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About Me

Damn, I'm not really used to talking about myself XD

..Actually, I think you can tell most about a person from their music tastes, so here. Have a pile of songs I like.


∞ YouTube ∞ Bastille, 'The Heavy Weight of Living: Part 1'. Gives me hope.

∞ YouTube ∞ Regina Spektor's 'Eet'. Hell, ANYTHING by Regina Spektor.

∞ YouTube ∞ Matchbox 20, 'How Far We've Come'.

∞ YouTube ∞ 'Olivia's Theme' from Fringe. One of my favorite soundtracks of many, from the show that changed my life.

∞ YouTube ∞ 'It's Time', by Imagine Dragons.




******* VARIOUS AN SUNDRY FAVORITE QUOTES *******

"Everyone has their own unique genetic pool, and someone has obviously peed in yours."
~Walter Bishop


"“I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.”
~Plato


"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle."
~Plato


"I swear by my pretty floral bonnet I will end you."
~Mal Reynolds

"I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
and people who will see a world that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door."

~J.R.R. Tolkien

~Basically, anything Sherlock says.

Likes

ArcheryAutumnCookiesCosplayDoctor WhoDragonsFringeHiking/Camping/BackpackingMythologyRiding HorsebackScotlandTeaThe Legend of ZeldaWolves

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BroccoliDrunksExpectation of Extroversion

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jaffa6
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jaffa6 20 United Kingdom PhlegmaticSanguine INFP 7w8 497C
Hey, could you come into chat please? I need to ask you something! XD
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
Oh my gosh, I just now saw this. -___-

If it's any consolation, I was somewhere with no service for a while, I wasn't just ignoring you. XD
jaffa6
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jaffa6 20 United Kingdom PhlegmaticSanguine INFP 7w8 497C
XD Ok. Has my PM actually come through yet? If not, could you email me please or note me on dA please? I think it'd be more reliable than PMs. XD matthewmaufe@hotmail.com ∞ LINK ∞
david s
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david s 25 United States MelancholicCholeric ISFJ 621 1193C
Blast! I tried to send you a PM, but I don't think it sent... either that, or it sent twice... either way, I'm sorry! Please tell me if you got it. If not then I suppose I'll have to send it again. >_> Sorry for all the hassle. u_u

If it didn't send, please send me a PM so I can respond to that... my PM system doesn't seem to work right.

EDIT: Nevermind, I think it may have been too long and that's why it didn't send... in which case, it's probably better that it didn't send... instead, may I ask if the length of my comments and such annoys you? If it does, I can put effort into making them shorter.
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
Uh... it didn't go through. ._. I tried to send you a PM, but that wouldn't go through either....?

Oh, I just saw your edit. Length doesn't matter to me, I just appreciate that you took the time to think about something and type it out.
david s
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david s 25 United States MelancholicCholeric ISFJ 621 1193C
Alright then, thank you for the response! ^_^ I wonder why the PMs aren't working right...

Oh, okay then. I was worried that I was being upsetting with length. I have a tendency to ramble... a lot. It was worse back in the days of OldFig, where a forum post over 10,000 characters wasn't uncommon... and I was pretty much the only person making posts that big.(CtG if you're reading this, you're one of the exceptions, don't worry I didn't forget about you.)

I guess I'll try to send the message thing to you later then...
jaffa6
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jaffa6 20 United Kingdom PhlegmaticSanguine INFP 7w8 497C
I think this happened when I tried to PM you as well. o.O I guess I'll retry later, or I could comment it here if you wish?
FakeKraid
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You sound like a charming young woman, and your taste in authors appears sound. Have you read very much Chesterton and Tolkien?
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
*blushes*

Why, thank you, good sir! ^.^ ...And yes, I grew up on Tolkien. The Hobbit was one of my very first bedtime stories XD Other girls played Barbies, I ran around with my friends and roleplayed as the Fellowship. (Sam for the win!) Laugh if you want, those were some good times. :P

And I absolutely LOVE Chesterton! He's so wonderfully snarky and poetic--I just finished a chapter from The Everlasting Man that literally made me skip a breath! At one turn he can go from making me cry with laughter, to making me really cry O.o The beauty and order he saw in the universe... It never stops blowing my mind.

