Thank youu

Part Three.

Part Three.

Part Three.

Laughter echoed across the vastness of her mind as she felt herself walking, cold and alone, through a familiar town she was certain she had never been to before. People she passed were all taller than her and looked down at her, chuckling, nodding in her direction as they spoke with one another. The town had a notable overcast of somber blue-gray about it.

Reinita pressed on, walking down the winding street past the multitude of people she had never seen before, their faces clear and producing in her a feeling of longing for an unknown past and repulsion. Each was more beautiful than the next, ethereal existences in an ephemeral plane.

At the end of the road she walked along, floating, clear, glass steps that ascended up forever into the sky. She began to walk up these steps, each solid beneath her feet. She knew in her heart if she looked down, she would see the world below; despite this, her eyes were focused up into the sky, at what had to be the logical end of the stairs.

As she continued her climb, she made it past the clouds. It was getting harder to breathe, and she was beginning to tire. Still, Reinita climbed on, until she saw the vast blackness of night above her, and a pinpoint of swirling light, blue and red, up above. With renewed vigor, she pushed on, the light getting brighter and closer, until she was at a platform.

An amorphous, muscular man stood at an anvil, looking forlorn. He had but one arm - the left one - and on the right, attached to his shoulder a glass-and-metal contraption that ended in a pair of pliers. His body was like he was made of moving, shifting glass, and in him, all the patterns of space.

He slowly turned to look at Reinita with his bright eyes, shining like stars. His mouth moved, and the words he spoke were unintelligible to her. Yet, she understood them...

Where is my hammer?

Can we please have a part 3?

sick

No use being mad at the truth

read the god using Ornn's voice from league, absolutely wonderful.

>Thy make me want to vomit.

That would be

>Thou makest me desire to vomit.

similar to the Lord's Prayer

>Thou makest me lay down in green pastures.

The pronouns "thy" and "thine" rhyme with "my" and "mine" because they have the same functions as each other, respectively.

>Thou will drink thy soup and I will drink mine.

>I will eat my bread and thou will eat thine.

Glad you liked it. Alas this is not a Star City chronicle, just a fun one off.

NEED a part 3

I was a 4 book saga of this duo

"Wakey wakey, you barbaric fuck."

Luguselwa's eyes fluttered open and darted around the room as he asked, "Where am I?"

I approached from behind and spun around the chair he was tied to. "Oh, I'd say this is somewhere between the fifth and sixth rings of Hell. I'm not so arrogant as to declare this the ninth, after all."

Luguselwa glared at me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Name's Bivolvo. I work for a certain group you're rather well acquainted with."

"Bleeding Edge."

I patted Lu on the head as I replied, "Top of the class there, friend. Now, I imagine you thought the consequences of your actions were behind you once the others escaped your little torture camp. I'm all too happy to dissuade you from that notion. Very happy."

Lu smirked at me as he fired back, "Oh, you stupid little street rat. I have the best personal security detail money can buy. The second they find you, you're getting tossed into a hole and buried alive."

"Look to your right."

Lu humored my request, at which point his smirk disappeared instantly. Scattered along the wall were the remains of Lu's prized security team, their blood drying on every surface. Two of them were slumped against a wall with their skin from sternum to forehead flayed off, one was hanging from the ceiling by a barbed wire noose, another was split in half, and the remaining four were nothing but a massive pile of raw flesh clumped together in front of a meat grinder. Lu promptly threw up on himself as I deadpanned, "Oh yeah, you really got your money's worth with those assholes."

Lu stared at me in abject horror. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

I pressed my switchblade against his throat and hissed, "No no no no no no, you don't get to ask that of me. Especially not when you had my crew, my friends, held captive and subjected to things that would've gotten somebody fired from the fucking CIA. Those people took me in when the rest of the world told me to do everyone a favor and kill myself. And you slammed their heads against death's door to get what you wanted out of them."

As Lu looked like he was pissing himself, I abruptly put away the switchblade and picked up a case that was laying next to Lu's chair. I popped it open and pulled out an emergency flare as I looked at Lu with a stoic expression and said, "You know, they say in the realm of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."

"No, no, please don't--"

I forced Lu's eyelid up and ignited the flare. "You ready to find out how a commoner lives, friend?"

It is possible to ascend to godhood, provided you perform a miracle. What you will be the god of is determined by the miracle you performed. You just had a completely ordinary day when you suddenly feel divine power flow through you.

As a confirmed member of the Gaian Church, your beliefs are as far from technology as it is possible to be (a personal choice influenced by your great grand aunt's dedication to Gaia.)

As a technology researcher, you are as far from nature as you can get (a stipulation of your inheritance from your great grand uncle, brother of your aunt.)

