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hey you edited it unfair what it originally was

using a ( were a ) should be @The Great Wyver

Can you do one that says 'Kim Dokja's Company'?

"Yeah, but they don't have the same special blood of the ones you can capture." He pulls out a bottle with a strange liquid inside. The liquid seems to have no color at all, not even the absence of it.

"It would be better if there were more gods to capture." He mumbled.

Running. Running. I have to escape. I have been cursed, I must not feel love. It will only cause pain. He looked up at the sky, and saw it. The new moon. He instinctively knew. It was because of his curse. She cant see me like this. She will hate me. They all will. This is why I don't love. It only brings them and me pain and fear. Running. Running. I need to escape. Finally, he entered the clearing. He trotted up onto the rock. Began to howl at the moon as he transformed. He transformed into a terrifying creature, a mythical beast. One he transformed into every new moon. For he, Prance the wolf, was actually a werehuman.

Today is Havach. The night of freedom. During Havach, everyone is the same. Kings are now peasants, And everyone are Kings. You are supposed to wear your Sacred Mask during Havach Upon birth, everyone is given a Sacred Mask. And newcomers to the kingdom are given one upon entry, unless they already have a Sacred Mask. When you don your Sacred Mask, it all falls away. You can only see people for their Sacred Mask. And although they are all different, they are all exactly the same. A king could be dining with the lowliest peasant, and they could be chatting like friends. A nobleman could fall in love with a peasant, and not know it till the end of the day. During Havach, no one is special. And everyone is, at the same time. Some leave for their homes before Havach ends, wishing to keep the mystery. However, if you wish to find someone who you liked during Havach? You will have to comune with the High Priest Who is the only one who can not participate. However, he too, wears a Mask, if only play along. But hes knows all their names, by memory, and cannot participate in the fun. Where is he now? He is in a tavern. Having a drink all alone. His is a sad tale, one of woe. One no one can ever know. Because on this Havach, the night of freedom. He is the only one chained.

Not-Not poisonous... Just-be careful

You have to see it, even if only to hate on it. AND DONT EAT THE COOKIE

oh god the memories are flooding back

He sighed. "Yes, yes. I shouldn't go away for as long next time. But this time, I will have to ark out a new legend!

Uhhhh Did he leave Yolen before or after the shattering?

There is only one 3 eyed bird, it has been ignored for far to long. It is angry.

Whoops just realized how that sounded my SE nicknames are CD and Sozar, but i like to be called Coder lol And its not enough to just see the ending you must bear through the trauma of what that australian man put us through hes the reason traitors was cancelled in australia

Where-Where am I? Jack woke up in a thick forest. Trees surrounding him on all sides. What happened? How did I get here? Jack tried so, so hard to remember- When a splitting headache overtook him. "Cmon, Jack!" Alex said. "It wont be that bad!" Jack frantically looked around. Where is Alex? Alex promised he would stick with him! Where did Alex go- Another splitting headache. "Alex? ALEX? ALEX, WHERE ARE YOU?" Jack screamed into the jungle. That was-10 hours ago. How long has Jack been stuck here? And why-oh why did Alex abandon him? He had thought they were good friends. I just have to keep on moving. Keep on moving. Never stop, never hesitate. Jack was lost. Where was he? Oh! My phone! Jack frantically pulled out his phone. It had no service. And was at 1%-No, it was dead. Jack felt defeated. He didn't know what to do, where he was, why Alex left him- Jack tripped over something. Jack looked down-And saw Alex. His dead body, sprawled across the ground. It looked liked he had been killed by some dangerous beast. And it looked recent. RAAAAAAAR A roar boomed behind him. The last thing Jack ever thought was: Maybe Alex didn't abandon me.

Yeah I use a writing technique employed by my favorite author ( @Sherma Main has read her work ) which I like to describe as 'winging it'

Aman explained in a PM that i shouldn't of gotten wounded because I studied

ohhh wait yeah My reads are currently RBM (lowest) and Joe (Highest) If I had to throw in a 3rd elim read, it would be stink.

Actually, It has been confirmed by @Amanuensis that you cant target yourself (on account of Verdant confusion and the wording of Rosite)

It all fell apart. The moment I entered it into the equation, It was destroyed. Shredded. I loved this power, this rush. It made me feel alive. I saw it fall apart, I saw the evidence disappear. It was shredded to pieces. This was the only thing that could bring me joy. This feeling of destruction. Of chaos. It was so, so Bea- "Hey, Mack. Why are you smiling so much?" Mark said. Mack snapped out of it. He was just a boring office worker, who worked at a normal paper company. He was standing there, next to a shredder. He would never be anything more than just a normal Joe. Never. He would never be anything special. "Hey, Mack, snap out of it. Cmon, were going to be late for a meeting." Mark said. A meeting? What meeting? Mack wondered. "You know, the one with the new manager? Cmon, Mack, we gotta go!" Mark exclaimed. Oh yeah, that one. Mack thought. As Mack took one last look at the office before going into the meeting, he saw the shredder was a little bit closer than before. It's probably nothing, right? No it's not, Mack. No it's not.

"YES! FINALLY!" Forare jumped in happiness. "Finally someone remembers me. I have been away for how long? I don't even remember."