I suppose I could try to copy-paste the edit I made of Loki’s writing snippet they included here, if Loki is fine with the wall of text.
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Ok, so I will preface this by saying that the entire thing is an edited version of what Loki wrote, which is why there’s so much and so many preexisting things.
This is Loki's story, but I just rewrote some of it.
"And here I stand.
At the edge of a blade most unbecoming of me.
In the end, wasn’t I righteous? Wasn’t I good, kind, moral? And what am I now?
Given the chance to die. Why do I have to die? Love? Duty? Honor? What love is there for me? It was casted away when I’ve stepped through this door. What duty do I have left to carry? There’s nothing left to me now. Have I ever held any honor? I killed those that I swore an oath to.
…oh dear. I am my
father.
Fuck.
My hand reaches closer to that door ahead. I can feel that pull, the call of it beckoning me inside.
“No
No
nono”
I mutter.
My voice is hoarse. It burns, and everything aches. Fuck. Isn’t this what I wanted? To not hurt anymore?
No.
That was never enough.
I wanted to be happy.
…can I be happy in nothing?
what is “nothing?”
no no nonon o.
fuckufckeep thinking of that and it will only lead to thinking about
Her.
Openthefuckingdoor, Sam.
I breathe.
Do everybody a favor, Sam.
Open
the door.
My hand begins turning the cold, bronze knob. It is frigid to my bloodied and calloused fingers.
I can’t stop shaking.
I feel like a child.
Wasn’t I always one? I’m sixteen. I’m supposed to be on some grand nature adventure. I’m meant to touch the mountains I’m meant to kill gods i only killed a fake fuckim suhc af fuckng wasttewhat have i evnen managed to dow hyhwyufck
I breathe.
I take another breath.
The vacant black void calls to me as I look at the sliver of the doorframe i can see.
I’ve barely pulled the door open.
I dontwant tog o
I breathe.
I take another breath.
I breathe again.
I
Fuck. Sam. Focus. You were willing to die for them. Shut up anddiefor everyeone. If you dont theyall die. Whyare yousoselfish whyare you so weak so irrepsonsible sonothing why are you oso
I breathe.
I take another breath.
I breathe again.
I breathe.
I draw out another breath.
Breath #6
I take a breath
Breathe in, breathe out.
I breathe.
I put my hand into that abyss.
I breathe.
My arm every so slightly pushes the door back, making it open more.
I breathe.
I take another breath.
Is this really what Mama wants? I mean, I’ll at least die with honor. That’s more than most of my awful bloodline.
“Fuck you, high cunts,” I mutter. I smile, and I feel the dried blood on my face as my lips move. I’ve forgotten how much of a Nameless One I’m in, right now.
I lick my lips, and savor the taste.
My hand feels numb. It’s better than that pain in the ass I’ve got. Seriously, Dramor needs to calm up. He’d kill his next lover like that.
hahaha. Thinking of sex, now? I chuckle.
I step forward. My entire left arm is within the door. It’s cold, but not chilly.
Gods, I don’t want this. I wanted to be happy. I’m meant to be fucking happy. why is this what i get? a taste of love of not being some naturefucker as that dad said i am a tatse of amore thna just being a druid?
I breathe.
I take another breath.
I breathe again.
I know what to do now.
I raise my right hand to the sky, and I invoke the only move that could possibly be considered fitting now. With the finger raised, I look away from the door. They wanted me to die where I had once looked for answers. So then, I shall go out with dignity. I thought I had lost it when that Nameless One had taken me in.
“Here we are, your royal fucks. I kill your enemy, I die in the process.” The words are a hiss. The tears burn in my eyes.
Fuck, why is my voice so high pitched?
“I hope the next pawn of your games is less fucked than I am,” I add, lowing my hand. I look at my Warhammer, Love’s Fall. I can’t bear to hold it anymore. Tears are bursting out. I bring a hand to my head. It’s a fist, and my wrist starts to smack my own forehead.
“I don’t wanna, please…”
I beg.
I don’t know how long I was begging, crying, at the door. When I was finished, the sun was rising. I could see the sky, dotted with orange. It seems The Lady was kind to me, to show me this as I give in.
I breathe.
“Alright,” I mutter, getting up. I’ll do a run-up. It’s fitting. I was the fastest human in the village. I don’t look at the doorway as I get ready. Staring into the void? I’d piss myself. I’d miss Vaisei. I’d miss the East Empire.
I’d miss.
I being to run towards the door. The grass is wet beneath my feet from the morning dew. I accelerate, watching dirt kick up from my bandaged-feet against the ground. I can’t even feel my toes from adrenaline.
Fuck.
I’m actually doing this. At least people will survive.
The door is so close. I can feel the pull.
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 fuckVaiseifuckmefuckthisislandfuckeverything.
I
can’t breathe.
“…Love you, Dramor,” I mutter.
I couldn’t have said that to him.
Maybe this is for the best. Dying to kill the Nameless One. An earth Nameless One.
Yeah, it would’ve destroyed Vaisei and the whole of Ritfaya to get to me.
Fuck, this is how it should be.
I’ll be one with nature at least
fuck, that Dwarf is going to kill me for dying
heha
I speed up. Meters away. Why am I thinking so much. Why do I have to think so much. Why can’t I stop thinking.
Off I go 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.
I jump for the last part. I hope it’s like flying.
God I’ll miss seeing through a bird’s eyes. I’ll miss that fucking seagull.
I feel my arms enter the cold 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 fun, I guess.
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.
Bairns getts fuzzshy.
fahk,
“ov yu Dra’or” I manage to mutter.
It feels like
wait, I can think again?
Huh.
Why do I feel grass?
My eyes were closed. I open them.
No.
No.
No
no
no
nonono
non
no
I want to scream. I cannot scream.
I’m struggling to breathe.
I made it to 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 think I like it.
This
may
not
be
the
worst.
I breathe.
I take another breath.
I breathe again.
…did I just hear a dragon roar?"
If I was to actually describe my writing style, imagine the Narrator from Slay The Princess.
I think I should write my own short text, it might be interesting.
You’re on a boat in a harbor. At the end of that harbor is a castle. And in the hall of that castle is King Calvus IV.
It is your job to slay him. If you don’t, it will be the end of the War Seas.
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Does this mean we are gonna try to romance the calvus
What? No, your job is to slay the king, not lay the king. If you don’t, it’ll be the end of the War Seas.
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you would hate german
I do in fact hate quite a few Germans
literally every noun is capitalised in german
Scientifically yes, our colour vision declines as we age