#rpg
I miss all my friends
(not just the human ones/versions)
I miss looking forward to every Thursday night
(now I just pray that they don't brag/tell me what I missed out on)
I miss everyone being okay with each other and laughing together
(the simpler times, the ones before things got complicated)
I miss Trym
(the clumbsyist thief ever)
I miss Lulu
(both the character and player)
I miss Dandilion
(even though he annoyed me)
I miss Sk'i'ki-rra (aka Skye)
(even though she became practically useless after she went insane)
I miss Feathan
(the best D&D party's 'Mom' ever)
I miss Garrick
(the fighter who always had my back)
I miss Alice
(even though she always needed protecting because her player was new to tabletop-RPGs)
I miss Bradley
(he was always the better Barbarian)
...
I miss them so much
I want to play again
and I want to say:
Thank you for teaching me how to play Dungeons and Dragons :)
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
I wouldn’t call me kind
I wouldn’t call me caring
Still I rose you fast and tight
Aware of what I’m daring
I wouldn’t say I’m tender
I wouldn’t say I’m bonafide
Yet I offered you a shelter
Or rather I drew you inside
I’d rather say I’m reckless
And I never really cared
And I wonder what distress
Initiated my revert
For long time I couldn’t say
What thought had persuaded
And ruled my mind that day
I never really stated
Though I got an aprehension
Gazing at you in the night
A dangerously feel of tension
That I’m still trying to hide
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Navigate sewers
swinging dagger,
poor, poor poo rats.
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the beginning.
Tavern town, invite me in.
Odd jobs for experience.
Not long after, gold pieces.
Make my way, eternal ring.
Navigate mansions
slinging war spells,
poor, poor private (army).
Clout is the end
all be all means.
This is the rise.
Tell me, now, I'm slipping into
myself like I always do.
I see the needle point.
How many times will it run us
through?
Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to communicate.
Tired, now, of the games you play.
I need a heart to trust.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
Return, I say
Is no purpose
No point of my desire
But mind and heart
Choose different
And thwart all they require
Now all the facts
Speak clear against
And none therefore my travel
But all my soul yearns
And spreads doubt
Of all I have to settle
I hear your words
And feel your gaze
And clearly understand
But tough, I wouldn't disagree
My heart still speak against
I will return
But not today
And neither to that place
When all my journeys
Circle back
To trusted room and space
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
with a kiss and
cut
my eyes are blind
and shut
and while I feel my frenzy rise
I’m sinking
into full moon’s paradise
where carnal and menacing lust
control and determine
my beating heart,
the smell of blood
I’m loosing all my mind
'till
I wake into a shady light
of morning sun and fading night
covered with red
and slightly whacked
I sense all
I once required
a soothing smell
a tempting tie
obligation and desire
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Why does my heart go on beating
While my body and mind
Bleed no more
No thought no cry
And my body will die
When the world sings to my core
Why is my temper still rising
When my will and my wit
Lose their bite
No battle no brawl
Would bring me to fall
Yet silence
Will spread through my mind
Silence and chanting alternate
I got little space in between
And like a ban whispered to my mind
I’m slowly going insane
Call the shadows I’m sinking
I’m loosing my stand
With no cure or death
I’m reaching no end
Until hopelessness
Drives me to my demise
And I am falling
To a rotten paradise
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
under water, they say I can’t breathe
I’m alone and I sink to the deep
under water, so they say
lays the beginning of decay
but the shore, they carry on
just mad men go
and soon are gone
the shore, they emphazise
means only death and suicide
this they taught well, but not to float
and I can’t swim forever
the water spreads far and abroad
and there is no ‘together’
the lone and ruth smile of the moon
drives me mad, yet not enough
to seek the brink and hence my doom
and I run out of luck
yet as my strength begins to dwindle
desperation fades and die
and resignation kindles
a soothing thought inside my mind
I am released to leave this place
my body ease, my eyes are shut
But as I break the cold surface
the waters brawling ceased
and I open my eyes twice
to see an oceans mind
under water I breath
and feel alive
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
Silver chains hang loose and empty.
Armor clanks as the guards wrestle the prisoner.
Glaring sunlight takes her sight for only a moment.
A wooden stage lays ahead.
The crowd is silent as she steps on to the platform.
The noose is looped over her head.
She closes her eyes and prepares to breathe her last sigh.
Then changes her mind and opens her mouth and screams as loud as her lungs will project:
"Ha! You think this is the last of the rebellion?! Now is the time to rise! Now is-"
The platform's floor is dropped away.
The rope chokes out the last of her words.
But it's not soon enough and the crowd rebels.
A war cry sounds.
And the fall of the city has begun.
...
A single girl rushes from the crowd towards the hanging prisoner.
