Hah, if that's all you mean than yes. I was that for quite a few years. That one child that everyone never got to know for whatever reason. Maybe he was creepy, maybe he was violent, maybe he was insufferable.
Would that child wonder if the problem was with him? Or was the problem always with everyone else? Did it matter? He would always put it off.
But then one day, he would be sitting by himself and see his reflection, and then contemplate what was wrong. Then realize what is wrong. Then he would decide if he would accept the challenge or not; whether he was stubborn and vindictive he would always have a hard time seeing himself for what he is. Everyone was different from him, he was just misunderstood, hated for all the wrong reasons.
Then maybe one day he would try to change, just a little thing, and then find that there are some people with the same interests as him. Then he changes another, and finds more people with common properties. Eventually he would become self-confident, he knew what he was doing and how to improve himself. His schoolwork excelled and social life prospered. Soon he'd no longer be that child in the corner, hiding behind some imaginary shield of excuses, he'd be that one man with the warm smile who would fight for his comrades and followed some noble code of conduct. Then maybe, he'd lend a hand down on someone else.
But maybe that's not the case at all, maybe that child alone just enjoys his solitude, dreamily drawing circles and inscribing them with strange geometries, writing in that one language no one knew, and singing songs about some dead people. Sometimes copying down results of experiments or dreaming up fantastical new ideas.
I wouldn't know and it is not my place to pass judgement; however it is my place to extend a hand when someone needs it.
Or he could become reclusive for the rest of his life. All the times he tried to reach out, rememeber, he was knocked back on flimsy excuses. And at the time, all those other kids had 'similar interests' to him, yet still pushed him away.
Granted, he might not have tried much, but like I said, that's because he knows he's just going to get SSDD.
And for some reason, this kid has not so much thin skin as none at all. He can't stop himself taking everything as a personal insult, and that makes anyone who does talk to him for longer than the others, sooner or later, send him death threats via SMS. And despite feeling like shit every time he screws up, it's literally impossible to stop acting that way.
So he gives up. He accepts that his role is to be socially inert for the rest of his life. Those crazy guys above him told him so, and who's he to deny their will, whoever they are? When he goes against their plan, they punish him and push him back into line, just like modern video games, so to avoid it he stays in line. It hurts to watch others have fun without him, but he can manage, because that's his job.
...Bringing this overly stretched metaphor back to reality, sure I might have hit gold here. But one of these days, I won't be able to stop myself saying something about something else and you, just like the rest of the forum, will blacklist me. It'll hurt a lot more if it isn't mutual, so that's what I'm doing now: making it mutual.
Somehow I doubt you could say anything that would offend me. From an objective point of view, they aren't pushing you away rather you're setting yourself up for failure. I'm not sure how they do schooling down there in Oceania but society can't be that different.
Changed my avatar, might take a bit to actually have affect.
Name: Red Mage Statscowski (Officially: RM or Red or Red Mage)
Age: Never ask a woman his age.
Gender: Male
Personality: Capable of extreme intelligence. Mostly not. Usually very group oriented, works off insane troll logic, has a tendency to roleplay as a female a lot. Has daddy issues. Otherwise a fun guy(?) to be around. Alter Ego: "Deborah"
Equipment: Red feather hat. Red Robe. Staff. Assorted magical peripherals.
Abilities: Ice spells and feats of engineering made only applicable through intense bending of reality. Can dice roll to check for success. Natural 20 guarantees success. Other spells include Featherfall and minor healing spells. Specced into Alchemy, animal husbandry, and whatever else the plot demands. Can instantly learn new skills.
Appearance: Extremely feminine, long white hair and full red getup.
Backstory: Last of the order of the Red Mages and talented in many forms of magic. He is an enigma that no one cares to unravel.
From: 8-Bit Theatre, avatar by Northern Banshee over at DeviantArt.
RM thumbed the brim of his hat to get a good look at the chaos. A good hospital was being raided by helicopters, troops, a Dragon, a Dragon Keeper, and an extremely attractive kunoichi in a stunning black outfit that he could never pull off. Brushing aside the jealousy he marched on, wooden staff digging into the ground with a satisfying plink. A group of soldiers noticed this oddly dressed man walking towards them and raised their rifles.
"Stop citizen!" one said coolly.
RM didn't take a liking to his tone and waved his staff, a sharp icicle launched from the earth and impaled the man through and through, his blood frozen and body stiff; face forever frozen in shock.
RM smiled and tipped his had to them and continued towards the kunoichi on top of the hospital, tapping his staff onto the ground twice to teleport up. RM smiled and held out a manicured hand, "Hello there, I'll be assisting you in whatever way possible. Alice sent for me. She said you might remember her."
