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What Baby Bird Didn’t Expect

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

Baby Bird flew for the first time

With clipped wings she climbed

Landing in a higher branch wasn’t enough

She had to breach the treetops

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

Baby Bird readied for a takeoff

She wasn’t watching for danger

The Hawk swooped in

Swiping her off that branch

Baby Bird is falling

She doesn’t know what to do

So she flaps her clipped wings

But they bring her nowhere

Baby Bird lands in a pile of feathers

She’s right back where she started

At her home nest still dull and brown

She looks up at the blue sky

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

The sky above turns tumultuous

A new Hawk circles with friends

Winds toss branches to the floor

Baby Bird seeks light through the despair

Baby Bird is lost.

Even if she tried to fly

The winds would tear her apart

But it’s just excuses

because all she needs to do is,

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

Baby Bird prepares for take off

But what Baby Bird didn’t expect

Was for her nest to sink

A pit of quicksand slowly claiming her

Baby Bird reaches with torn wings

To the tempest above her so high

The ground swallows her home

It claims her tail and feet

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

Because Baby Bird is paralyzed by fear

If she stays much longer

The sand may kill her

But how can she leap with clipped wings?

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There’s no time to waste

Why haven’t you begun?

Run Baby Bird run

Take that leap of faith

There is time to waste

Victor

Kicked to the ground

Sobbing out tears that drip through blood

As children we barely imagine the round we’d have to face

Elbows and knees scrape against the concrete

Puffy eyes and red veins pulse through me

Why is this world pouring buckets of sleet over my wounds?

My nails are chipped to the bone from clenching into the bloodied floor

There’s nothing to be done

I want it to end

Just do something

Stop this solemn mourn

Life isn’t fair

Get up and move on

Through unimaginable pain we move forward

As a generation of chaos it’s all we know

I’m not the only one swimming toward a salvation that doesn’t exist

Maybe that’s why this all feels so hopeless

Thousands of 20-somethings jobless, crying out “you can’t leave us like this?!”

The tunnel drags on but the light at the end is a thunderous tempest

We can’t run so we crawl

If life is only this rainstorm we need to learn to sing

Louder than the thunderclap

Higher than the patter of droplets on our glass eyeballs

Bigger than the cloud that encompasses everything

If life is victory and pain

Maybe giving up is losing the game

I get up and wipe my eyes

Chapter six is finally here!

At roughly 4,818 words and with an omake, I managed to not only break a truth saying I'd be working on something else entirely, but also managed to get the group a new servant.

Cannmont; Province of Heerhoven-Osterzell, Democratic Socialist Federation of Yytuskia (Oct. 31st, 2029)

Well, I got back into Cities:Skylines proper again, and I figured I’d post a picture of the new city I’m working on as it ties into the lore of my novel. This is the Yytuskian city of Cannmont, a burgeoning steel and shipbuilding city on the country’s northern coastline. 

Officially formed in 1881 CE around the Konigsstahlwerkes company, the city grew along the Oster river and became the provincial capital of the Osterzell area, until the unification of the Heerhoven and Osterzell provinces in 1921 CE, when the city of Altenbach became the provincial capital. Becoming a major shipbuilding city in service of the Yytuskischereich in 1943 during the Thirteen Years War - internationally known as the Great War - Cannmont served as the second-best port in the nation until 1991, when the Soviet government began a massive disarmament program and scrapped most of the navy. Nowadays it serves mostly as a tourist attraction, even though the steelworks an hours drive south are still active.

I managed to get this screenshot overlooking the Gravehill suburbs from the weather station in the center of the map. As you can see, the suburbs themselves are down below, just above the weather station-house, and the city proper spreads until the horizon. I really like this picture actually.

Chapter Four has dropped!

We’re finally getting deep into Singularity F with Helmuth von Trotha and Elma Hertzog. I’m thinking that the Singularity itself will be three chapters or so (4 to 7), while the chapter after will be getting to Chaldea for our plucky heroes.

Again, hope you all give it a read, if you’re here for the first time, skip back to the first chapter, but other than that, give it a follow, maybe leave a comment I dunno.

So, chapters two and three are now out. That’s a lie, chapter two came out last week, I just forgot to post here!

Well crap. Would you look at that? I’m back in business!

I just managed to fix up and repost the first chapter of a brand-new fanfic from yours truly! Do you like half-constructed worldbuilding? Do you like being in said world for the sum of like, two whole chapters before the main character gets transportalpondered elsewhere? Do you like a main character that’s morally ambiguous? And most importantly, do you like Fate Grand/Order or the Nasuverse in general!

Well then, get ready to be disappointed! Because I’m going to suck at this but try my best! I’m going for like, a weekly update schedule, but I’m terrible with deadlines so bear with me. Also, if you are interested, please, by all means, leave a comment and a follow, or just boost this. I do require constructive criticism after all!

I actually hope you all will enjoy it, by the way.

Searching For A Thing Like Fate

Blunders and chaos mark the human way,

Fault and blame the first chosen reaction.

Centuries at fault and still I’m crawling,

Destitute to my own twirling downfall.

Soothsayers claim ‘pain trumps the emptiness’,

A slight of words to convince the heeder,

That the hole we see isn’t so gaping.

I call them monsters, the ones I fear now

You call them demons, the ones we can’t see.

What they are can’t be defined by us alone;

Yet maybe they carry form without name.

Beneath the breaking sky trouble bubbles.

Guileless creatures go forth with grim ends,

And deceptive daemons dance with devils.

Empty world to be filled with empty minds.

Spinning in stretched circles the fool cries out,

Is fighting and losing all we can do?

For he had never read that history.

Through the fool's insanity forms a mob.

They hadn’t known the world they rebuilt fell,

For the reasons the one they destroyed dropped.

Can life be stopped if such a force demands?

The fool thinks not but carries on his search.

For a rough religion, the courtly folk,

An above presence that doesn’t exist.

She smiles on the fool from place on high.

The crazy man who could never know this,