George MacDonald is wonderful, too. I wish fantasy authors would stop ripping off Tolkien and write a little REAL fantasy. A.K.A. PHANTASY. ...Or 'phantasie.' ...Or however the heck he spelled it -.-
He was so incredibly creative! Little Daylight is hands-down my favorite fairy tale of them all :3
FakeKraid
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Phantastes, for the record. And yes, MacDonald is sublime; I think Lilith may be his best work, though. So are Lewis and Lloyd (C. S. Lewis of Narnia fame and Alexander Lloyd, that is, of the Prydain Chronicles).

Well, you sound like you have some happy years ahead of you if you keep reading! If you ever feel like a recommendation, I'll be happy to oblige, if you'll promise to tell me what you think of it afterward. :D
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
Alexander Lloyd. And Taran. Heck, all of Prydain. <3

...Actually, Eilonwy has so many great lines in that series--she's immensely quotable, if you need some snappy comebacks. I have the memory of a squirrel burying nuts, unfortunately, so I don't have any off the top of my head! But she kept reminding me of Anne of Green Gables, for some reason. In any case Prydain's another favorite series of mine ^.^ Lloyd's prose and use of Welsh folklore are lovely.

Anywho. I've kept hearing about this one book series, and judging by your tastes you may have heard of it. If so, I'd love your opinion. .../Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell/? It's somewhat in MacDonald's tradition, I think, but I haven't picked it up yet. Something about magic in 17th Century England? As in, the characters' use of magic causes the unfolding of actual historical events? It's supposed to be quite clever. I'm usually one for more folklore/fairytale type fantasy, but apparently the way it's intertwined with History makes for a great read.

And, as for Lewis...