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,/To entertain these fair well-spoken days,/I am determined to prove a villain/And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
As much as I like the new MLP series, all it does for me is remind me that I'll never have friends anything like that...Friendship is for cartoon characters and lucky people, and I make clovers wilt as soon as I pick them up.
The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
What do I fear? Myself? There?s none else by.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason. Why:
Lest I revenge. Myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O no, alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain.
From Richard III I think, for both.
A villain is a villain only to himself, and days no longer filled with boredome, but even more hate. An uncontrolled spiral of self-loathing. It fixes nothing. Live and be prosperous, and with that I concede.
Too late to pull me out of that 'downward spiral' you were just talking about. I've spent the last eleven years of my life there, coincidentally starting with the day I first got bullied. Consequences were never the same.
Sorry about that I didn't want to ruin Rugal's plan, and allow me by the way.
Now that...that post was OP indeed.
I mean he could of done all of them things out of luck, but Rugal couldn't know everything that Tomoya had done.
Fine, I'll go along, you'll get yours sometime and I'll make it a damn big mess.
Before Tomoya fell to sleep due to the double dose, he saw Rugal throw a clone of Tomoya outside of the helicopter, "That outta keep them busy for a while, am I right Angel?" Rugal said while walking over to Tomoya and did a run up kick to his face, Tomoya blacked out completely, but he knew he would be awake, and when he is, he will destroy everything around him.
Rugal glazed at the battle he was departing from. He was sad he couldn't join in, but there would be loads of time for that later...
He took out the Power-Drainer, A metal box with needles on one side around the size of a car battery, from his Chopper safe and grinned.
Soon the power of the Almighty would be his...
Shaun: I said before that Rugal had gotten his power from the Arch Angel of Wind, Goenitz, Post no. 9154, so that explains how he knows so much about Angels and their weaknesses, besides the whole world reset thing kinda shows how powerful Tomoya is.
Because Rugal's memory wasn't wiped, The plan he had for Drek, Around the same power level as Tomoya, could easily be changed to suit Tomoya, I know this is a major Ass-Pull, But Fuck it I'm Evil, just go with it.
I'll set something up so you don't have to post about the fact that you're knocked out, I'll make it petty clear when it happens, just wait a while.
Leet: Rugal has died more times than M.Bison from Street Fighter and has come back even more, so, to answer your question, yes.
Tomoya slowly started wake up, much to Rugal's delight. "Wakey wakey, can't have you sleeping at a time like this, now can we?" He chuckled.
Tomoya planed to lay to ruin everything around him, so he went to punch Rugal in the face, only to find that he was strapped onto some-kind of Metallic Cross in a very dark room, hooked up to some computers. Also in the room was the Villan himself and a few lab techs.
"RUGAL!!!, I WILL FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS AND I WILL SEE YOU TO YOUR DEATH!!!" Tomoya yelled while trying to break free from the Cross.
"And hello to you too..., don't bother trying to break free, this device is made of the same material that used to make up Drek's armor, Nigh Un-breakable."
"Heh oh ok ,well how about THIS!!!" Tomoya let out a small blast of lighting across the room, knocking everybody down but Rugal, who saw it coming.
Tomoya began to charge energy, only to be greeted with a needle in his neck and the same Burning pain from the hospital. He Shouted in agony.
"Try to use any of your powers like that again, The machine here, which is EMP shielded, will know and dose you, Also..." Rugal moved to the side to reveal several large boxes of bottles of the Serum, "...There are plenty more from where that came from, There is no way to leave here until I let you, so I hope you are comfy...". Rugal pulled out the Power-Drainer and plugged it in to the computers "Because thats about to change..." He stated as the Power-Drainer started warming up.
Tomoya finally gave in and asked "Just what is your plan away?..."
Rugal grinned and his Red-eye glowed softly, "I want to keep that under wraps, so I'll just what the plan WAS" He pulled over a chair and folded his legs "You remember the Sanguines, Right? Took over the world and lorded over the place until Timberus?, well who got them there? Me. And my Cartel. Now, my gobal influnce comes from how unknown I am, so I can't just declare war when-ever I fell like it, But those guys, proved to be fitting pawns of my bid at my own world, They had the power and the will. I had the connections. Quite a team we were. Once I learned what Timberus was going to attack earth, I went ahead with my plan to end them all, take their power and become the rightful heir of this planet. Then you entered the picture. An Angel. Much more powerful then the one I faced before. I had a hard time picking from the both of you, but seeing as you are still here..."
Tomoya with much anger in his voice "Did you really think that you could take them on, Human?"
