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Fallen Soldier
Fighting for the weak,
My body littered with lead.
Killing all that threatens,
I trudge through a swamp of corpses.

Selfless for the ungrateful,
I fade away in a pool of blood.
No love for the defended,
My dreams end for yours.

Ultimately inspired by "Bad Dream" by Keane which came from "An Irish Airmen Foresees his Death" by W.B. Yeats.

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Current Location: Home
Current Music: "Bad Dream" by Keane

In the main chamber of the compound dwells the ruler of this entire nation. Consumed by military and politics he rules with hard work and determination. He gained control of the nation through strategy and conservative ideology. Man must build what they want with their own two hands. Man can only trust himself and with hard work, dedication, and duty a society can outshine all others. He stands 5’ 10” tall, his faced rigid with age. His eyes stern and rough, his body build tough from years of labor, although lately, he had begun to develop a gut from inactivity.
The man gained power naturally through the election of the people. He worked hard to gain their trust and establish connections with people. The people sought a strong man to lead them to a prosperous and safe nation. He is trusted and respected by the entire nation.
Today, the man speaks with his top military official.
“How are things going?” The ruler asked firmly.
“The soldiers are being pushed every day. They work hard to protect and serve their nation.” The military official, General Raphael reported.
“Good, are there any problems?”
“We have done our best to minimize insubordination and instill strict moral values in the soldiers and citizens of this nation.”
The ruler was pleased to hear this. The General continued.
“Everyone has respect for each other because of their time served in the military. Those who seem like they may be problematic are straightened out by the rigors of soldierly duties. Strong foundation of rules and regulations keeps our society stable.”
“Yes, only by experiencing a particular way of life can the newer generations grow to be as hard working as their elders.” The ruler stated. “And… what of him?”
General Raphael shuffled around in frustration.
“He is incredibly ungrateful. He refuses to listen fully to orders and lacks any form of pride or spirit. His insubordination is one of the worst cases I’ve ever experienced. I know he may be a special case but I fear that his will ultimately bring about the destruction of all we hold dear.”
The ruler sighed.
“I can’t bring myself to exile my own son. I shall have a talk with him.”
General Raphael gritted his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to bully that boy into the proper state of mind.
“I’ll take my leave then. I have another meeting to attend to, sir.”
General Raphael exited the chamber and ultimately the compound. He walked off towards the mountainous terrain, heading for the nation’s military headquarters. He was still frustrated by the ruler’s weakness. He would never allow such a problem to go unpunished. He would make a much better ruler. Soon he would get his chance though. He had his own trump card. On his way to the barracks he came across a familiar face.
Looking down at the city from the hilltop was Jace. He stood awestruck. He often came to this spot during his free time so he could look over the city, looking at what he didn’t have. He was always told that he would be too much of a liability to openly visit the city.
“Jace! What do you think you’re doing here!?” General Raphael screamed from behind him.
Jace didn’t have to turn to see who was behind him. He recognized that voce from so many times before. This man seemed to take special interest in him.
“What do you want?” Jace stated dully.
“Such disrespect! Is that how you were taught to address your superiors?”
“And just what is it that makes you superior?”
Jace turned to face the General.
“I’ve got much more life experience than you. I know how this world works. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t oppose the order of our society.” General Raphael stated.
“Right, let me tell you something. Your rank is nothing but a pretty little shape on your chest that seems to give you some kind of ego boost. We are both humans and therefore we are the same. Why should I be forced to follow you?”
“Such defiance, you can be sure you’ll get what’s coming to you, private. Tomorrow is the big military exercise. You better make sure you’re ready. Remember, you’re a soldier and you have a responsibility to respect your superiors and follow regulations.”
“Yeah well, I never asked to join this organization. It was your bright idea to make service mandatory.”
“So ungrateful, how well off are you and yet you refuse to give back to your community, your people. You have much to learn. Even if it kills you, I will make sure you understand your role.”
“Whatever, are we done?”
“Your father wishes to see you. You’re dismissed.”
“Great another useless lecture.”
With that Jace left, walking towards the compound.
General Raphael gritted his teeth. If there was anyone he hated more than the ruler, it was the ruler’s son. He had his own affairs to attend to now, but before long he would make sure that boy got what was coming to him.

Eventually the General reached the military base and his personal barracks. As he entered his room, his desk chair spun around revealing a dark figure.
“You’re late, how unlike you.” The figured said coolly.
“Yes, I was held up by your project.” General Raphael said.
“Jace? He seems hopeless as ever. It seems a waste to protect him. He would never make a fit ruler for this nation.” Gilford said.
“Yes, I agree and I have a plan to exile him from this nation. Then, with him gone, we shall be able to rise and take control of this nation making it truly the most powerful and respected nation in the world. Tomorrow, during the military exercise, I have an important task for you, Gilford…”

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Current Location: Home

Something is wrong with our society. The amount of power held by the few significantly outweighs the power held by the many. Additionally, the few suspend the many in a state of ignorance in order to maintain the skewed balance of power. The many stuck in blissful ignorance is unable to recognize the problem. Although some are able to break free from their ignorance, they are inevitably removed by the few in order to preserve the tyranny of the few.