I spent half my childhood checking the back of every suspicious-looking closet. XD
FakeKraid
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I may have heard of this Jonathan Strange thing before, but I've never read it. The next time I find myself looking for a light read, though, I'll check it out! And I'm glad you've read Lewis. He's the single most influential author in my life, though I've been more moved by his non-fiction than his fiction.
Megabdi
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Okay then, so I haven't really posted the end for you yet, since I've somehow been busy these past few days. But I actually got feedback from my teacher. She said that the plot twist needed some building up and that, as you said, the 'strange air' business was a bit repetitive. I then went to add a bit more to the story and finish the ending. When I get to school, I'll be sure to give you the full story.
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
Awesome! And just send it to me whenever you have time, don't sweat it! I know how it is to be endlessly busy :P
Megabdi
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Full story dead ahead.
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It all began, 2 months ago, on that faithful day, the day when great misfortune befell on my humble academy, Greatoak. I was there, right in the thick of it. Now I wish my life be taken off this wretched Earth, for my body and mind have been corrupted, beyond repair. I tell you this because I wouldn't want anyone foolish enough to experience what I went through at the forgotten academy of Greatoak. Heed my words well, for they shall surely lead you astray from your demise.
On the month of July, summer was raining down on the land. Sweat was heavy in the air, rays of light baked those in its way and the flies and parasites were happily buzzing around, fulfilling their annoying existence. Summer was an irritating part of the year for me back then. First thing on the school agenda was a school assembly, which induced a choir of groans among the students. As the principal was doing his expected speech, I began to feel something...
A malefic, invisible miasma filled the class hall. It made me shake with distress, as I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what kind of being could give off such a ghastly aura. The rest of the students and teachers didn’t even react, as if they hadn’t noticed the noxious air of evil had come about. I had to endure it, for I didn’t want to make a scene and appear like a madman.
After a while, it dissipated completely. I couldn’t understand it. How such a foul and tainted air could just be unnoticed and leave without a moment’s notice? I immediately decided to dismiss it, thinking it to be just a putrid case of flatulence from a fellow pupil. But something, perhaps fear, assured me that a calamity was sure to ensue upon all of us.
With the smell in my mind, lunchtime came after 2 lessons. The lunch hall was in its usual state. Several groups either chatting about the latest of whatever or how good they can kick a football. I’m never really sure, as I usually just skip lunch just to read, but today was the day when actual food was offered, so I thought of getting some food into me. I thought it could have helped me get my head straight after that odd air meddled with my head.
- As I got what I wanted, good old fish and chips, the principal suddenly came into the lunch hall as well. He seemed to be a bit late, as he’s always the first at the lunch hall. I could always see him eating first whenever I skipped lunch to read a book. But I had never seen him not be the first to the lunch hall.
Even stranger, was that he seemed rather uneasy, shaking with every step, as if he had seen something obscene.
He struggled his way up to me, I didn’t know what to expect, but I did notice he didn’t look rather healthy. He also had a strange mark on his head. It seemed damaged, as if it was scratched off. He began to speak to me. He spoke like a withered old man, instead of the confident but polite voice he usually spoke in.
‘Oh, hello there. What are you doing here? I never see you... I usually never see you here.’
‘Yes, sir, I know. I usually go to the library, but I decided to get some food in me for once. I’m thinking I need the brain food lately.’
‘Oh? Well, that’s... Good.’
And he then walked off, with the same strange walk. It was rather strange, to see our principle, usually so confident with vigour, act like he was in his eighties. It seemed like something was eating him inside... -
After about 3 lessons, going through the same routine I always went through back then, I couldn’t shake off the memory of that abnormal air I felt in the assembly. Summer was still beating down on us with its unbearable heat in these suits. But soon, I would find out where such a horrible air could come from. Strangely enough, a friend of mine, Benjamin, was completely absent for the whole day, but I distinctly remembered sitting next to him in assembly. I knew him for being a freak about attendance, always taking to heart boring sayings about how important it is to be present and early to school.
Still with the stench of that air in my mind, I went to the final lesson of that hot summer day. Strangely enough, the weather had become rather dim, even though it was summer. It began to dawn on me that this dark afternoon was linked to that abnormal air from the beginning of this morning. There was yet more to these phenomena that I had yet to witness. My eyes still feel the burning image the darkest of secrets left in my retina.
Just as I came across the room to my final lesson, I heard a cry, a cry that begged to be freed. But it had a hint of hateful intent. Then I smelled a familiar odour...
It was the same unnatural air that I felt back at the assembly hall! All these strange occurrences started to all flood into my mind, trying to form a picture, but never coming up fully. I began to panic, when all of a sudden, someone grabbed my shoulder. I leapt with absolute terror, only to find that it was my friend Benjamin! I asked why he wasn’t in any of our lessons, but, he just stood there, with an empty look in his eyes... Something was not right. His eyes were always filled with the fire of dedication, but it was as if that fire never existed...
Soon enough, other students began to appear behind of Benjamin, all with the same dead gaze in their eyes. All empty. They began to move towards me awkwardly, as if they couldn’t control their legs. I began to panic and fled before they could approach me. Their eyes, I’ll never forget how absolutely empty they looked. Like a black void of hopelessness.
I ran, ran as far as I could, far from those mindless zombies. They kept shuffling their feet faster and faster. Some fell over and just crawled like a rabid animal on an adrenaline rush. They seemed hell-bent on destroying me, all of my friends and acquaintances all sharing the same objective of terminating me.
I had no time to deal with the depressing nature of that fact, as mellowing in deep sorrow would have cost me my life. I only had running on my mind. But I couldn’t run forever, and the running soon had to stop. My survival instinct kicked in and I immediately went to hide. The assembly hall was the closest and biggest place to hide in. It only made sense that such a big area would make for a perfect hiding spot.
