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Jack The Blade

September 1, 2007 6:35 pm

Once upon a time in a town far north there was a deaf swordsman called Jack. Despite his handicapped body the technique of his sword was awesome. Nobody who dared to oppose him lived for more than a second.

Мany begged him to accept an apprentice so that the secrets of his martial art would be preserved for the generations yet to come. But all they were able to get from him were a few sentences on a scrap of paper. “My blade sings the scariest song you can imagine”, he wrote. “It sings about the ashes of love, the phantoms of happiness that dwell in my sword. It sings and I dance and there is nothing more to it.”

Then, puzzled by this strange response, the people wrote back: “Yes, but how can we learn to hear this song ? What is the first step to take ? ” To their greatest annoyance the response was even more cryptic:

“The first step to take is to die. Living souls can’t swing the blade of resignation.”

Discouraged by his riddles the people were coming less and less often to the seek the advice and instruction of Jack. The day he passed away his art was lost forever. But the name of the master was not forgotten. For centuries to come extremely skilful swordsmen were nicknamed Jack Deadly.

Meaningful

June 15, 2007 9:16 am

Once upon a time there was a life, one that was meaningful and there was another, one that was meaningless. In fact they were two people having these names, Meaningful and Meaningless. The two of them didn't get along very well, they were having a hard time finding common topics of conversation. Nonetheless, they did talk from time to time because they were the only people living on an Island.

One cloudy morning just when the rain was about to find courage and start pouring form the sky, Meaningful felt the need for some idle chat. He approached the part of the Island where Meaningless used to live.
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The Dark Shelter

June 5, 2007 1:31 am

Darkness is not the kind of lover you would wish for. It will not shelter your heart from desire, nor will it keep you warm at night. It will not try to comfort you, nor will it reassure you when you are in doubt.

Why then? Why do I need you so?

You are my trustworthy guardian. You have the power to preserve life and to give true fighting chance. It is all that I need. You will not help, but you will be the arbiter of justice. You will not ease the pain, but you will give strength to bear it.

First Post

June 1, 2007 9:10 pm

So let it begin. Let it be as brain-damaging as possible. Let it be a mess.

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Atanas Laskov