This story begins with a young man of 19. He was born into a wealthy, stable lifestyle. He never had to worry about finances. Whether he would get to eat that day, whether he would have a roof over his head, or whether he was going to get sick and be unable to support his family. This boy had many opportunities that many people don’t. However, he wasn’t completely untalented. He was born with a superior sense of insight.
From the beginning he was privately educated and rarely given the opportunity to socialize outside of his family’s inner circle. He stood at 5’ 9” with dark hair that grew out a couples inches from his head. He was an average build with light brown eyes. He often wore a long-sleeved black under shirt with a dark green jacket and dark blue jeans.
Generally peaceful, the boy kept to himself. He was lacking in the social department and didn’t have many friends. He focused his studies to sociology and human interaction, people watching. Of course being taught privately, he had a skewed perspective on how others lived.
To accelerate his mental and physical development he was paired up with a rival. The two had classes together and despite being socially awkward, the boy was comfortable around his rival, although his rival was clearly superior in all aspects of the two boy’s studies. His rival, Gilford, was roughly the same height as him. However, Gilford had much longer hair that shined silver. His eyes were blue and he had a more toned body than the boy. Gilford often wore long-sleeved white shirts, with dark blue jeans. In addition, he always toted a dark red scarf. He was much more sociable and had the freedom to come and go as he pleased, where as Jace was stuck to the compound.
Today, the two were practicing hand gun marksmanship.
Gilford’s line of sight ran straight down the length of the gun. He focused on the crosshairs and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang the bullet cut through the air and pierced the center of the target down range. His shot was perfect, as always.
Jace raised his arm up, his eye focused on the crosshairs at the end of the gun. He pulled the trigger and with a bang the bullet sped forward, piercing the target just to the right of the center.
His general skill wasn’t affected from incompetency. He often drifted off and was uninterested in training or studying. He didn’t have the motivation to excel as Gilford seemed to. Of course, that was the primary reason Gilford was chosen as a rival. He was meant to push Jace to maximize his abilities.
“You’ll never kill your enemies like that.” Gilford said.
“I don’t have any enemies.” Jace replied.
“Sure you do! You’re part of one of the most powerful families in this nation. Any number of people would love to see you dead, or at least use you for ransom. It’s your duty to stay in top form for the sake of self-preservation.” Gilford went on, always lecturing Jace despite the two being the same age.
“Duty…” Jace said softly.
The two continued their practice.

As the practice came to a close, the two prepared for their academic studies. They left the training field and headed towards the compound. The dirt path from the training field to the compound winded up a hill. Along the dirt road were various types of trees and brush. The general landscape of the area was vast. The compound being the center had all forms of terrain reaching out in each direction. Different terrains were used for different purposes. Some were used with training while others were purely recreational. The land flourished with the exotic, no expense was spared.
As they continued up the hill the compound came into sight. The compound stood in the center of an empty field, three stories high. A large wall surrounded the entire compound. Half a mile out from the compound in all directions was the openings to the various terrains. As the hill leveled off the dirt path changed into pavement, which led straight to the front door of the compound.
The two walked into the compound and went to the left wing. They reached a room where an old man was waiting for them. The room lined with chairs and desks was used for academic studies. The old man stood six feet tall. His eyes were light brown, and his hair was white as snow.
“Good afternoon boys.” The old man said as the boys took their seats in front of him.
“Today we will be discussing some basic history and philosophical ideology. As you know, this area is home of many different kinds of terrain. However, not all places are as vast as this area. Many areas have only one type of terrain. Generally, each nation has their own terrain that makes them unique.”
The two boys listened as the man talked. Gilford was taking notes as usual, while Jace merely kept his eyes locked onto the man. The difference between the boys was as clear as night and day.
“This system of nations was designed out of necessity due to excessive violence between opposing forces. One person always feels their idea of what is right is superior to another persons. Ultimately the areas were divided and each person who had their own idea of how society should be was placed in charge of their own nation.” The teacher stated.
Gilford interjected. “Doesn’t it make sense that the strongest nation should just govern all other nations? The nation with the most power and knowledge should be in control of those who may not know which direction to go in life.”
“How would you determine which nation is the strongest?” The teacher suggested.
“The one whose logic and strength can’t be matched by any other.”
Jace sat and watched, as he always did. He thought to himself and reflected on the discussion without really putting anything on the table. Gilford was the one who liked to aggressive argue with the teacher or anyone for that matter. He had a much more dominant personality.
“Remember there are some people who, no matter how many times they lose, their own desires may not be quelled. How can anyone make another person see and accept their ideology peacefully? Many people blatantly refuse to consider any opposing idea. Question another person’s ideology and they get defensive. This is how many wars have started before. The only answer is to separate the opposing forces.” The teacher stated.
“Or, conquer them and subject them to the truth by force.” Gilford suggested.

