KZ (BOSSRAID ONI)

#HannoTatakaiLN A mystic warrior, free from the vessel that had restrained it for so long. Now, it stands among The Beasts—the strongest in this world. It wonders aimlessly, carrying calamity itself, destroying those who dare cross its path.

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin Failure After Failure After Failure After Failure After Failure. The cold touch of death ever closer. The heat ever stronger. The sweat ever more profound. The wounds goes beyond the emotional. The physical. The mental. It goes beyond. (13/?)

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin No matter how deep the sand is, no matter how profound the pain becomes, he keeps going despite the all-consuming desert. He falls. Falls. Falls. Falls. Falls. Falls. Falls. Falls. He then gets up. He falls yet again. (12/?)

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin ——His eyes perceived naught but an endless desert. One he'd crawl across, the Sun relentless on his vision and body. His frail body cannot run anymore. He expected it all to be over. He wants it to be over. That's why he never stops going.

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin But he never once held a grand reason. Why would he, when faced with the cruel, unrelenting nature of reality? When that cold indifference drove its blade into him with every movement? Where many others bear witness to race tracks——

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin Many had likened writing to running. Every step forth was simply another page written and passed along in one's tale. 𝐘𝐞𝐭—if that were truly the case, then what became of his reasoning when his truest self laid bare for the world to witness?

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin "𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐀𝐌."

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin "..𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆." "You think I'd stop HERE?"

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@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin A mind was simply a sequence of thoughts. A soul was merely a pattern of light and will. A universe was nothing more than an algorithm, a construct of rules, equations, and perception. What could I do? What couldn't I do? What was next?

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙆. That insatiable curiosity was my undoing, but also my lifeline. I simply couldn't stay still, always driven to see just what would happen next. After all, existence is quite fragile, isn't it?

@8thFallenSoul The beat up old wagon had found itself, after hours, at the ends of an island. Water stretched far beyond the horizon, and facing that nigh endless sea were a couple small houses. Why they stand there remains unknown, but nonetheless— —It had become a place of refuge for them.

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. I could always continue, I could always get back up—𝐖𝐡𝐲? No matter what, I'd have just kept going. Not out of any desire for good or evil, but because I 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 I can. And because I can, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐.

But, in spite of it all, a lonesome group managed to make a life up here. There was no other option. They were stuck with each other, all victims of the same pain, all sharing the same fate. Connections were forced. And in the most unusual sense, a family was formed.

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. Each failure felt like the broken shards of my despair marring my being from the inside out. It hurt to speak, move. It hurt to even breathe.

Being alive here was a feat within itself. Remains of both man and animal were littered across the isolated confines of this martyry. The place ran on the expense of others. It was powdered by murder, designed to rend and tear whoever found themselves trapped here.

Cleaning his wound to the best of their ability, they carry Silas over to the wagon. The rain got harder and heavier. Fortunately, they were able to continue their journey across the wasteland, guided by a carefully articulated path developed over the course of years.

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. How can I live with myself in spite of that vision? ...No, has there ever been a time I genuinely wished I didn't die sooner?

@TrueEveningBell @Motivatedude_ @Cryptical3000 @doc_mc_stuffin 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧. Any dignity and semblance of my dream I could see only faded further with each failure. Why should I continue, when I hardly believe in it anymore?