Is it strange that I want to be at school right now
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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
At the sound of the words “were-wolf” Nathaniel brandished his sword again, jabbing it directly into Leonils chest, not cutting through, just pushing against it. ”WE ARE NOT WORKING WITH WEREWOLVES!”, his voice echoed within the helmet, a slight of pain could be heard but would be passed off by rage. Nathaniel pulled away his sword and dug it into the ground beneath him, ”We will not fight a battle against hell with the spawn of hell, we will gather men from all of the world to fight against this vampire menace, there are still many who may help us, the flame hunters of the east and the vampire hunters in the north who are closest to Gallowstein. We do not need the aid of monsters in a war against them, we have what we need right here.”, before the incident Nathaniel would not have been like this, he never dreamt of hunters and xenophobic wars, he was a holy man. The populace heard shouting and came to see what was wrong, soon they too would be plotting against the vampires, many came forward and crowded, a large group of armed men appeared from the ruins of the city, men young and old, all led by a gruff man with a sledge hammer. “We want to fight them, this world belongs to us!” He said, the formation of men behind him shouted in unison, they were not soldiers but they sure acted the part. Nathaniel looked to his old friend and to the ragged young werewolf whom he didn’t know the identity of, waiting for their response.
Catalyst academy, a strange place, never had Zeger been around so many occult and fantasy fandoms in one place, at lunch breaks the youth would play some form of dungeons and dragons, magic, yugioh, some even found sanctuary only speaking of the subject. Zeger sat tight in his chair as an even stranger tall man entered, then, almost as if he had been put in a coma, he began to see visions, his avatar/battlemage stood before him, no, floated, a battle raged around him, fire and steel against each other. Time began again, like a dream ending, an abrupt end at that, though, Zeger couldn’t help the feeling of forever, he always felt this way after dreams. “You alright?” Said his faceless friend, one of his only friends since coming to the island. “Yeah, I’m alright, the question is, though, who’s that tall guy?” “Dunno, new Teacher perhaps.”, Zeger stared intently as the conversation between the two ensued, the student and the man, before he knew it they had dueled, strange, why would someone just walk into a school And duel a student...
One of the last human settlements in this world had been reduced to ash and rubble, only pockets of human resistance could be seen and even then there were still only few. On the ground lay a single locket, proof of hunters in the area, while Lapenzan had been a werewolf governed settlement hunter safe houses can be located where ever possible, one such safe house lies underneath the roads of Lapenzan. ”If you can gather the people together I can supply weapons and armour, gear specifically for the hunt.”, the hunt, a term made by the wolf hunters of Lapenzan, when the hunter population grew to its peak they would come from the shadows and hunt down any and all inhuman beings, a massacre for the good of humanity. The gear acquired from hunter safe houses can vary from the very basics to advanced equipment such as holy water and garlic bombs, the safe house below Lapenzan had just enough for a small force only capable of taking towns, though, not enough to besiege Gallowstein, they would need more aid to take on the brunt of the vampire menace.
Guy was caught by surprise when a boy next to him spoke, something about not wearing footwear indoors, he quickly pulled them off realising the rules. The line moved and they were soon out of the dormitory, a few moments later they entered a large hall, the mess hall, other students had already taken their seats with food trays, Guy followed suit. The morning meal was a bowl of oats, a piece of fruit and a cup of milk, as it was on most days, nothing fancy, the idea is to keep food cheap but still sparing in energy, oats is enough for even the most athletic of people.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>