
It’s like a rising, faster beat that gets more and more tense and aggressive. he’s losing it.
I think in that case, the swearing would be better spaced out as occasional at the beginning, and getting more and more common as it goes on.
this IS at the sort of apex of his numbness. There’s nothing left. He wants to be out. There’s nothing left for him. He feels like crashing waves, like he’s floating. But, I’ll take your word for it.
Thanks, my friend!
cool
Think I’d like a rating of my own here now-
see how you think of me
Also, if anyone’s curious, the songs I used as inspiration for Sam (the character we see through in this story) are Red Sex by Vessel, Dog Days are Over by Florence + The Machine, and Purpose is Glorious by Natalie Holt. The final is my all time favorite score, my favorite piece to ever come from a piece of fiction.
I’m not white but I am Arab and do not live in a rich community but my family is in massive debt so please do not disrespect me like this
what warmwaters said
not something I wanna see myself