Pablo The Stone

Made it when I was bored and thought nothing of it.

It got some views and did alright, however, the comments started to get weird.

People didn’t comment normal things or even talk that much, they only wrote one phrase.

“Great Video”

I wish I was joking but there is a video of Gangsters Paradise that I made where it has close to 452 COMMENTS (at this moment) where it’s almost nothing but people saying “Great Video”

Quick highlight on how it went:

- We are members of a drug empire to some dwarf we call “Mr. Rock” and our mission is to deliver a wagon full of supplies to a base of his

- Danny Devito is in our party and is currently selling out for Firehouse Subs cause he forgot which sub place he sponsored and we have to stop him from eating his own subs he’s supposed to door dash to someone (he’s eating our rations)

- when we were fighting goblins one time I missed a swing with my great-sword so bad (Nat 1) and i accidentally threw it and one of the goblins caught the handle and got sent flying backwards along with the sword. I then proceeded to miss a punch with the goblin right in front of me so terribly that he actually was stunned from how bad I was fighting him

- I am currently carrying around 2 little goblins on my shoulders that we nicknamed Tom and Jerry who legit do nothing but stare at us and are only friends with me alone

To then actually having to write it.

Alright so this wasn’t really when I was “Gardening” or anything but last year me, my best, his sister and girlfriend went to Japan for a little summer vacation trip. During the trip, we spent 2 days at Mt. Fuji.

We stayed those 2 days at a wonder lakeside hotel, which honestly I would recommend staying at, and you get a beautiful view of Fuji. Wouldn’t recommend going to the roof of it though as there are a lot of bugs that can bite.

However, the kicker about this hotel was that it wasn’t really near major civilization, like the closest major town is like a good chunk of land away. Taking (if I remember correctly like 20-30 minutes by bus just to reach it. This was more so Japan’s countryside.

There was, however, a small little village that sat next to it, sitting by the lake. The kicker was however, was I couldn’t tell if most of the houses were lived in, and some of it was overgrown. And one building had Romanian on it (At least according to google translate it was.)

It was giving me the major heebie jeebies. However I didn’t think much of it.

The 2nd day at Fuji we went and explored a nearby ice cave, it was pretty cool honestly, the cold air was refreshing after that Japan heat. The thing was that this was in the middle of Aokigahara Forest, also commonly known as the forest in Japan where go to uh… enter the afterlife early. (I don’t know if I can say actual name of it here.)

And we didn’t realize there was no bus around there that would take us back to the hotel. So meaning that we would have to walk back a couple miles back to our hotel… in the middle of the forest.

Mind you before this we were next to a semi abandoned village with like 1 shop close to it and 2 others a mile away. And we had to walk back there from a forest… and the sun was gonna go down in 2 hours.

That was honestly the first time I felt like a survival horror protagonist… and one of the few times where I felt Watched.

And what’s funny about it all was I found it cool as hell. All my mind could come to was how this could basically be used as a plot for a horror movie/book lol.

Then I got to thinking about what kinda of story that would take place there, as there really isn’t much you can do on a couple mile track back to your hotel.

A couple of friends go out into the forest known to be one of the most haunted places in the world, stopping by some local town that’s semi abandoned, however, the locals there are some of the nicest people around. Like nothing is actually wrong with them, they just live a quiet life and don’t mind outsiders. However, they talk about a legend of a beast that haunts the forest now that most people don’t go to it anymore, taking the few that go in. Their town is for reason lucky and doesn’t see the beast.

Unknown to all, the beast is actually real, and overtime the friends find out and with help of the locals, go to where they believe the beast is hiding, only to find out that the beast was actually a old failed experiment created by some company that created it in a secret facility in these woods because no one would find it due to no one really wanting to go into a haunted forest where people don’t usually come back alive from.

"In a land unknown to any living mortal on earth, there is a place where the gods sleep and live. This land has no official name, but to the gods, they call it their existence.  Each one is unique in their own way, but sometimes share appearances or similar powers with another. They each are a deity to different religions, pantheons, or anything else of the sort. Each is powerful and strong in their own way, being able to influence their followers, which is where they get their abilities or powers. These gods cannot die normally such as the mortals, but that does not mean they won’t face the grim reaper. The only way for one to finally bite the dust is simple, be forgotten. Be a deity no one worships in the current age or prays to anymore. No more rituals made in their name, statues carved in their honor, or any relics from their once prosperous age. To be forgotten means the end. 

