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Carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted June 01, 2011 12:08 PM |
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The Creation of Worlds.
There is something about life, something about that little spark that keeps everyone alive. I believe it's called 'Hope'. Yes, 'Hope'. I'm not really sure what it is, I knew once, but it abandoned me. Now I live without a spark. Although I sometimes miss the feeling of having a spark to hold on to, I've gotten used to living without it, and it has even given me some benefits.
Sparks are lights, lights in the otherwise dark world of man. Everyone have a spark but me. This means I am living in the dark, right? On the contrary! I live in a much more brilliant light than anyone else, because the loss of my own light has given me the ability to see and feel other's sparks.
You know that girl in the cashier at the local grocery store? The one who always smile so innocently every time you go there. The only thing that keeps her smiling is her uncle. Her parents both left her when she was just a little baby, and her uncle is the only family member and friend she has ever had. Luckily for her, she was his light, so they both took care of each other, and remaind happy.
What she don't know is that soon her uncle will suffer from a heart disease, and both his and her lights will start to flicker, because they are tied together in a close bond, like Yin and Yang, one can't live without the other. The next time you go to buy groceries, she probably won't be smiling so gently.
And you, you think you're happy with the life you're leading don't you? But I can tell you're not completely content, I can tell that as soon as there's something that differs from how you want it, you're uncontent. You may not be protesting about it in public, but for every little thing, your light shines that little bit less, and were it not for all the positive things in your life, your light would soon be put out. And before you know it, your light would disappear.
But if all lights were to disappear, I wouldn't be unique, so I can't have that. I carefully place just enough positiveness in your life to keep your light at the same strength as it is now. And if you behave yourself, I sometimes reward you, increasing your strength slightly.
And all the lights in this world together form a sculpture. A beautifully handcrafted sculpture, made out of small and strong lights, forming that which everyone desires, but no one can really have. Because that sculpture is mine, and mine only. I have created it, and I deserve it.
And it only makes sense that no one can have it, because you're part of it. You're part of my sculpture, you and everything else in the world. Together, you form my scultpure, my creation, my life's work. It started out small, as nothing. But over the course of millions of years, I slowly gathered pieces to create a mold. And soon, the first light appeared. Although a weak one, it was a light, and it was my light. After the first one had appeared, others soon flocked towards it, and each one slightly stronger than the last.
But they were still weak, I needed something that could make them stronger. I needed them to have the will to grow stronger. So I started creating something for the lights, I called this 'Emotions'. Emotions soon grew like a virus, from only being a small part of the light, it became the very essence of it. If I were to remove the emotions from one light, it would soon fade into nothingness and disappear.
Some of the lights have disappeared, leaving an empty shell behind, these I call spirits. Most of the spirits choose to stay near the lights of others, and feed on them. Some, like me, flies away to create their own sculpture. Few succeed, and the ones who do often fail to bring any lights, and no one has managed to create a sculpture as large and as growing as mine. The beauty of my sculpture is not that it's so grand, it's that it's everlasting and everchanging, even after I'm gone, it will keep existing, and keep growing.
Humans, as I call my main source of lights, can see me, they refer to my eyes as the Sun and the Moon. I always watch everything, to maintain the lights for as long as possible. But as all things begin, it must also end. So after some time, I abandon the lights, and create new ones, not all at once, but one at a time, all the time.
The result is a constantly changing sculpture, a masterpiece. Each light is unique, each light differs, even if it is slightly, from every other light that is and has ever been, each light is my own tiny creation, part of my bigger creation.
The lights refer to me as God, and praise me, they have created something called 'Religions' and use them to spread their view of me. They're all correct, in a way. Like them, I am constantly shifting, but unlike them, I have no light, I once had one, I believe, but I abandoned it. Now, I have only darkness, a dark shadow around my sculpture, for it is the only thing I want and need. I create it and make it flourish, but in return, I feed on it, feed on the lights, and allow them to feed on me.
