Stretch

I looked into the river, peering deeply into that of my own reflection. What do I see? Fire. An all consuming hate for myself, but I also see sadness, and a deep love for others, and trapped behind the three warring factions of love, hate, and the toll they all take. I see a boy. Trapped. Scared and humiliated. Just wanting to run. To be free of it all. Click. The factions cease their endless war for but a small moment, and look upon their leaders. The reaver, who thinks all must be bound by hate to truly live. The warden, who thinks only of the people outside his own prison. And the boy, who's infinite sadness is matched only by his want of freedom. They stop, look at each other, and then to me. The warden is the first to speak "we must protect others and guide them through their hell, lest we be one of the many who put them there." The Reaver is the second to speak "would you listen to the man that has brought more suffering upon us than any other? To be great we must see his end and fight to preserve ourselves, you must see my reasoning is sound." I then look to the boy expecting him to speak. He merely stands there, his eyes cast upon the ground. It seems as though eons go by, the whole if time crushed into one small moment of hesitation. the feeling of anticipation clutches my senses and wrenches them, how beautiful the cold touch of steel starts feel upon my head. I am about to give into deaths kiss when I hear the boy whimper. I look to him, and he to I. No words need to be spoken. For the boy is me. Thrust into a war of which he should never have been a part of the the factions combine into one image, a boy, on the cusp of manhood. With the cold caress of death to his head, and a lifetime of pain on his back. It is me, the true me. I throw death away and into the river, and choose to love for the boy, not for the people who I strive to protect through any suffering I feel, not for the hate of myself and all those who seek to undermine me, but for the boy. For freedom, and adventure, and the hope of better times. Because for all the people who broke my life while I tried to save theirs, and for all the times I've hated them for doing it. I still ignored the boy, it was time to finally give my love to him.

Hi all! Hey, I was wondering who I could talk to about someone making some FO:EQ vectors?

The door to the train opened. "ahhhh, damn that's bright!" Storm had been up drinking, as per usual. He feigned excitement and trotted out to meet the crowd of capital ponies. A couple of waves, a few bolts of lightning, and a wink to some of the wealthier ladies in the crowd. They were wrapped around his finger by the time he reached the end of the walk way. But he wasn't thinking about the praise, he was thinking about his tactics. The door to the train opened. "ahhhh, damn that's bright!" Storm had been up drinking, as per usual. He feigned excitement and trotted out to meet the crowd of capital ponies. A couple of waves, a few bolts of lightning, and a wink to some of the wealthier ladies in the crowd. They were wrapped around his finger by the time he reached the end of the walk way. But he wasn't thinking about the praise, he was thinking about his tactics.

Jayson: From the Greek name Ιασων (Iason), which was derived from Greek ιασθαι (iasthai) "to heal". In Greek mythology Jason was the leader of the Argonauts. After his uncle Pelias overthrew his father as king of Iolcos, Jason went in search of the Golden Fleece in order to win back the throne. During his journeys he married the sorceress Medea, who helped him gain the fleece and kill his uncle, but who later turned against him when he fell in love with another woman. This name also appears in the New Testament, belonging to man who sheltered Paul and Silas. In his case, it may represent a Hellenized form of a Hebrew name. It was not used in England until after the Protestant Reformation. Alan: The meaning of this name is not known for certain. It was used in Brittany at least as early as the 6th century, and it possibly means either "little rock" or "handsome" in Breton. Alternatively, it may derive from the tribal name of the Alans, an Iranian people who migrated into Europe in the 4th and 5th centuries. This was the name of several dukes of Brittany, and Breton settlers introduced it to England after the Norman conquest. Famous modern bearers include Alan Shepard (1923-1998), the first American in space and the fifth man to walk on the moon, and Alan Turing (1912-1954), a British mathematician and computer scientist. Dillinger: Origin: German, it is taken from a German village called Dillingham , name first appeared in 1768 and belonged to a German fur trader.

Yes you will. I am a pretty nice guy!

you and me kinda...caused a lot of that XD

...have even BEEN to the skype group! it is so random!