365 days at the side of the Dark Lord

[LordBloodySoul]

031. Catastrophe

~The door opened. Shepard was engulfed by the humming of the Drive Core. Arham stared out of the small hull window, gazing upon the massive Round-shaped metallic construct. He hummed a sorrowful tune along the pressing melody of the Tantalus Drive Core. Shepard walked towards him, spying over the mountains of blueprints, papers and holo projected models. “Do I interrupt?”, she asked politely. Arham shook the head and turned around, facing her with a smile. “No... I was just remembering...” “Something special?”, she wondered curious. Arham sighed, looked down on the ground, folding his hands nervous or even frightened. “My time during captivity... Long passed memories...fears, I wish to forget...” The Soleilan walked to the table, looked at the holo of Harbinger, spinning silently in front of his eyes. “I remembered the days of torture I had been through... The month that nearly took my sanity... My...mortality... ...The years I’ve yearned for death... For salvation... ...And I remembered Harbinger... ...my friend... ...who came...destroyed them...and saved me...” “You never speak much about your past, Arham. Not about yourself for that matter.” The Soleilan sat on the box closest to the table, sighing. “Catastrophe...”, Arham stated grim, “A word of your tongue... Fitting...but not enough...” “It must have been rough... I’m sorry...”, Shepard apologized for reminding the technician. “Rough...does not cut it, Commander...”, the Soleilan sighed, “I have lived within a lie for many years... I have been running and hiding from those I loved... ...Those I cherished as family once... ...I’ve been hunted by them...tortured for centuries... ...All because of one decision... ...One that I never regret... ...Not even today...” “Not even when seeing all this terror and death they cause?”, Shepard muttered mad. “No... ...for you and your kin exist thanks to their influence... ...That might sound cold, but it what I truly believe. I just hope that I can end it...even though I might have to destroy the once I love more than my own...” Arham sighed and looked at the Drive Core again, humming that melody of mystery. Shepard felt that this war was more than this technician wished for. More than he had bargained for. And he suffered. He suffered even worse than any soul in the universe.~

~Mass Effect 3 – The Black Spacer – Chapter 39 – “The Leviathan on Rannoch”~  

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032. Betrayal

~”You failed…servant…” The indoctrinated grinned, walking up to the holo of Harbinger, trampling over the corpses of Collectors he had slaughtered. “What do you hope to accomplish with this rebellion?”, the Reaper growled, “There is nothing left for you in this world.” “Sovereign.”, Husk hissed and smiled even wider, “The master…has returned…” “Fool…” “You are the fool, Harbinger.”, the young man stated and smashed the console, stealing data from its core, “You did not see. Sovereign has returned…within the Shepard woman. She surpassed you. The Normandy surpassed whatever you had thrown at them. No matter how long you may struggle, Harbinger. Husk has found his trail. He shall join Sovereign. He shall serve only the Sovereign!” He pulled his arm out of the console and ran to his ship, fleeing the station, followed by the rupturing explosion. “Sovereign…Master… wait for this one… Your agent…returns to your side…”~

~Mass Effect 2 – The Agent of the Sovereign – Chapter 55 – “Flames of Victory”~  

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033. Rules

Rules are important
So they say
But rules are chains
Others preach and pray
Rules have purpose
To guide and protect
Rules hold us down
Keep corruption well fed

If one asks me what side I take
I tell them the following thing
Whatever is right and wrong – what to keep and to break
That you only know deep within
Because your common sense is the law that you should follow all life

 

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034. Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day I’ll apologize to you
Tomorrow is the day I’ll go to show my talent to the world
Tomorrow is the day I’ll tell you
Tomorrow is the day I’ll regret the mistakes I had done today

Tomorrow is the day you’ll have to say farewell to me
Tomorrow is the day you’ll regret all the times you never tried to hold me back
Tomorrow is the day you’ll morn me
Tomorrow is the day we both have stopped to see each other in the eye

Tomorrow – don’t let it be the last day
Tomorrow – don’t let people remember you badly
Tomorrow – don’t push aside things too important to be left unsaid
Tomorrow – don’t let people ever forget

 

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035. Rock 'n' Roll

“What?”, he wondered surprised. Isaac stared outside with an expressionless gaze, muttering and explaining his thoughts to his band colleges. “Rock’n Roll is a ballade.”, he stated, “It’s a rhythm, a dance that cannot be expressed through poetry and poem… A power, a force of spirit that thunders through each bone, giving life to those lost to death and despair.” “That is a weird way to…express it.”, Eo stated surprised. Al raised his shoulders and grinned. “I am not much found of poetry.”, he laughed. “Music is poetry…”, Isaac said and folded his hands nervously, “It is just not always expressed with words…”

~Rock Band – Alliance – Chapter 4 – “Rise of Rock Ballade”~  

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Week VI
036. Refugee

There will be a time when one will feel the terror
There will be a moment when peace leaves your side
There will be a foe that you dare not to face
There will be a time filled only with despair

You travel alone – shadows follow your steps
You travel alone – screams left in your head
You travel alone – family has been lost
You travel alone – wondering what was the cause

You seek refuge in houses
You seek refuge in churches
You seek refuge in the arms of stranger
You seek refuge in the hearts of others

Refuge being all that is left.  