The sculpture is cruel, and does not accept weakness, for each light desires their own sculpture. Some of them create one in my world, but some wish to ascend from my world and create their own, but none of them know that they can not unless they first abandon mine, one can't be part of a world and create another. The lights constantly fight each other to become the strongest light. It's a strange and cruel ladder of which light will be the dominant one. The fun part is that the strongest lights often end up at the bottom of the ladder, because they're the only ones capable of surviving down there, while the weak lights seek asylum higher up, they flock to each other, in order to survive. The stronger lights survive on their own, and they become even stronger, because their emotions are more positive than the weaker lights, who only search for higher ground, instead of being content with that which is already theirs.
I laugh at this behavior, and then I realise, I am really just the same as them, I am constantly searching for higher ground. I constantly seek for my sculpture to grow. And that's when I realise, the sculpture is my light, my light is the strongerst light there is, my sculpture is the strongest light out there, but it's also fragile. It's ruled by weak lights pretending to be strong. So I punish it, I punish my world, my light, myself for being weak. And I hope that one day, maybe, it will become something amazing. Some day, it might actually survive without me. On that day, I am no longer needed. On that day, I will abandon it, and start again from the beginning.
Because after all, this "Perfect World" is far from perfect. Perhaps next time, I will succeed. Perhaps next time, I won't let my lights know that I exist.
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Why can't you save anybody?
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Smithey
Promising
Supreme Hero
Yes im red, choke on it !!!
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posted June 01, 2011 12:32 PM |
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World is what you make of it, so get over yourself or take some prozac man, because your dark world is ridiculous when compared to the world of 90% of hc members...
If it seems a bit harsh, it probably is because the truth usually is harsh 
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted June 01, 2011 02:10 PM |
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Edited by baklava at 14:20, 01 Jun 2011.
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What you need there is a change in approach, son.
See, what we have now is
when what we SHOULD have is
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted June 01, 2011 02:15 PM |
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As long as you do not obsess over it, you make it sound like a meticulous collection than a carefree living. I suppose it makes you feel in control over your life though you'll have to ask yourself how much of it you really need. Or why.
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Adrius
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Stand and fight!
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posted June 01, 2011 02:54 PM |
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Edited by Adrius at 14:54, 01 Jun 2011.
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Well I thought it was pretty cool. Was hoping you'd go evil mastermind and be like "I'LL QUENCH YOUR LIGHT WORLD! PATHETIC SPARKLES!" though.
Heh.
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Carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted June 01, 2011 04:34 PM |
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I wrote this for an English essay, was supposed to write a short story, and after listening to slightly too mych Nirvana, I made this. Which I made as some form of twisted view of God and his work.
Personally, I think it's okay, showed it to a friend and she told me that I should upload it to my "Herpes Community and see what they think about it".
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Why can't you save anybody?
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Azagal
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Smooth Snake
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posted June 01, 2011 04:36 PM |
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Who is your insolent friend and where does she live? The Tiger ninjas still owe me a favour or two and I might just have found some work for them...
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"All I can see is what's in front of me. And all I can do is keep moving forward" - The Heir Wielder of Names, Seeker of Thrones, King of Swords, Breaker of Infinities, Wheel Smashing Lord
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Carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted June 01, 2011 08:12 PM |
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She says she and her army of horny internet perverts will be waiting for you.
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Why can't you save anybody?
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william
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
LummoxLewis
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posted June 01, 2011 08:20 PM |
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Well you'd be more awesome if you could smoke a cigar properly. 
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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
way~
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted June 01, 2011 09:02 PM |
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... Mind if I pirate this post? Thanks...
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted June 02, 2011 08:46 PM |
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While reading this is how I felt about it:
Meh, sounds good ----> Wait, he thinks he is God? ----> God sucks, buh! ----> Hmm, now this seems like it is worthy of praise ----> Was he high when he wrote this? ----> Ohh snap it is really God, BUH!
So meh, was good but not so good as some has said.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted June 02, 2011 08:56 PM |
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I liked it.
Could have used some more cannibalistic orgies, though.
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted June 03, 2011 02:51 AM |
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Damn it Will, I was trying to pump some creative self esteem into the man.
There goes my effort.
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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Fauch
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
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posted June 04, 2011 08:50 PM |
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do god always have to speak through riddles?? seriously...
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Carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted June 30, 2011 02:48 AM |
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I wrote another short story, if anyone's interested in reading it.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted June 30, 2011 05:48 AM |
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Sure! This is some great stuff man. 
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Carcity
Supreme Hero
Blind Sage
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posted June 30, 2011 12:34 PM |
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Okay, this one is somewhat self-destructive, but whatever.
Away
Have you ever felt that longing feeling, when you can't really decide what it is you want, but you're certain that you don't have it. You never really know what it is, but it doesn't matter how many things you get, you never really find what you're looking for. The feeling of longing grows and grows, until one day you can no longer take it. So you let it all out, maybe by singing, maybe by starting a fight or getting drunk. Or maybe just by laying down on the floor to scream. No matter what way you do it, you express yourself, feeling a short burst of relief.
Then one day, you notice that the feeling comes back, you long again, and this time it grows much faster than before. One day, you notice that you're not happy. You feel hollow. No one can help rid yourself of this feeling. And it just grows and grows. One day, this feeling, the feeling of longing becomes the very essence of your soul, you long for a new life, you long for the past, the future and the present. You want everything but can be satisfied by nothing. Like a never-ending hunger eating you from the inside.
One day, you go to the beach, longing for a short swim. But when you arrive, you just stand there. Looking out at the sea, seeing it's flow and constant change, feeling the beauty of it's movement, it's breathtaking. And for a moment, just a short moment, you feel peace, you no longer want anything, you're content, you're happy. But the moment is gone as soon as I came, and you just stand there, longing for that feeling. You stand there until nightfall, hoping the feeling will return.
Night turns to day, day turns to night, but you don't move. You just stand there in a constant silence, watching the sea. You want to feel happy again, you want to feel happiness so bad it hurts inside. One day, it pains you too much. So you slowly starts to walk forward, slowly reaching the sea. When you touch it, and feel it's cold embrace around your feet, you receive a faint feeling of happiness again, and suddenly you throw yourself into the deep blue, hoping the feeling will return.
Driven by a constant panic of forever being unhappy, you struggle on, swimming for your dear life, never-ending. You don't feel exhaustion, you don't feel any pain, just a deep fear, driving you further and further away from the beach. Not once do you turn around, but you struggle on, hoping to find something on the other side. You feel drawn there, by some unknown force inside you. And the further you go, the stronger the feelings of anxiety gets, the stronger your longing becomes, the stronger your fear grows.
One day, you see something far away, it looks like land. You struggle on, and finally, after many days out in the sea, you reach land. And as soon as you touch it, you fall down in exhaustion. There's no one around to help you, you're in pain. You're afraid, afraid of moving, afraid of opening your eyes, afraid of what might be around you, afraid of feeling.
You open your eyes, you move, you look around yourself. You don't recognize where you are. You don't know who you are, or why you are. You only know of the feelings inside you, the feeling of longing is as strong as it always was, the feeling of fear is constantly growing inside you. The feeling of hopelessness is embracing you and the feeling of anxiety is overcoming you. You feel trapped.
You run, run far away, trying to run away from your feelings, from yourself and from your destiny. Suddenly you reach a wall, an impassable wall. You run alongside it, trying to find a way around it, but there is no end to it. You turn around and run back from the wall, back to the ocean. But you can't get there, because you only find another, identical wall blocking your path. Everywhere you run, you find a wall. You're trapped. And for each time you run from one wall into another, the gap between them becomes that bit smaller. Until you're sealed inside a small chamber. You can't move. And when you're finally standing still, it all comes back at you. There's nowhere left to run, and nowhere to hide. Your feelings catch up with you, you panic. But you can't move, the walls are so close they're blocking every single bit of movement you can make. And the feelings just grow and grow. But there's nothing you can do. There's nowhere to go, no one to help. You're all alone, trapped inside your own prison, destroyed by your own feelings.
What are you going to do? If you fight it, the feelings only grow stronger, if you surrender to it, you're forever tormented. Forever haunted by yourself, forever doomed to a self-destruction, constantly progressing, never-ending.
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