Delaney Park is right next door to Lake Davis Park, the location of my adventure yesterday. Sadly, I arrived here at night. The pictures I took are of an even lower quality than normal. Also since the park was closing as I was walking around, I was unable to finish hatching any eggs. Lets see what I found anyway. When
One Survives: Sigvard wandered in the darkness of Nihilin’s cruel realm. His memories were returning now that he was free of his mortal body. Remembering the truth of his past and his master, Lord Death, made him press on. Avoiding the hordes of deadly Undead, Sigvard was confronted with a different challenge: Traps. Being already dead was pointless in Nihilin’s
What is it that drives a person to evil That forbidden fruit we are warned to avoid but still grasp all to readily What is it that drives a person to inflict pain That ultimate sensual experience that presses negative energy onto another What is it that drives a soul to turn dark That perversion of light that blackens
Writing and I have had a fairly symbiotic relationship since I was very young. I am one of those weird children who enjoyed writing far more than reading at first. I discovered as I grew older that the reason behind this was as a result of me being both bored and disillusioned by what I was forced to read
When one gains power in the world, they can dictate the social norms of society. To gain that power requires the leadership of something that is seen as more than just a simple human. To gain that leadership requires the purpose of an individual who is above and beyond the norm. One does not simply become what I aspire
Frequently I am asked by friends and other peers which House from Harry Potter I belong to. When I replay Slytherin without a pause to ponder the question, it tends to unnerve people. And why would it not? Voldemort, and almost every villain in the Harry Potter Universe belongs to that house. Some people may wonder if my choice
There is a metaphor I am fond of that describes my life perfectly. Imagine you are lost in a cave. You are desperately looking for the way out. You wander, seemingly alone in the darkness. But unfortunately, dark creatures inhibit this cave. They refuse to let themselves be seen. Their red eyes are aimed at you. And as there
There is a famous saying that love conquers all. But this is a foolish notion. Love is itself a derivative of a far more potent emotion. Fear. When you love someone, that is an example of fear, the fear of losing them. When you hate someone, that is an example of fear, the fearing of losing to them. When
The internet would lead you to believe that love is equated with justice, honor, and goodness. I am here today to bring the counterpoint: That these ideas are false. That these premises are false. I will be using stupid amounts of Pathos to make this argument, so if you don’t like that, go elsewhere. Growing up I was raised
Some of you may know this, but others do not. I have had an ongoing battle with depression for most of my life. That feeling of hopelessness called despair, is even now, a constant companion. Fear of failure stalks me at every turn. The feeling that I need to succeed to be happy is my one ambition. But deep