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  1. It was a light, October morning where the leaves, wearing tints of orange and brown, still fell from oak-bordered trees, layering upon white, tip-frosted strands of grass. Cold wind whisped, bending the trees, and shaking them down to wear they bore nothing but their naked branches, ruffling against each other. The sky was filled with streak-scattered, silvery-white clouds, hiding lilac covered light that started to change to a periwinkle, cerulean tone. Grey stones perched against each other, side by side, standing just ten feet above the ground, on top of a red-bricked wall. Gray tracks strayed perpendicular from the brick landing, over a gravel surface, receding toward where the sun was rising and proceeding to where the sky never seemed to end. The air breathed a cold sensation, halting people atop the platform in their place, trying to grab the clothing that they could extend and stretch over their skin that remained naked, uncovered. Sparks started to fly around the area, lighting up the ground that filled with charcoal smoke, with a piercing shriek hurdling away from the tracks, toward the air above it. People stood atop the platform; Their ears overwhelmed, by the sound and the cold air, that they pressed against their naked skin again, trying to retain warmth and keep out sound. Finally, the painful sound dismissed itself from the presence of all who stood around, waiting for it to be gone, and there was a ten-cart train that mounted on the tracks. Sparks bestowed the air, fading before meeting from their crimson skin, falling into the gravel below, and losing their light. The train came to a stop, fully, docking into the station. People released their grasp upon themselves, where there was no sound, from the friction of the train’s wheels and the tracks, to harm their ears, but still having the brisk air to tense them up again. Men went to grab their brown, tan, and black leather briefcases, lifting them up into the air. The trailer doors of the train sped to either side, opening up for passengers to cross over the medium. Feet shuffled, marking up the ground and stepping over the empty pit between the platform and the train. The platform suddenly became empty, while the train filled up, except for one man who was hunched over on a bench, alone, with an empty book in his hand. He slapped the book closed, snapping his fingers over his palm, putting his arm to his side. Ee arose from the bench, layered in a green shirt that was under a white sweater under a gray peacoat, with blue jeans that straightened up. With only a book in his hand and an eagerness to jump aboard for a journey all his own, by himself, he prepared himself. He got up from the tanish, undried bench, and steadied toward the train, while everyone else had already found their seat and took it. The man got on to the train at the last possible second. The doors alarming their ordinance to shut, close. He stood in the entry way, with aisles on either side to him. The walls were brimmed with mis-colored posters, parallel with each other, of advertisements that seemed well passed their longevity. Windows balanced the walls, being placed between posters, so the natural scenery wasn’t taken over by daunting images that passengers made effort to ignore. The cart was split into two sides, having sets stacked across the whole of the cart, only one walk way meeting in between the sections. Most seats were taken by people who had their heads glued to newspapers, dated to the most recent date, with events that took place not too long ago. Each passenger present, but the atmosphere hallowed. The train felt lonely, plain, empty, even with all of these people around. The man looked over faces, while he made his way down the aisle, with no recognition to anyone that bent their head down toward the stories that laid in their hand. He peered his head. He wasn’t just looking for a seat, instead looked over all who already accompanied one. His face grinned when he came to a familiar face that stood out amassed the unrecognized. Sat down was a old man, who seemed to be someone from long ago. The man looked to his book and walked himself through the aisle. To find himself welcomed, he only had to understand the world that he was in and recognize the beauty. For that endeavor, it brought him peace. A lesson he learned a long time ago, from someone who came off as a complete stranger, but changed a perspective on the world around this man. The man was alone on his way to a seat, but wasn’t worried about being alone. In fact, it was his way to enjoy the company of others, he didn’t have to worry them or trouble them for anything. He only had to focus on himself and enjoy the ability to be alone. He had moved on from all who came into his life, as they would all leave and never came back. Though, there is one time where this man only seemed to be accepting of someone taking place in his occupied space, a man who let him learn about the calmness of being by one’s self. All that that person had left behind was the simple book that this man hadn’t ever let go of. He finished his stride to the seat, his book still resting in his palm, gripped tightly, coming to the untaken seat. He sat down and claimed it as his own, his own little world amongst the collective of all the ones surrounding him. He opened the book in front of him, to the page behind the cover, but he couldn’t even read the first line until he was interrupted by the sound of the conductor reciting the next stop, “Road to Nowhere, we’re going to be here for a while”. That wasn’t exactly what the conductor said, it is just what this man had heard, to comfort him, readying to dive into his own world, like everyone around had already done. He was ready for the train ride itself, yet he couldn’t seem to start the story that laid in his hand. As he laid the book in his hand, handled just the spine, but couldn’t seem to find a hold on reality, while among people that he could consider peers, they were already worlds apart, riding along on their own trip with their own destination, and all this man has is a book in his stead and nothing but eyes gazed to the one who he might have known. Could it have been that guy? He shook off those ideas and went back to reading, turning to the first page and starting upon a journey that would take him somewhere, where he didn’t worry about the place he was going or those would come interrupt his journey. The book only meant that he would enter a different place, where