Her Dragon-scales shine a dull grayish-white.
Her eyes are wide with fear and wet with unrealized tears.
With a quick and graceful slash of her sword, the noose is no more.
The Elfin girl slumps into her arms.
The newcomer shakes the her and begs:
"Wake up, Coelynn! Wake up!"
She holds her close and whispers:
"Tis won't be thee end, my love; I shall finish thee fight! I swear it by your blade!"
...
I shall finish thee war we have started.
I shan't let your passing be for nothing.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
I am a dragon
"hear me Roar"
I am a dragon
"watch me soar"
I am a dragon
. . .
I am a dragon
NOT
a Monster or Beast
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
I don't have to listen to you
Does the protagonist ever mention his parents?
All you are
Is an NPC
Railroading me
Keeping me away from all that's uncoded
I want to go there
See the glitches
Be in the world unseen
So stop telling me what to do
I know my own path is worthless
Yes
No
Leave my decisions to the whim of the player
The player at least knows better than you
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Follow the pathway until there’s an end.
The more you move forward, the chances you’ll win.
And if you die, that’s okay, respawn again.
There’s more to this journey than worlds to defend.
Go bouncing to music until there’s a theme.
Grin, frozen in time, as if this was a dream.
Oh, someone needs help, though it’s not what it seems.
Complete the percentage to add to winning.
As time will swim by, you may fall off track.
You better gain points, so you can come back.
Be wise when you fall, for you are intact,
You may not come back again, you are not a cat.
As you gain experience, keep this in mind,
You must not journey as if you have been blind.
Cause, there will be bosses and many are strong.
Isn’t obvious, base it on the song.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Caught in the clutches of the spindle
my party parlays its way through, ever increasing
grips of madness, fear of becoming overtaken
by the darkness.
Is this a metaphor?
Or, is this a game?
We are in a dungeon, deep, destroying
lest we are kicked for floundering.
The spiders spindle down from the roofs of this cavern.
Slowly descending, thirsty for blood.
My magic is powerless
My blood is becoming the feast
"Feed us your blood." The haunting thought reverberates throughout.
In the cradle of shadows.
Hides a man named Walks-In-Ash.
His face is the last I see as all fades to darkness.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
I don’t care you know, just make me up
but I suppose if I don’t do basic character designing first, you’d have nothing substantial to play with
opened the character settings page then gave up
oh well you can just fantasize about this hollow husk
just physical, for starters
I’d still be honoured
you ask me how I’m doing
I laugh so loud the ceiling shakes and neighbours come out of their houses
I started losing my footing since I stepped into this hellhole
you know, my vision is blurred
just take advantage of me
I won’t even retaliate I might even play along
hey, the me from pre-quicksand
I miss you please come home
this house is something like a hollow husk
I can’t see clearly anymore
I should probably get some glasses
even then I’d still let them play with me
I always levelled up my combat but neglected other skills for self-preservation
cooking, crafting, farming, hunting, etc.
is the person in the mirror the same as the person in the photos
****** doppelgängers
I’m quite the expert at investing in things I shouldn’t
and subtly letting people down
hey, the me from pre-quicksand
I think you should come home so I feel more myself
so maybe I can once again be kind(er)
and a little more wise
to see with unclouded eyes
and stop wandering off unarmed into the great unknown
when you’re back, pass me the ****** glasses
hey, idiot in the quicksand
can you at least try to ask for help
instead of struggling there like a *****
you’re sinking deeper
so I’m hollering and screaming at the top of my lungs
frightened faces peer out from windows opposite
forget it I’ll make a home of the quicksand
when I was still in control of the game
I should’ve trained some skill to get me out of this ********
or at least deal with it better
because now someone else is playing me
to some stranger I passed the reins, saying
“I don’t care you know, just make me up”
I’m in chin-deep
just launch me into battle without ammunition
I’ll simply die, then respawn, then die, then respawn, then die, then respawn
again
and again
oh well I guess this isn’t so bad
by the time the me from pre-quicksand comes back
there might not be a need for her anymore
nor for ******* glasses
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
My life is different now.
Like it's a game that's been updated.
And I am the main character.
And I'm always low on stamina and health.
Countless restarts, as though I've messed up the level.
But time still goes on and the level changes.
The game is a mess with the only mission to beat being depression.
The NPC's are all non talk-able pixels.
There are random jump scares and flashes of horror and gore.
Hard problems and puzzles to beat, with out the right answer.
No matter how many times I hit save, my progress is still missing.
My story line is incomplete.
No explanation or the controls.
No main objective, rather than surviving.
There are no cheat codes or a guide to help me.
It's hopeless.
There is no quitting.
There is title screen or pausing.
There is no end.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC