myOtaku.com: reborn LP soldier

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Birthday
• 1989-12-05
Gender
• Male
Location
• WA
Member Since
• 2004-08-29
Occupation
• Being a teen...
Real Name
• ppl call me Stiffmeister

Personal

Achievements
• Linebacker on fb team, understanding life, fullback on fb team
Anime Fan Since
• 1999
Favorite Anime
• Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, Animatrix (if you count it as anime), Trigun, Samurai X, FLCL, Wolf's Rain, DBZ & GT, Hellsing, and then some
Goals
• Surviving life, yet having fun at the same time
Hobbies
• football(with the Highlanders/Scots), hanging out with friends (taski)
Talents
• Sports, video games, art, writing, etc.

myOtaku.com: reborn LP soldier

Monday, January 17, 2005

Always be strong...
I continued to stare into the azure sky, my eyes dialating larger then smaller, smaller to larger. My hands wavering in fear, fear of my iminent death. A giant black entity filled the sky, assuming shapes then spazmodicly changing into another. Standing there on the beautiful plains that is beyond comprehension. This time I was alone, without my power of friends. Suddenly I realized. I was so tired of fighting the difficulties that had fought me my whole life. The black shroud of misery and death filled my mind, chasing me through my own mental barracks. Then it took form to a giant face laughing. Once again, I made an effort to drink in the aromas from the blades of grass swishing back and forth, the decent air, and the hemlocks. My hands stroked through the long blades of luscious green. My fear faded from my expression, and I smiled up at the horrible being. Soon the veil of darkness managed an angry face, and slowly morphed into an arrow. At incredible quickness, the arrow surged toward me like a bloodthirsty beast upon its prey. With feet planted as stubborn as an oak in a gale, I defied its will. Softly I spoke, "I will not succumb to you..." Faster it pursued. A light shone in my eyes, and I lifted my hands in the air. The dark arrow pierced my entire frame of existence, washing over me. Pain so unbearable seared me several times. The last of the arrow finished me off. My body fell backwards, crimson blood dripped from me like an oak bleeding thick sap. Through the grass i fell, dead.
The sound of children happily playing rang out, then a hymn (alike the kind in cathedrals) replaced it. A head of a boy, drenched in blood, rested among the blades of grass, yet there was something remarkable. It still smiled.

I dont know what this exactly means, i just had an epiphany, so i wrote about it. Comments please!

"1314, pratriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields of Banekburn....They fought like warrior poets, they fought like Scotsmen, and won their freedom."
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