nweger
That's what they all call me. They say I don't belong. That I don't follow their rules. But, little do they know, I'm the one who keeps the rules.
This reminds me of an awful game. I was hard to judge it, but I turned the game into a game itself. I destroyed the disc in a very satisfying and relieving way, and it even got a few likes. Overall this word has a pretty nice connotation for me, all things considered.
Unrelatable relations. My life and choices have always been compared to those around me and those before me. So may say that I'm so different. I don't live up to the expectations of my name. I give my name one of its own. And hopefully, it's a good one.
not gonna lie, i wanted to keep a garden when i was younger. not of flowers or anything, that wasn't my thing. i wanted to grow fruits so i wouldn't have to depend on my mom to buy anything i wanted. i remember buying a pineapple and trying to grow one, but i got impatient enough to unearth the fruit a week in instead of the twenty-two it takes for the fruit to completely grow.
my bro says he's clever because of his "ELABORATELY CRAFTED CONUNDRUMS", but i'm pretty sure he's just jealous he doesn't have the backbone to admit my jokes fit the bill better.
they're not so bad, buddy. you just gotta get to know 'em. it's like my bro always says "EVEN THE WORST TYPES DESERVE A CHANCE!"
"I need it; it will deflect blows!"
Edwin gave his mentor a look of concern.
"It is for those not knowing how to save themselves. Those who cannot deflect blows on their own. Train without it so that you may live without it."
Before Edwin could respond, his mentor thrust his sword through the chest plate, piercing it with his claymore. The stand made a snapping noise as the head fell off of the dislodged rest and to the ground.
A hole opens in the walls of your mind. A link to another place; another time. Another you. You're younger. It's a reflection, though not perfect. Flawed, but so familiar. Look, remember, feel.
The coward's armor; for those who prefer taking a less personal approach. The type of people who feel that being seen is reason for fear. It's thinking that exposure lessens the rate of survival. Maybe some things should stay hidden, but why bother hiding everything?
Such a strange concept. The ability to know without knowing. It's the drive to prove someone wrong. To be right.
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