I dashed into the assembly hall, which had been cleaned up, strangely. The stands were still set though, so I immediately slipped under them, hoping to high heaven that those freaks wouldn’t sniff me out.
As expected, the horde poured in to the hall, and began to flood the hall, nearly filling it to the brim. There it was. The entire population of the school robbed of their mind and soul, entirely bent on destroying me. I couldn’t even believe it. Why were they after me? How did all these events ever happen? Who or what was behind it? These were the questions swimming in my head as I laid under the stands. I now knew that behind these questions were unspeakable answers...
I laid down under the stands, waiting for the army of puppets to do something, but they were just standing in place, with their breathing growing louder and louder. What followed next was, quite simply, horrifying beyond the human realms of fear...
Out in the middle of the zombie crowd, a vast fissure opened in the middle, rocking the entire school, consuming everyone in that horde completely. They all fell into the fiery pit, forever lost to whom or what was responsible for these strange events. But strangest of all, it appeared to me that some of them were smiling...
But I didn’t have any time to be thinking for whatever reason they were smiling for, as a group of strangers in robes came into the hall, not at all phased by the gaping crack filled with bubbling lava and impatient flames or the unbearable heat filling the hall. I felt like I was in a forest fire, as I felt more and more faint.
But the only factor keeping me going was pure fear that if I couldn’t do anything to stop this chain of disastrous events, then I wouldn’t be able to wake up tomorrow for a new day. But I was too tired to even move, but I managed to hold onto the shortening threads of my conscious state to see what was going on.
But, I would have never been prepared for what was to arrive next. This made all those ominous events connect all together to form the picture I hoped not to ever see in my life. This very sequence of events following the robed figures would be the very reason I am here telling you about this horrid tale.
The people in robes came and stopped and faced the hole. They then took their hoods off, and their identities couldn’t have caused enough disbelief in me than any of the peculiar events that happened.
It was him.
Megabdi
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Story was a bit long, so had to split them.
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The principal, in a robe, facing a deep pit filled with raging fires, with the same strange mark on his forehead, but glowing with a black light glowing from it. I could have never guessed it, but it began to make sense... That poignant wind filling the room, why Benjamin was absent, the broken mark on his forehead... Suddenly, all the blanks began to be filled in with his name. HE was behind this confusing chain of events. - He did all this, to save himself. But it didn’t make sense... Why would he sacrifice dear friends all for himself? -
Before I could react to this revelation, the principal began to chant some indecipherable gibberish. It sounded ancient and primitive, like it formed before history began. The words were ‘Now, horrid creature, we have summoned you to grant us what we have desired since our hearts began to beat with our parent’s blood. We have sacrificed friend and family to bring you to our world, and we ask, da nobis quod nobis cupiamus.’
Confusion and fear took hold. Who was he even talking to? How did he cause all of this to even happen?
But as just after those words flew out of his mouth, an entity in a waterfall of lava began to rise. I couldn’t make out what foul beast had appeared, but I knew it had to be stopped, or no one would wake up to another tomorrow.
I had to muster up what amount of courage I had left after being pursued by dear friends and seeing them be sacrificed for my principal’s sick desires. I never did find out what drove my principal to summon a creature from parts unknown by feeding it his family and friends.
I lept from under the stands and ran with reckless abandon into the principal and his accomplices. It may have been an unwise move, but time was of the essence. I managed to shove the principal and interrupt the summoning, but unfortunately, this made the beast react violently, making it thrash and rampage while inside the crevice. I nearly lost my life as the creature was raging against its immediate imprisonment, as it shook the foundations of the hall, causing it to fall apart bit by bit.
As the hall was in an already broken down state, there wasn’t a lot of traversable terrain, which left me in a panicking state. The only way out I saw was a broken window. Personal injury at this time seemed more than a worthy repercussion.
Crawling through the jagged glass teeth of the window, I was finally outside...
But that didn’t really make a difference, as the monster’s rage reached beyond the boundaries of the hall, and a fiery wall of fire began to surround the entire school. I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed it was trying to take me with it...
With the beast’s pain grew, so did its anger. The wall of flame blazed with that of a dark passion, which felt destructive as its searing heat was beating down on me. I thought it was the end. I was going to be burnt to a cinder if I was left to be cooked alive by the intense heat, assuring that the beast wouldn’t leave without a token from this world.
Flames of destruction thrashing down on my frail and battered body, with the temperature reaching agonizing levels. I would have not been surprised had this been my end. There seemed to be absolutely no way out of this dilemma. The atmosphere was in total devastation. Cracks spread across the ground seeping with lava, all life struggling to breathe their final breath. The once bright sky flooded with a crimson red. But somehow, against all the insurmountable odds, against the invisible chances of hope.
A miracle happened.
The demon had finally lost its strength from its meal and gave way to his otherworldly prison. The flames, destruction and darkness that accompanied the monstrosity to its cage in whatever pit it came from. But unfortunately, it took the entire school with it, as it collapsed. The shaky foundations seemed to have been upheld by the beast’s energy
I was trying to recover from what the monster threw at me. It seemed that I might have lived beyond tomorrow. But with my beloved academy reduced to a broken pile of rubble, I had to go elsewhere to even have a place in the future. I went to another school, but with the events that happened on that day, I remained scarred, even to today.
Now, I have told all that had to be said. Now, go away... Wait, what’s that mark on your head...?
Megabdi
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I'm reaching the end of my horror story, but the announcement of the winner is on Friday, so I have about 4 days to complete my story.