only the words on the page made sense and could be rationalized into a dreamscape that was defined by already predetermined thoughts, understandings, yet he only understood the timing for his trip, not the reason for going on it. A stranger had given him this book, sending letters throughout the years, finding a collection with them, together. While the trip was to finally move on from a part of him that had already moved on. It was a testament to moving forward, unknowingly into a blank void, with no goal in mind and no one to help him find that goal, except what he had already known and had with him. He only had that book and himself at this point, with a place that, while comfortable in physicality, was the most painful experience that had happened thus far. He was here, by himself, amongst a crowd of people that had secluded himself, while being able to adjust to their own sphere of relevance. Until the train stopped again, and someone moved up from the seat, a man with a gray, shimmering sight, wearing clothes that seemed to fold to their own creases. This balded-scalp gentleman pointed to the book, rested against the walls that confined the one who sat, and said, “That is a book that I haven’t read in a long time, it is a good read. I hope you can enjoy yourself with it.” The man looked up, looked at the one in front of him, and recognized the face. “The world isn’t so lonely as it may be, ‘Love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…’” Spoke the gentleman, beholding a smile that seemed to calm and lighten up a space that was filled with nothing the man. All he could think was, so it was him. The gentleman spoke, “Why don’t we discuss it after the ride? I have no destination in mind, but would gladly accept your company.” and he smiled, for the company of someone else. The world blurred, and he wasn’t worried about the places he would be, but finally the person who helped him grow to become the man he is.
  2. I assigned a creative piece; The assignment was that I needed to write 3 different chapters that took inspiration from The Beetle by Richard Marsh, from the Beetle’s perspective. Here are the three chapters I wrote for the assignment: Beauty in Bareness I pierce the lips of the world, recognizing the naked beauty that it holds. How natural it must to be, yet the natives restrict it through the garments they wear. I desire to bring out their beauty, not of the individuals. No, not them. Those monsters, how indecent. I must teach them the beauty that they hold naturally, by getting rid of what keeps them out of reach. What restricts them, confines them to their most horrible nature. These creatures, whatever they are, are monsters nonetheless. Though, it is their bareness and most natural way of life that is truly beautiful. These creatures stray from their beauty. Has a whole, their beauty is what brings out their life. Though they hide behind, under, and within, such disgusting fibers upon fibers…as it is them. It cannot be, nor will I let it become. I will help them to grasp their nudeness, the most refined form of who they are and what they can be. I will free them from their bondage, and I must start with those who enter my sanctum. I must show them the beauty that these creatures have deterred away from, by breaking them from their chains and show what is truly beautiful. Reflect their beauty through me and use that to teach them that they restrict themselves from what would make these creatures…just so beautiful. The Tongue The GREAT Paul Lessingham becomes distant, not accepting what I have tried to show him and even go so far to reject my display. It is not good enough and I must advance more, that I can help Paul Lessingham…and maybe he could help me. His piercing eyes grasp me, hold me still and restrain me that I do the same to him, only to have him know how he makes me feel. The Great Paul Lessingham is greater than just by his bareness, for he takes himself in and presents it to the world, yet he still hides behind his garments. He holds himself back from being more than him. His body, most pure, is the most beautiful object in the world, that I must explore it and learn what makes it so beautiful. It is more than himself, he has caught me and entrapped me that I do not fight back. I want him to know of me as I have learned of him. He forces his glares while not recognizing me. Instead, he rejects me while only pushing for himself more. His words, how he talks to and about himself, make him be something above his bareness. And it restrains me, that I do not know of why or what I must partake in to free him from what holds him away from who he is. I am trapped by the desire to have the Great Paul Lessingham take me in, to communicate with me and have him feel as he makes me feel. There lacks his desire to learn of me, while he rejects what he thinks I am. To hear his words, to hear his tongue, while not being able to have him hear mine. Beyond our voice, his body strikes me. I know his tongue…I must make him know mine. The Dance I can change to meet their needs and they still only push me away. Their world is filled with people who hide within their presence, the disaster of what they wear. Only do they see the beauty when they see me, but that beauty is beyond what is understood. So, they reject me, call me a monster. Call me something that I dare do not believe. But if they call me a monster and reject my ways; the ways which bring out the most refined sense of beauty, the most natural form of life. It is only now that I am left to travel, forced out of the world that I tried to make better. Away from the world which I have learned to love, tried to make better, to make perfect. The “Beetle” has become my name, a name of the beasts that are so insignificant that they do not care for or recognize. Fitting, for the monster they see me as, even though it is their beauty that they hide from. Their skin, the lovely bareness that is hidden behind clothes. It was mine to touch, hold, observe, and come to love. But it was also those creatures, the voice within the skin that kept me away from what I saw to be perfect. Their perfect nakedness on display for me, in front of me, while I reflect the beauty back to them. Yet, it is not what they desire, and they do not desire me either. I may be a bug, a monster, to them, but they were the most beautiful to me. And it wasn’t meant to be when they cast me out. They cast me away, so away I must go. I learned to love what they hide. And they did not desire to do the same.
  3. Daemon