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037. Queen of Hearts

A tale of wonder
Told through the ages
It never change one part
Not even the Queen of the Heart

From whispers of madness
Through shouts of impressions
You see chaos evolve
Riddles never solved

This mystic realm of fantasy
Living in all our minds
Beware, though, the Queen of Hearts
No chain her anger ever binds

The Queen of Red, the mistress of Cards
Lose your head not when facing her
The Queen of Hearts

 

[LordBloodySoul]

038. Hangman

Sacrifice – I was given to them, so that others may go free
Letting go – Instead of fighting, I stopped caring. Stopped believing…
Surrendering – I lost all Will to fight for Freedom.
Passivity – I will not fight back, for I see no salvation in the dark.
Suspension – They suspended me…upon a tree of pain…
Acceptance – I accepted the torture…the pain and suffering… It is better than false hope…
Renunciation – There is nothing left for me anyway…
Patience – I can wait for death… He will come to me one day…
New point of view – Why did they send me help? Why do they care?
Contemplation – I try to focus my mind…but it is hard to keep track.
Inner harmony – They care and understand… …why it feels so…comforting…
Conformism – Do I dare? … …
Non-action – I will not try to fight back…I will stay…, but is it wrong…to wish again…
Waiting – I waited…suffered so long… How do I wish…for death to rise upon me…
Giving up - … …there is no hope… …it is dead…as my soul…

~One Piece Fan Fiction – Chapter 4 : “The Fabric of Horror” ~ Johann’s Cell Grafitti / Thoughts of the Horror’s Host~  

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040. Radio

~”You’re ticking me off, milk drinker!” I remember yelling at him. He just smirked like it was funny, but he did not understand. I stomped out, leaving him snarling proud of the radio he had broken. My radio he had broken. Engineer won’t like this. I stuck my hands in the pockets, stomped up into my room and slammed shut the door. This was too much. He had crossed the line. I had enough of this. I packed my things and went straight out of the window, leaving the base. Why, some might ask me. Why would I drop off and leave like this? Because of a radio? This little radio was the last thing I had left from my uncle. It belonged to my grandfather first, who held it as he died in his wife’s arms after he dragged himself out of Hiroshima. It is more than just a radio. It is part of me, part of my family. Scout destroyed a piece of me. I left, out into the desert road, living on my own again. The Administrator won’t be so thrilled about it, but I do not care. What can she do, anyway? I am different from them, just like my grandfather’s radio was different from all the others. They have family to return to, or things important to them. Different then me… I have lost one of the three most precious things in my life. Out here in the desert, I just prayed constantly for death. I wanted the grim to take me and drag me to hell. There was no reason for me to be anymore. Two days passed. I walked without hold, strayed from my path, deeper into the desert. Darkness engulfed me and I lost all hope, all reason. I passed out. Within my delirium, the passing dark that had swallowed me, I did not feel, I did not hear. When I returned to my consciousness, I found myself in the Med-Bay, lying on the bed, covered in a blanket. I felt the cold. Chills rolled down my spine as I tried to crawl up. Engineer came up to me and smiled. He placed something on the table, something that surprised me and dragged me into a state of shock and joyful cry. It was my grandfather’s radio, repaired. “Scout tried fixing it himself, but he’s no good with screws and bolts.”, he jested and petted me on the head, “But he’s quite tenacious when it comes to searching. Better rest some more. The wasteland is a darn cold place to spend the night in.” I took the radio and embraced it thankful. “He searched for me?”, I asked and engineer nodded. “Bet he wanted to apologize to you, boy.” I smiled and nodded. Maybe I accept it. Just one more…~

~Team Fortress 2 – The Pit Memo – 189th – “Memory loss”~  

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039. Magic Tricks

~“A trick?”, he smirked devilish, twisting his neck, crocking his smile, “Magic is more than just deceiving trickery. It is a vicious spirit or a guiding guardian, a jolly jester or a merciless tyrant. Magic can mesmerize the common people, will cleave through armies, tear the oceans open, but only one hand needs to be lifted to do so. Magic, young one, is more than deceiving trickery. It can be your strongest ally or your most fierce opponent. I guess I could show you second right now…”~

~Ages of Agony – Page 235, Book I – Chapter 19 – “The Elminster”~

 

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041. Prostitution

Some may choose
Some may be forced to
Some may be born into

Some enjoy
Some despite
Some feel both

Slavery?
Special service?
Abuse?

