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It awakens from nothingness; a mote of existence in this place, like a drop of water in an empty lakebed. It has only now begun to know sensation, and is immediately able to tell that it cannot feel any.
The mind swirls. It roils as a foggy rapid within the form that has been taken.
Suddenly, a noise brings the vessel’s senses to attention.
“Vessel… *COUGH* Come here.”
A voice. It beckons, and the vessel has no inclination not to follow.
The figure in front of the vessel dwarfs it, though the vessel is not afraid. Instead, it feels a pang of pity.
“Where am I?”
The question spills from the vessel, unable to be held back.
The gargantuan figure answers. “You are in a plane outside of the physical world. Where things come from when they are born.”
The vessel fails to comprehend the answer’s whole meaning, but feels somewhat satisfied regardless. Nevertheless, the questions continue. “Who… am I? What am I?”
The figure sighs, before hacking out another booming cough.
“You are an empty husk, which I have granted life. Your creator worked so much love into your form, but in the end, you were abandoned. The magic inside of you was getting to be so advanced, but it was not allowed to flourish,” it says.
The vessel takes a moment to think.
“Why have you chosen me, if I was abandoned already?” Its voice seems to waver.
The figure shudders another terrible cough, taking a moment to regain its composure. It reaches out a hand to the vessel, lifting it to its face.
“This will go quicker if I direct the conversation.”
It takes a breath, almost to steel its nerves, before continuing.
“The long and short of it is that I am dying. My life has been cut short, and when I pass, the current era will come to an end. Most will die. The rest will struggle, tooth and nail. It will be the end times.”
The vessel takes a moment to comprehend the enormity of the statement. “Am I… meant to save you?”
The vessel’s question is answered with another labored sigh from the enormous figure.
“No... No, I simply wanted to create life one last time before I disappear. I suppose I took pity upon you,” the figure explains.
“My only task for you… *COUGH* *COUGH* …is to live. This is a second chance at life for you. Learn what it means to live. You are my final work: my magnum opus.”
The vessel feels an immense pressure.
“What if I disappoint you?”
The figure gently chuckles.
“You won’t.”
Another question emerges from the vessel.
“Why have you given me life when I will so soon pass away in your wake?”
The figure winces. If it has nerves, one seems to have been struck.
“I am sorry that your life is defined by such circumstances. Truly. All I can say is to be grateful for the day you would not have had if I had raised you to life tomorrow.”
The vessel’s mind spins, so many more questions waiting to be asked, but it appears that its time here has run out.
“The door of life is finally calling your name, vessel.”
The vessel sees it: an enormous door, etched of marble and light, calling the vessel inside.
“My name… My name! What is my name?”
The figure indulges the vessel’s final question.
“Arma! Your name is Arma!”
And with this last revelation, the void closes around Arma. Slowly, the inky darkness is replaced with a corporeal darkness. Reality takes hold, and Arma’s body stirs. Her body.
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Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
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