JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Most Recent Posts
"I think so. She always was talking about how she could do better than the abnegation and that dauntless would be the perfect weapon. I'm worried Willow." He whispers softly, in the distance Jason noticed a pair of headlights driving towards the Amity. "Why would Erudite be here?"
Jason grabbed Echo's hand. "Come on, there isn't much time left. We need to move now!" He said as he pulled her towards the exit of the facility
Jason held the girl and just layed there for a while before turning his head towards her. "My mother was in Dauntless HQ. Something doesn't seem right with that." He whispers to her softly. "I'm worried something might happen "
Jason quickly got down on the blanket next to Willow. He kissed her cheek Softly so she knew he was there.
Jason looked around and started chanting softly. His chants contiued until at the end his eyes glowed green and green energy gathered around the boy's body then expelled into the ground. "RISE AGAIN. EXACT YOUR REVENGE ON THESE MEN. RISE TO DEFEND YOUR KING" The boy yelled as the energy finally disappeared. With that being said, undead soldiers began to climb out of the ground around Jason. At first just skeletons, but then they were covered with a ghostly outline of their skin. All of them experiments that had perished at this facility. "Go forth and destroy our enemies. Any experiments that aren't so insane that they will kill anything they see, make sure they escape alive. I want every single being that is not insane out of here alive, save for those who work here and do the horrible deeds." Jason said to the undead, who all nodded and ran through the facility "Now we escape"
"No. Weapon. Just. Hand. Fight. With. Honor." The Jitawê told Jason in very broken english. The boy nodded and dropped his weapon, waiting for the lizard to charge him. When it did, the boy simply side stepped, so that now the lizard's back was to the door pixie was outside of. The Jitawê lunged and tried to bite Jason, but was met by a metal fist of Jason's armor. Which had hardened once again. He slammed the Lizard against the wall, using his arm as a method to hold it thete by its neck. Then produced the Lizard's remaining proton Axe. Which Jason had stolen. Then he slammed the weapon into the creature's gut with enough force that ir actually piercied the door. Giving Pixie her answer to who won the fight.
Jason looked over at the girl. "Are you coming? They're going to kill you anyways." He says as he steps into the hallway, a guard then stops and stares. "Bu-but you're dead! You died 6 months ago when I shot you." The man yelled. Jason simply smirked. "Time to die" and the man flew against a wall.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to avenge the damned who have died. And one my former Queen. I am not, however letting you stay and suffer through what me and her had to during the final months of our lives." Jason says as he blows off the door. Sending it slamming into a wall.
Jason quickly shadow travelled into the room in this entire building he still knew, his old cell. In it he found a girl who was laying on her bed. He had made a slight sound upon entering when he founf that the floor had been dropped 2 feet and stairs added near the door. So it might disturb her.
As Jason strode out of the forest, breathing air for the first time in 6 months, he looked around, amazed at how the world had rapidly changed. As he looked at the facility where he had previously died, he rubbed his arms. Remebering how they had cut his off and replaced it with a metal one. Thankfully the boy had gotten his normal arm back since then. As he stared at the mechs patrolling and all the new tech. Jason pieced together what had happened since then. He had to get inside.
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