    One Piece

    The last chapters have been hype, so it is crazy to think that this week is a break. I don't know how to continue forward rght now,
  4. Stratos and Malicious? The deck is already explosive, but now it becomes so much more consistent and stable in the lategame. That is hype for the deck. Maybe the variations might change to include Bubbleman and Absolute Zero, since those cards are "you have to play these cards; they're bad". This is hype. Even Generation Next could be fun, maybe. Pushes Neos and this helps it, too. The deck just pulling off all fronts now, though.
  5. Can I get a reason to why posting my warning record is inflammatory or controversial? I know I am not the biggest advocate for this site or any, but come on; there is nothing wrong with.

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    2. Blake

      Blake

      I hid your last status, not deleted it. Same with Dae's. Don't even try it.

    3. TheEternalWinter

      TheEternalWinter

      What thread dae?

    4. Daemon
  6. "Casted" is not a word. The past tense of the word is "cast".
  7. The Calming Queen LV 7 / LIGHT / Fiend / Pendulum / Effect ATK 2700 / DEF 2000 Scales < 8, 8 > Pendulum Effect: If you have no cards in your other Pendulum Zone: Add 1 “The Haunting King” from your Deck to your hand. If a Pendulum Monster in your Pendulum Zone would be destroyed, destroy this card as well. Effect: You can reveal this card from your hand and discard 1 other Pendulum Monster: Add 1 “The Haunting King” from your Deck to your hand. The Haunting King LV 7 / DARK / Fiend / Pendulum / Effect ATK 2400 / DEF 1800 Scales < 1, 1 > Pendulum Effect: If you have no cards in your other Pendulum Zone: Add 1 “The Calming Queen” from your Deck to your hand. If a Pendulum Monster in your Pendulum Zone would be destroyed, destroy this card as well. Effect: You can reveal this card from your hand and discard 1 other Pendulum Monster: Add 1 “The Calming Queen” from your Deck to your hand.
  8. Adamant HERO Crowning Achievement LV 3 / WATER / Warrior / Effect ATK 1000 / DEF 800 When this card is Normal Summoned: Until the End Phase, “Adamant HERO” monsters you control cannot be destroyed by battle. When this card is Special Summoned: Until the End Phase, “Adamant HERO” monsters cannot be destroyed by card effects. Adamant HERO Furthered Wind LV 3 / WIND / Warrior / Effect ATK 1000 / DEF 800 When this card is Normal Summoned: Target 1 face-up monster your opponent controls; until the End Phase, its ATK is halved. When this card is Special Summoned: Target 1 face-up monster you control; until the End Phase, its ATK is doubled. Adamant HERO Initial Spark LV 3 / FIRE / Warrior / Effect ATK 1000 / DEF 800 When this card is Normal Summoned: gain 200 LP for each “HERO” monster you control. When this card is Special Summoned; inflict 200 damage to your opponent for each “HERO” monster you control. Adamant HERO Inspired Dark LV 4 / DARK / Warrior / Effect ATK 1500 | DEF 1000 When this card is Normal Summoned: target 1 monster on the field; return this and that target to their owner’s hand. When this card is Special Summoned: target 1 Spell/Trap on the field; return this card and that target to their owner’s hand. Adamant HERO Iris Damsel LV 4 / LIGHT / Warrior / Effect ATK 1500 | DEF 1000 When this card is Normal Summoned: you can reveal 1 “Adamant HERO” Pendulum Monster from your hand, and if you do; add 1 “Adament HERO” Pendulum Monster from your Deck to your hand. When this card is Special Summoned; add 1 Spell/Trap from your Deck to your hand, that specifically lists “Adamant HERO” in its text. Adamant HERO Solid Stance LV 3 / EARTH / Warrior / Effect ATK 1000 / DEF 800 When this card is Normal Summoned: Target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster in your GY; add