I've already given the draft to my teacher to judge. I'll give her the full version tomorrow. Wish me luck!
Faoladh
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Faoladh 22 United States MelancholicPhlegmatic INFJ 6w5 119C
For sure!! Endings are always the easiest--for me at least, anyway. The hardest part's getting started :P ..But then again I'm a first-class procrastinator, SO.

Anywho, from what I read, you've got one heck of a piece in the running! Let me know how it goes! :3
Megabdi
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First thing when I get to school, I'll finish it up and send you the end. I wonder what my teacher will think of it.
coreyj
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(Not to piggy-back on this or anything...)

Would you mind sending me the finished version as well, Megabdi? I'm really interested in how it turned out, especially considering how great those samples you posted were!
Megabdi
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Well, here you go.

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It all began, 2 months ago, on that faithful day, the day when great misfortune befell on my humble academy, Greatoak. I was there, right in the thick of it. Now I wish my life be taken off this wretched Earth, for my body and mind have been corrupted, beyond repair. I tell you this because I wouldn't want anyone foolish enough to go through what happened to me at the forgotten academy of Greatoak. Heed my words well, for they shall surely lead you astray from your demise.
On the month of July, summer was raining down on the land. Sweat was heavy in the air, rays of light baked those in its way and the flies and parasites were happily buzzing around, fulfilling their annoying existence. Summer was an irritating part of the year for me back then. First thing on the school agenda was a school assembly, which induced a choir of groans among the students. As the principal was doing his expected speech, I began to feel something...
A malefic, invisible miasma filled the class hall. It made me shake with distress, as I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what kind of being could give off such a ghastly aura. The rest of the students and teachers didn’t even react, as if they hadn’t noticed the noxious air of evil had come about. I had to endure it, for I didn’t want to make a scene and appear like a madman.
After a while, it dissipated completely. I couldn’t understand it. How such a foul and tainted air could just be unnoticed and leave without a moment’s notice? I immediately decided to dismiss it, thinking it to be just a putrid case of flatulence from a fellow pupil. But something, perhaps fear, assured me that a calamity was sure to ensue upon all of us.
With the smell in my mind, lunchtime came after 2 lessons. The lunch hall was in its usual state. Several groups either chatting about the latest of whatever or how good they can kick a football. I’m never really sure, as I usually just skip lunch just to read, but today was the day when actual food was offered, so I thought of getting some food into me. I thought it could have helped me get my head straight after that odd air meddled with my head.
- As I got what I wanted, good old fish and chips, the principal suddenly came into the lunch hall as well. He seemed to be a bit late, as he’s always the first at the lunch hall. I could always see him eating first whenever I skipped lunch to read a book. But I had never seen him not be the first to the lunch hall.
Even stranger, was that he seemed rather uneasy, shaking with every step, as if he had seen something obscene.
He struggled his way up to me, I didn’t know what to expect, but I did notice he didn’t look rather healthy. He also had a strange mark on his head. It seemed damaged, as if it was scratched off. He began to speak to me. He spoke like a withered old man, instead of the confident but polite voice he usually spoke in.
‘Oh, hello there. What are you doing here? I never see you... I usually never see you here.’
‘Yes, sir, I know. I usually go to the library, but I decided to get some food in me for once. I’m thinking I need the brain food lately.’
‘Oh? Well, that’s... Good.’
And he then walked off, with the same strange walk. It was rather strange, to see our principle, usually so confident with vigour, act like he was in his eighties. It seemed like something was eating him inside... -
After about 3 lessons, going through the same routine I always went through back then, I couldn’t shake off the memory of that abnormal air I felt in the assembly. Summer was still beating down on us with its unbearable heat in these suits. But soon, I would find out where such a horrible air could come from. Strangely enough, a friend of mine, Benjamin, was completely absent for the whole day, but I distinctly remembered sitting next to him in assembly. I knew him for being a freak about attendance, always taking to heart boring sayings about how important it is to be present and early to school.
