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Dude! I've gotten to the next phase!
Cool, I said you could win the tournament, but you didn't believe me, now you see it!
Well yeah but, I haven't won yet, and I don't believe I will.
Come on, stop being so pessimistic about it.
It's better to be pessimistic and then see that you were right all the time, than being optimistic and seeing you missed, and also getting sad for not reaching what you wanted. And also, when you're pessimitic, in case you're proven wrong, you get double happier. So, I prefer to assume a pessimistic approach to the situation.
Be my guest then.


Looks like right, this way of thinking. I don't know, maybe the bad point of being pessimistic about things is that it attracts negative things, or not, then it really is the way to follow. But I will stand the other side. So in case they succeed I can celebrate with them, and there's no need to throw the fact I was right at their faces. In case they fail I won't feel much for they have failed but they feel not so bad as they were waiting for it, and I can also be there. So I assume the risks for them. Costs nothing, anyway.

Fireplace

And so there they were.
Surrounded by the beasts that emerged from the fireplace. He knew it would happen after all, they shouldn't have stayed there, because they would eventually fall asleep, and that was all they were waiting for.
The plan was to keep one awake for each 2 hours. But it doesn't matter now, it was just too obvious that they would sleep sooner or later, why did they even try to follow such a stupid idea?
They couldn't even point out the guilty one since the three were probably too tired to know who was the one up to the guarding duty.
The room smelt brimstone. The creatures resembled gorillas with brass skin, their eyes were crinsom red. They resembled statues, static around them, with those fixed eyes. L looked at him, he just moved his head in an acknowledgment. L prepared his sword.
The three had their weapons in hand, yet no moviment from their foes. He tried to figure what was going on, it wouldn't be wise to attack first. Though wise or not, L went into one of the beasts.
He knew it wouldn't be possible to stop L now, he just got back to back with A, waiting for some kind of response from the gorillas. A was trembling, probably she was too afraid of all those stories of monsters coming from fireplaces.
All of a sudden, the gorilla aimed by L opened his mouth and yelled. It was a bizarre mixture of a war cry and a lament. L went to the floor like his legs got paralyzed. All other gorillas started to yell, the three tried to protect their ears but it wasn't any effective. The whole place got on fire, A and L seemed to disappear... voices in his mind, of things and situations he knew, strange carvings appearing on each gorilla's belly... he felt an urge to puke as the whole world seemed to twist in fire.
He closed his eyes.
And then it all began.

Clouds

I like these cloudy days, when there's no sun and all. It's a little bit darker and it's nice. Though not the darkness that indicates rain is on the way, something more controlled. Reminds me of playing... well, nothing new here.
Things are still going on a gruesome roller coaster, but it's getting under control. Anyway, I guess that it's important to go high and low frequently. I still don't know whether should I deal with things using the glacial side or not. Yeah, I'm not that good on balancing things, but living on extremes has it's pros (though many cons...).
It's strange to notice that you are changing into something you don't really understand after all. Although, the main core remains intact. Core of gore. Nevermind, internal ideas.
Things die, people die.
But we never die.
We are humans right? I mean, just to confirm.
It's a little bit of disappointing to see that you really can't get much information on people by knowing them and being with them. Perhaps that's a thing I should work out, what do you think?
I don't know, it's kinda bad to need feedback. Again, the problem of dependancy.
There's time to hate, and time to love. Why did I get locked in the first part?
Yeah I know doctor...


And so he stood there, lying on his sofa. Talking to the one holding a notebook on his left hand, and a pen on his right hand. Perhaps in remote times he actually was this kind of doctor. You know, lively times. But the man kept on talking with the skeleton.

Shift

Lacking action.
Is it just me or everybody has these days in which they feel a bizarre need for action, something to do?
Perhaps I should have stayied at home yesterday and gone out today. But then, how could I fucking foresee it?
Perhaps it's just these stupid songs...
Perhaps we create problems for ourselves when we have none, because we would like to feel more human...
I don't know why exactly I came up with this idea, but at the moment it looked like it made sense. And life is not only made of action. That's it. I need to teach this to myself. At all costs.
Strange clouds, strange day. Strange cold. Damn. Looking at this sky reminds me of something good. Sometimes it seems memory is our most loyal torturer. Reminds me of times that never existed. And also a few ones that have indeed taken place in the real world. The beginning of the day, a cold day. I like mornings, the really early ones. The sun has some kind of magic in its light. As the day moves on, it loses the magic and becomes something vulgar, common. There could be some music that made me remember these times at the early mornings.
I don't know, sometimes I feel like I should look for people like me. But I really don't know, maybe we would not get together very well or, well, who knows. But there are people like me somewhere. Some weird people I guess.
Darkness is also fine. How many things we can process in our head just by looking at the window... amazing.
There's nothing new going through my mind I believe. Just the same old bunch of bad fellas.
Having some ideas for stories though.

Stasis

Just wondering about those few moments.
I guess hunting memorability is dangerous. But why we do that? Perhaps watching too many movies?
You want to do things epic epic epic, that's the problem.
But, that was already stated, just in other words.
Crap, I can't say.

Sit

Sometimes we just have to admit failure, sit back and get ready to go again...
Until we grow tired of these words.
I hate asking for help, I hate failing, I hate people taking care of me.
First end of message.


The crowds say hate.
What I offer you is the chance to aim your hatred at yourself.
Make your choice.
Second end of message.