that target to your hand. When this card is Special Summoned: Target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster in your GY; Special Summon it. Childe of the Adamant LV 1 / EARTH / Warrior / Effect ATK 200 / DEF 500 Once per turn: You can reveal “Adamant HERO” 1 Fusion Monster from your Extra Deck, then send 1 of the Fusion Materials whose name is specifically listed on that card from your hand or Deck to the GY; this card's name becomes the sent monster's until the End Phase. Heat of Battle Normal Spell Target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster you control; return that target to your hand, also banish 1 card your opponent controls. Present Presence Normal Spell Target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster you control: Return that target to your hand; Draw 2 cards. You can only activate 1 “Present Presence” per turn. Shield of the Adamant Quick-Play Spell Target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster you control: Return that target to your hand; “Adamant HERO” monsters you control cannot be targeted by, or destroyed by, card effects. Quick-Play Spell When a Spell/Trap Card is activated, target 1 “Adamant HERO” monster you control: Return that target to your hand; negate the activation, and if you do, destroy that card. Bonfire of the Vanities Normal Trap Target any number of “Adamant Hero” monsters in your GY; Special Summon them, and if you do, you lose 1000 LP for each monster Special Summoned by this effect. You can only activate 1 “Bonfire of the Vanities” per turn. Parting Gifts Normal Trap When an opponent’s monster declares an attack: Target 1 “Adamant HERO” you control and the attacking monster; Return the targeted “Adamant HERO” monster to you hand, also negate the attack. Recalling Reinforcements Normal Trap Target 1 face-up monster you control: Return any number of monsters you control to the hand; it gains 200 ATK for each monster returned to your hand this way. Unreal Reality Continuous Trap Once per turn: You can return 1 “Adamant HERO” monster you control or from your Graveyard, then target 1 monster you control; it can’t be targeted by or destroyed by card effects, or destroyed by battle.
  9. Messenger Raven LV 3 / WIND / Winged-Beast / Effect ATK 1000 / DEF 1200 Cannot be Special Summoned. During either player’s turn, when a monster would be Summoned: You can send this card from your hand to the GY; this turn, negate the Summon, and if you do, destroy that card. You can only activate this effect of “Messenger Raven” once per turn. Mounted Cavalier LV 3 / FIRE/ Beast / Effect ATK 1200 / DEF 1300 Cannot be Special Summoned. During either player’s turn, when a player would draw 1 card outside of their Draw Phase: You can send this card from your hand to the GY; this turn, that player discards 1 card instead. You can only activated this effect of “Mounted Cavalier” once per turn. Owl Seer LV 2 / DARK / Winged-Beast / Effect ATK 1300 / DEF 1100 Cannot be Special Summoned. During either player’s turn, when a Spell/Trap would be activated: You can send this card from your hand to the GY; this turn, negate the activation, and if you do, destroy that card. You can only activate this effect of “Owl Seer” once per turn. Weave Wolf LV 2 / EARTH / Beast / Effect ATK 1200 / DEF 1500 Cannot be Special Summoned. During either player’s turn, when a Monster effect would be activated: You can send this card from your hand to the GY, this turn, negate the activation. You can only activate this effect of “Weave Wolf” once per turn. Cemetery of the Familiars Trap Card Banish up to 5 Beast-Type of Winged Beast-Type monsters from your GY; Draw 1 card for each monster banished this way. You cannot Special Summon the turn this card is activated.
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