Still with the stench of that air in my mind, I went to the final lesson of that hot summer day. Strangely enough, the weather had become rather dim, even though it was summer. It began to dawn on me that this dark afternoon was linked to that abnormal air from the beginning of this morning. There was yet more to these phenomena that I had yet to witness. My eyes still feel the burning image the darkest of secrets left in my retina.
Just as I came across the room to my final lesson, I heard a cry, a cry that begged to be freed. But it had a hint of hateful intent. Then I smelled a familiar odour...
It was the same unnatural air that I felt back at the assembly hall! All these strange occurrences started to all flood into my mind, trying to form a picture, but never coming up fully. I began to panic, when all of a sudden, someone grabbed my shoulder. I leapt with absolute terror, only to find that it was my friend Benjamin! I asked why he wasn’t in any of our lessons, but, he just stood there, with an empty look in his eyes... Something was not right. His eyes were always filled with the fire of dedication, but it was as if that fire never existed...
Soon enough, other students began to appear behind of Benjamin, all with the same dead gaze in their eyes. All empty. They began to move towards me awkwardly, as if they couldn’t control their legs. I began to panic and fled before they could approach me. Their eyes, I’ll never forget how absolutely empty they looked. Like a black void of hopelessness.
I ran, ran as far as I could, far from those mindless zombies. They kept shuffling their feet faster and faster. Some fell over and just crawled like a rabid animal on an adrenaline rush. They seemed hell-bent on destroying me, all of my friends and acquaintances all sharing the same objective of terminating me.
I had no time to deal with the depressing nature of that fact, as mellowing in deep sorrow would have cost me my life. I only had running on my mind. But I couldn’t run forever, and the running soon had to stop. My survival instinct kicked in and I immediately went to hide. The assembly hall was the closest and biggest place to hide in. It only made sense that such a big area would make for a perfect hiding spot.
I dashed into the assembly hall, which had been cleaned up, strangely. The stands were still set though, so I immediately slipped under them, hoping to high heaven that those freaks wouldn’t sniff me out.
As expected, the horde poured in to the hall, and began to flood the hall, nearly filling it to the brim. There it was. The entire population of the school robbed of their mind and soul, entirely bent on destroying me. I couldn’t even believe it. Why were they after me? How did all these events ever happen? Who or what was behind it? These were the questions swimming in my head as I laid under the stands. I now knew that behind these questions were unspeakable answers...
I laid down under the stands, waiting for the army of puppets to do something, but they were just standing in place, with their breathing growing louder and louder. What followed next was, quite simply, horrifying beyond the human realms of fear...
Out in the middle of the zombie crowd, a vast fissure opened in the middle, rocking the entire school, consuming everyone in that horde completely. They all fell into the fiery pit, forever lost to whom or what was responsible for these strange events. But strangest of all, it appeared to me that some of them were smiling...
But I didn’t have any time to be thinking for whatever reason they were smiling for, as a group of strangers in robes came into the hall, not at all phased by the gaping crack filled with bubbling lava and impatient flames or the unbearable heat filling the hall. I felt like I was in a forest fire, as I felt more and more faint.
But the only factor keeping me going was pure fear that if I couldn’t do anything to stop this chain of disastrous events, then I wouldn’t be able to wake up tomorrow for a new day. But I was too tired to even move, but I managed to hold onto the shortening threads of my conscious state to see what was going on.
But, I would have never been prepared for what was to arrive next. This made all those ominous events connect all together to form the picture I hoped not to ever see in my life. This very sequence of events following the robed figures would be the very reason I am here telling you about this horrid tale.
The people in robes came and stopped and faced the hole. They then took their hoods off, and their identities couldn’t have caused enough disbelief in me than any of the peculiar events that happened.
Megabdi
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Part 2 as the story was a bit long to put in one post.

