About
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I've quit Gaia for good. If you want to find me, ...well, good luck. For those who are my better friends you probably know where I'm at now. If I missed you somehow, I apologize. >_>;
For those potential hackers out there, I have already given away everything in my inventory to my friends, so don't even bother. It's not lik they're worth anything anymore in this world of chaotic economy anyways.
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AM TEMPORARILY BEING USED AS MY MAIN, because Gaia perma-banned my Fading Existence account for "botting" under false accusations on October 29th, 2008. How nice. *eye roll*
I have filed an Inquiry/Appeal form to Gaia twice so far; the first time I got an automated response declaring that they don't ban people for no reason and that they have proof I was botting (when I seriously doubt they do), and the second time,
"Thank you for submitting your report.
Your report has been placed in a queue, and a moderator will contact you by PM to request more information or to update you on the status of your request.
Thank you for using Gaia."This mail was received on January 28, 2009...hopefully the moderator will contact me soon. *sigh*
February 19, 2010: Woo, looks like they completely ignored me. How...
unexpected. *eye roll*
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Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.
Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
Act II
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.
Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return.
Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely.
Act V
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
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We can embrace love; it's not too late.
Why do we sleep instead, with hate?
Belief requires no suspension
to see that Hell is our invention.
We make Hell real; we stoke its fires.
And in its flames our hope expires.
Heaven, too, is merely our creation.
We can grant ourselves our own salvation.
All that's required is imagination.
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