And to Albertuah, this means that their time is soon. He was a part of a pantheon of long forgotten gods, long from their glorious reign, all that remains of them is his statue in the lonely forest. The once thriving town of worshippers that once followed them turned into nothing the clay below the statues feet. He was finally dying, but he didn’t want to go. He liked having his powers, he liked being a god, and he liked being remembered. But nothing but a statue remains of him, and all he has left of being a god is the memory of what he once was. A powerful god, ruling over the skies and the clouds that littered along it. But now, he is nothing but a sick and dying man. His skin was decaying, turning into the dust that befell his friends. His hair turned into a deep gray, almost the same color as the rocks of the statue. He was dying, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He knows that, but he knows that he is a god in a land full of other gods, and gods can change fates. Including those who walk among them.

He climbed the stairs of a mountain where a powerful god rules from. Sitting on the top of the steep mountain laid his kingdom, where he ruled from his bright castle. His throne being made of gold and riches where he sits lazily on. His clothes are of fine silk, a silk that cannot be normally found or needled by mortals. This was the most powerful god that he can make a deal with, as any other powerful ones simply locked themselves away from the rest, thinking that they are better than them

He slowly walks up to the god in his throne, barely managing to bring himself upon him. The god stares back at him, smiling. “Oh great and powerful leader, I lay my humble request upon you. A request that I regret asking, as I no longer have a choice in the matter of what is my life.” He breathes, “I make the request that you grant me part of your following, a small part, so that my skin can no longer rot, my memories no longer fade, and I regain the powers I once had.” The god on the throne stares, but only for a minute, before beginning to giggle. Then his giggling turned into full blown laughter. “Out of all the requests I ever hear from my fellow gods, this has got to be the most saddest one I heard!” Shouted the God. “A once great and powerful deity is here at my feet, rotting away from his own skin, asking simply for a fraction of my servants.” The god laughs a bit more, before slowly starting with a blank face at Albertuah. “I Earned all of these servants. I Earned the powers I have, and I Earned my right to sit upon this throne. I am the god of these people and introducing them to another will do nothing but make me weaker.” Stated the god.

Albertuah simply stares at the ignorant god. Both simply look at each other for a while, before Albertuah finally decides to speak. “You know, I was on your throne once. A powerful god, ruling over the people in the other lands, gaining abilities thought impossible. It was wonderful, it was everything... It was... good. But I see differently now, I see what we became, what we are. And all I can do now is simply laugh, as I finally realize what we truly became. You may have the abilities as some of the most powerful people who ever lived in this realm, you may sit on a throne built of riches, and you may rule over a great many people. But in the end, the only thing that matters is what your followers do. And all that you will ever do now, is simply in a chair. A chair built to look shiny, but in reality is nothing but dull. Don’t forget my words, as someday, you may be in the same skin as the one I wear now.” He turns away from the chair with the deity sat upon it, and walks away. Back down the mountain, back down the same steep stairs, and back to the same situation he was in.

It truly is the end, no deals, no way outs. The only fate that is certain now is becoming the dust that floats in their winds. Somehow, he finds it strangely comforting. Moments before, he was climbing up the steep hill where the imposter lays, begging for a chance at the throne of godhood. But now he sits by a lakeside, staring at the sun going down for their slumber, allowing the moon to wake and begin its run. He knows that he won’t be around to greet the moon, the stones of his statue are finally crumbling. His skin turns more into dust, his hair starting to fall out, and his vision becoming blurry. This is it. The final goodbye. “Before you turn to dust, would you like to say goodbye to the living?” The words surprised him, not expecting to hear another out here. He turns around to see a god worn with cloth and hair the color of the morning dawn. “I am sorry that this is your goodbye and that you are being forgotten, But don’t let it be for nothing.” Suddenly, the two are in a cloud of fog, appearing out of it in front of his statue. “Just because you are fading away doesn’t mean that you are forgotten. The land of the living may have forgotten you, but those who died didn’t. You allowed them to have a purpose, you and your friends. You gave them meaning when they were alive. You mattered to them, and I think that's all you really needed.” The words the deity said were replied with silence, as Albertuah couldn’t speak anymore. But he stared at the deity, simply smiling, with a tear crawling down his cheek. As both turned back at the statue, they both found the air comforting, as the final stone of the statue crumbled onto the ground. Both of the deities were gone and the only sound heard was the blowing wind, playing in the trees."