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The principal, in a robe, facing a deep pit filled with raging fires, with the same strange mark on his forehead, but glowing with a black light glowing from it. I could have never guessed it, but it began to make sense... That poignant wind filling the room, why Benjamin was absent, the broken mark on his forehead... Suddenly, all the blanks began to be filled in with his name. HE was behind this confusing chain of events. - He did all this, to save himself. But it didn’t make sense... Why would he sacrifice dear friends all for himself? -
Before I could react to this revelation, the principal began to chant some indecipherable gibberish. It sounded ancient and primitive, like it formed before history began. The words were ‘Now, horrid creature, we have summoned you to grant us what we have desired since our hearts began to beat with our parent’s blood. We have sacrificed friend and family to bring you to our world, and we ask, da nobis quod nobis cupiamus.’
Confusion and fear took hold. Who was he even talking to? How did he cause all of this to even happen?
But as just after those words flew out of his mouth, an entity in a waterfall of lava began to rise. I couldn’t make out what foul beast had appeared, but I knew it had to be stopped, or no one would wake up to another tomorrow.
I had to muster up what amount of courage I had left after being pursued by dear friends and seeing them be sacrificed for my principal’s sick desires. I never did find out what drove my principal to summon a creature from parts unknown by feeding it his family and friends.
I lept from under the stands and ran with reckless abandon into the principal and his accomplices. It may have been an unwise move, but time was of the essence. I managed to shove the principal and interrupt the summoning, but unfortunately, this made the beast react violently, making it thrash and rampage while inside the crevice. I nearly lost my life as the creature was raging against its immediate imprisonment, as it shook the foundations of the hall, causing it to fall apart bit by bit.
As the hall was in an already broken down state, there wasn’t a lot of traversable terrain, which left me in a panicking state. The only way out I saw was a broken window. Personal injury at this time seemed more than a worthy repercussion.
Crawling through the jagged glass teeth of the window, I was finally outside...
But that didn’t really make a difference, as the monster’s rage reached beyond the boundaries of the hall, and a fiery wall of fire began to surround the entire school. I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed it was trying to take me with it...
With the beast’s pain grew, so did its anger. The wall of flame blazed with that of a dark passion, which felt destructive as its searing heat was beating down on me. I thought it was the end. I was going to be burnt to a cinder if I was left to be cooked alive by the intense heat, assuring that the beast wouldn’t leave without a token from this world.
Flames of destruction thrashing down on my frail and battered body, with the temperature reaching agonizing levels. I would have not been surprised had this been my end. There seemed to be absolutely no way out of this dilemma. The atmosphere was in total devastation. Cracks spread across the ground seeping with lava, all life struggling to breathe their final breath. The once bright sky flooded with a crimson red. But somehow, against all the insurmountable odds, against the invisible chances of hope.
A miracle happened.
The demon had finally lost its strength from its meal and gave way to his otherworldly prison. The flames, destruction and darkness that accompanied the monstrosity to its cage in whatever pit it came from. But unfortunately, it took the entire school with it, as it collapsed. The shaky foundations seemed to have been upheld by the beast’s energy
I was trying to recover from what the monster threw at me. It seemed that I might have lived beyond tomorrow. But with my beloved academy reduced to a broken pile of rubble, I had to go elsewhere to even have a place in the future. I went to another school, but with the events that happened on that day, I remained scarred, even to today.
Now, I have told all that had to be said. Now, go away... Wait, what’s that mark on your head...?