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: Home
Current Music: Monster Ranchers Episode 2

My name is Henry Drummer and I don’t care about anything.
I’m twenty-one years old and I attend Wilkinson’s College. I don’t really have any hobbies and I’m not very social. My grades are pretty good and teachers seem to like me when I’m attending class but most of the time you can find me at home, playing videos and drinking. Unfortunately today I’m at school.
I’m majoring in Media Arts, whatever that means. People often ask me what that entails. Despite what I say I’m not even sure that I really care about what I do with that degree.
I got into Media Arts for the sake of changing the world. Unfortunately I seem to have reached a state of apathy. The more time passes by, the less I seem to care about anything. I’ve looked for answers in many different places. I’ve tried all types of lifestyles. Yet, nothing seems to satisfy the gaping hole inside me. I feel empty and frustrated, like nothing I do is ever enough and no matter how much I work, it’s all for nothing, despite this my grades relatively high.
“I’m going to hand your papers back now.” The teacher said. “There was only one A in the whole class.”
As usual I got the A, ninety-six percent.
Getting a high grade is one of the few things that help me continue forward with life. To know that somehow I’m better than others and therefore I’m not as useless as I feel half the time. That may seem childish or self-centered. However, this is all I know. I relish in the defeat of others in class and outside. More accurately I like to see people fail. There’s something about seeing someone who is popular and socially accepted face the fact that they are intellectually lacking. I’m used to being alone and others often think I’m weird because I’m so anti-social. So at least I know I stand out from them with my grades.
“So for next class, make sure you read all of chapter 4, not just part of it.” The teacher said.
That’s another thing I almost never read or take notes in class. At home I’m usually too busy playing video games and in class I’m usually doodling in my notes. I feel like my time would be better spent fighting off some wicked monster, armed with a sword and shield or adventuring in a far off land. That’s probably why video games appeal to me so much. So far this hasn’t hindered my grades. I seem to be getting by. Although I’ve been told that if I really put my nose to the grindstone I could probably excel even more, top of my class. That never really appealed to me though.
This was my last class for the day, so I could finally get home and get some real work done. I drive a station wagon, it’s automatic but I like to pretend it’s a stick, usually using some kind of a bottle for a makeshift stick, manipulating the bottle as I accelerate and hit turns. I drive the car like I’m in a racer, even though I deplore driving. Not driving, I just can’t stand to share the road with other people. Especially people who tend to drive like there is nothing at stake. I’ve got places to go and people to see. Well, places to go anyway. I don’t have time to be stuck behind old grannies.
I live in a moderate home. Nothing too fancy but it’s not exactly run down either. The house is paid off and was ultimately left to me. I only pay for utilities and groceries and stuff. I don’t have to worry about any epic payments. I guess this could contribute to my apathy. When you don’t have to worry too much about where you’re going to live or what you’re going to eat, you can afford to not care so much. It’s not like I’m in any immediate danger or anything. I guess if I wasn’t so well off, I wouldn’t complain so much. Then again, damned if you do and damned if you don’t, as the saying goes. Everyone always has something to complain about, that’s just how the world works.
I play a lot of role-playing games. Being bored with my own life, taking the role of someone else seems like the perfect escape. Lately I’ve been looking into a new, sensational RPG called, “World of Myth.” Each player controls their own character that is able to go out and tame mythological creatures and then raise them. Most people use the creatures to battle one another, although other people focus on various contests that are held throughout the world. I’ve spent most of my time researching the various monsters available in the game and really haven’t had much time to actually play but today is finally the day.
I consider myself a connoisseur of video games, that is to say that I’ve played my fair share and am relatively familiar with normal video game behavior. Upon loading this game on my computer, I noticed a few discrepancies. The title screen was all blue. The blue screen of death came to mind. Usually the title screen is a picture or the name of the game in some fancy font. The game must have messed up or something. As I pressed a familiar button combination, control-alt-delete, something even more peculiar seemed to happen. The screen began to glow a vibrant blue. The light flooding from the screen, enveloping me, the light so bright I had to close my eyes, raising my arm to further shield my eyes.
Something was off, the wind blowing through my hair maybe. Perhaps that was because there was no wind in my house. I opened my eyes, lowering my arm from my face to find myself staring at a large city, surrounded by a tall wall. It was Notella City, the starting town from the game.

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Current Location: Home
Current Music: "Jump On My Shoulders" by Awolnation