One mirror alone cannot tell

 

[LordBloodySoul]

042. Celebrating a Birthday

~There was no day in all these years that I despite more than this very one. Twenty years I have suffered, waiting for it to end, so that a new day would devour my pain. That very day had come again, and I was ready to let it fester these old wounds of mine. I woke up in the morning, silence bestowed our humble base. The grounds were so quiet, it was chilling. Had death found me at last? I took a deep breathe, making sure I was still alive before I pulled myself out of bed. After dealing with my shores of daily needs, I headed outside, staring back at their photo on my table. The hallway was so empty. No Medic muttering about medical s**t, no Scout trying to outrun Heavy, no Soldier or Demoman laughing and bombing barrels into outer space. It was far too quiet. I made my way to the kitchen, pulling my hoodie over my hair. It made me realize that I haven’t seen any of the others since yesterday’s afternoon match. I didn’t care much about it, though. Never had I dreamed to see this happen.
When I entered the kitchen, everyone greeted me in celebration. ‘Happy Birthday’, they yelled and cheered. I did not know what to say or if I should smile or scream in anger. This day felt so empty over the past twenty years. I told them about it, but never mentioned when it actually was. Probably Spy found a way into my haven, which made me wish to strangle him. They pulled and pushed me towards the back exit behind the kitchen, dragging me out. I never had expected what I have seen before my eyes. They had built a giant Japanese garden, temple and a summer festival fair with stores. I stood there staring for a while just gazing on to it. The same place, the same day and this in the middle of this American wasteland. I tried to hold my tears in. Medic handed me a yukata with a pattern of cranes and feathers.
They celebrated with me, gave me gifts and even done a traditional Japanese summer firework. I felt like home. I felt back with my family. Father, Mother, Uncle... Are you watching me from afar? I hope you do, because today I cry with joy. I am grateful to them. They showed me something I would never had realized otherwise. I have a family, a big one. And I am not alone anymore…~

~Pit Memo~ 287th day at the Mann Co. Base~  

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Week VII
043. Swearing

~”Laughable... What weakness is harbored within you... Talking big, like gods themselves have touched your lips, but refusing to accept to the words of one wiser than you. Despicable how you swallow all senses and burst with insolence and ignorance. Why is it, that all you can do is defend your opinion by cursing the existence of others? Why do you not listen to others thoughts as they listened to yours? Why must you humiliate and insult? Is that the only way you can go? Is that the only way to state your mind? Is all you wish in life to compromise others by flailing them with tainted words?
If so… …I can do nothing, but pity your meaningless existence…”~

~LordBloodySoul – Horrorpuppets – Stating my mind to the World Wide Web~

 

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044. Parade

~“Admiral? ...What is life outside of the complex like?” The boy gazed weak at his savior, shivering underneath the white coat that was given to him. His eyes teared up again and he scrubbed them off with his thin, bludgeoned fingers. Smoker was surprised and disturbed by the question, realizing that this child might not have seen the sun for so long, he had forgotten. It saddened and angered him. The others could see it, but the boy did not understand, holding the admiral’s hand and slowly limping after his steps. “It’s like...a festival...”, he explained, “A parade of colors and light.” The boy listened fascinated, trying to image the wonders of the outside world in his head. Smoker told the boy with a calm but scruffy voice: “The world outside is bright. The sun is shining and warms your skin. But there is also rain and thunder. Clouds cover the sky and the earth is mostly covered with trees, plants and miles of wide grass fields.” “What...what color is the sky? And what color is the sun?” The young lad looked at him wondrous, trying to spy the answer within his eyes. “The sky is blue, like your eyes. And the sun is...different from time to time. It is yellow, orange or red.” “Like...blood?”, the kid asked scared, shivering in his steps. Smoker stopped and kneed down to him, petting his blonde hair. “No...”, he assured him, “More like an apple or a rose.” The kid thought of all these things, looking curious to the admiral. The big man turned around and pulled the kid gently up on his back. The boy was frightened at first, but his quickened breathing calmed as he felt safer clinging to the shoulders of his savior. “What...what does it sound like...outside the complex?”, he asked curious, “Is...Is it lout?” “Yeah, but not because people are constantly screaming in pain.”, the admiral answered and continued on with the boy on his back, “There are many things to be heard. Birds singing, the wind blowing across the land, critters and insects chirping during the night and the sea is also a very lout place. People are talking and laughing most of the times.” “No saws...? No knives and sharp forks? No...no hammers or nails? No...no...no t...t...” The boy shivered more, trying to bite his own arm in terror. Thoughts of his captivity overwhelmed him and he flinched. Smoker grabbed his hands and looked over his shoulder to him. “It’s a parade, boy. A world of color and joy. I promise to show you all, boy. And I will not let anyone harm you again.”~

~One Piece Fan Fiction – Chapter 7 : “The Subject” ~ Johann’s View of the Horror’s Host~  

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045. Phobias

“Flames ravaged the desert ground. Screaming and yelling, people flee death at it approached from the hellish smoking ashes. Heavy steps crunched the pieces of smoldering wooden planks, window glass and carnage, slowly approaching the buildings still standing against the raging inferno. Through its dreadful eyes approached a darkness so burning, it melted the flesh from their bones. Closer and closer still it reached for their shivering limbs, lifting its hellish laughter as it stretched its claws to--“ Scout jumped from his seat and ran hysterical screeching through the base, as Pyro giggled in his ear and touched his shoulder. Spy laughed along with Medic and Soldier and Pit shrugged, smirking at Pyro. “I couldn’t have timed that better, my friend.”, he laughed, “Guess he gained a new Phobia. Pyro-Phobia. Hehehe.”

~Pit Memo~ 256th day at the Mann Co. Base - Halloween~