In your latest research, disaster strikes, threatening everything you have been working towards.

In desperation, you pray to Gaia for aid, and she answers.

Ghosts exist in Star City now?

​

Once again, good story!

Nah it's just Devil of War: Ragnarok

[WP] The year is 2042 and things aren’t going well for you. In your hour of need, you fall to you knees and sincerely pray to god and to your surprise, he answers. Interestingly, he only speaks Hawaiian.

P E R F E C T I O N

It depends on what material it just struck. Most of the time it tastes like chocolate

NGL this sounds like an anime plot.

Tagging Turkeys

The flashing phone screen coupled with the shrill alarm shook Carter Cartwright awake. He frantically searched for his phone, it had migrated under his pillow. The bright light stung his eyes, he squinted to see what the racket was. A new notification, the only one allowed on his phone. Carter quickly rolled over, shaking his girlfriend Samantha's shoulder.

"Babe wake up! New G-Gang vid dropped!"

Samantha bolted awake. The two sat up as Carter opened up tok-tik.

"What up fleshies!? It's ya boy Bonerattler and Poulterghoul! Dropping this special Turkey Day video!" Bonerattler spoke directly into the camera, his almost transparent skull adorned with a pilgrim's hat. Poulterghoul's shadowy figure floated in the background wearing a feathered headdress. The two apparitions floated high in the sky, cars whizzing past them like ants entering a hill.

"We're gonna tag up some festive shit on the Yavuz Sultan Selim Bridge. We're about a thousand feet in the air, we scared!? Fuck no! We living that Ghost Gang Afterlife baby!" Bonerattler violently shook two cans of spray paint, the marble inside the cans rattled along with his ethereal bones.

"Ghost Gang!" Poulterghoul yelled, his shadowy tendrils forming an intricate gang sign.

"What was your favorite turkey day food P?" Bonerattler inquired.

"The souls of the damned homie! Ghost Gang!" P shouted.

"Damn that's some cold blooded shit, real gangsta. Respect. Me, I like green bean casserole, that shit is fire! Drop a comment on this vid, let us know what you fleshies like stuffing down your throats on turkey day!" Bonerattler knew comments would help with the algorithm.

The video continued with time lapsed footage of the two tagging the top of the bridge from a wide angle, the tag blurred out. The two apparitions tossed their spray paint cans into the air defiantly.

"Alright we tagged that bitch ass bridge up good! If you wanna see the whole piece get your ass on a plane to Turkey, ya turkeys! Ghost Gang out!" Bonerattler spread his arms, P oozed around him.

"Ghost Gang!"

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##First Day in the Sun

Ackley sits alone in the cellar. Someone opens the door and tosses in a plate. The door shuts quickly. Outside, Ackley hears the villagers teasing the unlucky soul who had to interact with their prisoner.

Picking up his stick, he walks to the plate. The chain restrains him from getting next to the plate. They never bother to ensure he can reach the food given. Ackley uses the stick to slide the food closer. Collapsing on the floor, he stakes several bites. Stale bread. At least, it isn't moldy.

Using the plate, Ackley strikes at the chain several times. The chain has rusted faster down here. The villagers never considered that their curse would effect it. One of the links splits. With all of his spite, he pulls with his leg until the chain breaks.

The harvest festival will get another guest.

People gasp and stare when he enters the town square. A few people faint at the site of him. A few whisper in confusion. Some deny their eyes. There's no way he could've escaped. Ackley walks to the table and grabs a piece of the turkey.

"Such a lovely day isn't it." Ackley squints his eyes as he looks at the sky for the first time in years. No one dares respond to him. Ackley laughs. "You've kept me locked up for thirty years, and you have nothing to say to me?"

"I'll say something." Caldwell stands supporting himself on a small cane. "We were all horribly distraught when the witch cursed us. No child should've gone through what you did, and no parent wanted to see their kids suffer. That's why we drew lots; luck didn't favor you that day."

"Do you still tell that story?" Ackley laughs. "My mother told me the truth before she died. You made a deal with the enchantress. Prosperity in exchange for all the suffering going to a single person. Volunteering would've been the true selfless act. You cowards took the option that would prolong the effects."

"You are correct in that we were selfish fools," Caldwell sighs, "But what would you have us do instead?"

"You're going to have to figure out the answer to that question." Ackley takes a bite of fruit. "I am retaking my time in the sun. Enjoy the pain and horror you inflicted on me."

His legs move with the power stored in them for decades. Fresh air kisses his face. The birds sing to welcome him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees their fields start to go bad and laughs to himself. No more easy path, but he will not concern himself with them.

In the woods, the grass welcomes his feet. The branches part for his arrival. In a small clearing in the middle, he bathes in the sunlight. Ackley is free and alive.

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