Rugal stopped for a second and spent it walking over to Tomoya and slowly putting his hand om his arm. He then applied pressure "Humanity is a gift..." He tighted his grip, "...The gift to want, to dream..." Tomoya screamed in pain, "...To Take...", Tomoya's arm gave way as Rugal crushed the bones like dust, "...I am Humanity Embodied" Tomoya reeled in pain as his wrist broke in a brutal fashion.
Rugal wiped the blood off his hand and contiued where he left off "The Device pluged in over thereis an extra strong Power-Drainer I Planted at Sanguine Castle, just stab pne of them in the back with this... instant God-hood, but the world as I knew it had ended then, so I changed targets...".
He picked up the Power-Drainer, turned it on, "and that's all I'm telling you."
He drove the needles of the Power-Drainer clean into Tomoya's gut.
He Stook and yelled madly as his Angelic Power flowed out of his body and into the Drainer.
A Progress bar appeared: 0.0012%
Rugal walked away leaving Tomoya to his fate...
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The Clone of Tomoya that Rugal threw out of his Chopper woke up and saw that he was in a battle-zone.
GODMOD FTW There you go, just say that this Clone is part of Tomoya's plan of attack or something, I'll leave that up to you. Good Night.
The clone of Tomoya that got caught by Red slowly reawakened, during the helicopter ride, somehow Tomoya had transferred half of his life into the clone's, "Ahhh, why am I here now!" the clone yelled out in between Red's claws, he didn't have any powers though due to being half a person, the clone looked up and saw a dragon and a man riding the dragon that he knew as Caim.
Eddie hopped into the copter and lit up a cigarette, much to Rugal's dismay.
"How the fuck did you get in here?" he asked, confused by the large man's appearance. Eddie shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head with a wing.
"You know, it might just be these giant retractable wings... but I'm not sure..." Eddie joked. He pulled out his crest and tapped it, "You've got one too? One like it right?"
"Umm, yea, here, why?" Rugal muttered, pulling out his. Both were adorned with a V. Eddie cried out in victorious joy and grabbed Rugal's hand, shaking it.
"Name's Eddie Riggs, and judging by our crests, we'll be working together for quite some time," Eddie's smile disappeared as he pondered on something for a moment, then turned to the window.
"Hey, we gotta go somewhere first," he admitted, poking his Ormagodden belt buckle. Rugal raised an eyebrow.
The Eddie bit happened before Rugal arrived at his base and what are these creast's about? didn't get to play BL...
Rugal thought for a moment, re-thinking his plan to fit his new "Ally", "Fine, But a word of warning, try anything to backstab me, I Will know." His Red-eye glowed to prove his point.
"uhh yeah man, whatever" Eddie replied.
"let me drop off Tomoya first, Also I'm going to need you to put this on." He pulled out a blindfold and handed it to a puzzled Eddie.
"Can't show my secret Base to just anyone..."
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Eddie spent the next few hours (Blind-folded) waiting in the Chopper, Rugal let him play some metal CD's while he was waiting.
As he was entranced in a epic solo, the music stopped.
"keep the blindfold on until I say so, Here, found you some headphones, Pilot, to Sweden."
Eddie started the CD where he left off, the volume so loud it might as well been played on the speakers...
Akasumi just shook her head. I believe the English word 'clusterfuck' works perfectly here.What should we do with this guy? he's still in genjutsu and will take a while for him to wake up. but by the time that happens, the others are long gone." she said wondering what to do. "There was that blue haired one."
this has just become a massive clusterfuck, almost as big as that battle we had.
I've decided to start using "this" to indicate Youmu not speaking English; the brackets are just too unwieldy.
"As I recall," Youmu pointed out, "he got stolen by that guy in the red suit..." Looking over the edge down below at the fight still raging in the courtyard, she suddenly spotted something: Tomoya being carried in Red's claws. "Hey, the dragon's got him!" she yelled out.
Meanwhile, Red Mage erased a skill from his character sheet that he didn't need anymore, replacing it with 'Fluent in Japanese'.
Akasumi seemingly walked off the edge of the building, dropping the man on the roof before doing so. She walked down the side of the building and into the now speechless courtyard.
forgetting she was still speaking Japanese she said: "I need to speak the one with blue hair."
Caim was on the ground fighting. Ah well, I'll bring the group together
Caim surveyed the skies for his dragoness, and smiled when he saw her descend with the clone in tow. She landed carefully, and gently laid down the clone onto the ground. When she was stably on her feet, Caim gave her nose a brief pat and a congratulatory remark in her mind. She huffed, and mentioned to him that it was but a small matter. It would be one of the few times the party would see a pure smile on Caim's face. Idle conversation continued between the two's minds, until someone yelled, "HEY!" as a call for the party's attention.
Whoever yelled 'hey' can be anyone. Do with it what you will.
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