The night was silent,wind flowed much like hair within the air,or a cape in the wind.The night sky filled with tiny glowing sparkles,so it was how he seen it.It all begun here at his home,the place where he was born and raised,located back in the deep woods out in Germany.He laid upon his back,digits locked together as his head rested within his palms much like he had his head upon a pillow.He gazed up at the sky seeming to read the stars,his eyes scanned each and every star.He read them like a book,this was what he done withe every moment he had to spend to himself.He was never one to go out and party with his friends,it was the truth that he had never had any friends.He was an loner,a lone gun,a gun that has never been used.Never even been loaded or shot.He had a life it was just spent it within the woods.Wondering why everyone looked to him as a monster,seen him as something not normal,supernatural.When he was just as they was a human being,so long past , as he kept being neglected and ignored.He grew rather tired of this he was only 11 years old when he held his first gun which was a Desert eagle hand gun.He went through so much it was about time he shown them how they seen him,he was going to do what a monster would do.Even the teachers at his school laughed at him and treated him like shit.

The Desert eagle he had was plated with gold,something his father had forgotten before he left.He took it and hid it in the ground for a while.Soon after his mother had passed away,that made him snap and become what they seen him as.So he went to school after his mother died,the desert eagle tucked into his pants,then covered by his shirt.Though they didn't notice what he had.As soon as he walked into the school,he pulled the Desert eagle from his pants,and took aim at the first person he seen who was the girl who worked in the office,He squeezed the trigger and sent a bullet to her skull,she fell dead upon the ground.The gun shot was loud,the teachers and students was startled...

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I think eventually I have understood what it means to be an artist. To describe it with a metaphor: You are an instrument that is played by God Himself. A constant flow of brilliant ideas is always present in your environment, in every tree, every flower, every color and every stone. Someone who is an artist just knows how to get access to that flow, how to listen to it and write or paint or compose or carve what it is whispering in their ear.

Thanks to a great book I think I mentioned before (‘The Artist’s Way’ by Julia Cameron) I can now say that I know what writing REALLY is all about. It’s not about perfection, it’s not about grammar, it’s not about the perfect writing style like I thought until now. It’s about loving it. It’s about enjoying it and not considering it as a necessary exercise that needs to be done. Art is so much more than that! And it doesn’t matter whether it is in the form of words, colors and shapes, notes or anything else I can’t think of at the moment.

The most important thing is to have fun with what you’re doing.

I consider myself lucky that I found out at such a young age. Now I know that I don’t become one of those pathetic forgotten writers who burned their beautiful pieces of art instead of taking the leap and getting published (or even getting anything done). I will never burn or delete anything. Everything has some value, although that’s not visible at first sight. Or even at second, or third …

Anyway, I just have to keep that in mind. Today I met two other writers who are living in my town and of whom one is also participating in NaNoWriMo (yay!). We had a great talk for a little more than two hours. We laughed, we had fun, and we talked business – writing business of course. It was huge fun! I can’t believe how someone can have so much fun, such a perfect meeting with two complete strangers. At the end of the session they weren’t strangers anymore … and that’s the thing that feels best about it … I guess I can call Eva whenever ...

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"hey, the name's Varkain. you..can see me right?
sorry, just paranoid. anyway, nice to meet you" He greets the characters near him.

Sometimes in life, there comes a moment, or an oppertunity, or an idea, that is just so rediculously, terribly, monumentusly stupid that you think no sane person would ever, ever go through with it.

Luckily, I'm not exactly sane, and neither are the company I keep IRL. Which is why, when my friend came up with this idea, we not only didn't laugh, but encouraged her. Which, of course, led to me getting roped into her mad scheme.

Now, a little bit of backstory. Currently, in english class, we are studying Arther Millers play, The Crucible. It's a story about the witch hunts in Salem, and the main antagonist is a girl called Abigail Williams, who cries witch on most of the town. There is one scene that takes place in the courtroom, where one of Abigail's friends tries to call them out as frauds

You can probably already guess where this is going, but for those who want to be absolutely sure, I'll say it anyways.

It was a lot more complicated, but basically, we called our teacher a witch, quoting from the book.

We even got the Assistant teacher to act the part of the judge, demanding that she take her spirit out of us.

This actually wouldn't have been so stupid if the whole class had been in on it, but it was, quite literally, a two man (girl) job.

The teacher found it all quite funny, and the class took a few seconds to get it. I remain amazed that I managed to yell out "Why do you come, yellow bird?!" with a straight face.

It's true. I just read Tarot's post and sit here marveling how right he is. He said 'It sure is a lot of work making a website.' We don't feel a tenth of it because the lions share of the work in his hands. But l can tell you something that's more than true. There's a real pleasure, a complete and utterly wonderful pleasure, in creating something with people you really respect and love - and I can say that totally unashamed because its so true. I've been excited. I've been thrilled. I feel like I'm more free to do whatever it is that Mizahar needs without a big brother shadowy tyrant looking over my shoulder. Instead I just have GP, Liminal, Cayenne, Gillar, and the intrepid Colombina standing there grinning. I hope they feel me standing behind them cheering them on and grinning as well.

The wiki is... astonishing. I never quite got the 'must develop lore' before we develop the game concept until I actually made my first entry. Then Tarot opened our eyes to how powerful a wiki could actually be in terms of development and we've never looked back. The only problem with the wiki is that its addictive. I can't let red links lie red. I didn't realize how tired I was of clinging to a sinking ship filled with angry sailors who worked on a system that was band-aids on top of band-aids on top of band-aids until I took the leap and realized that together, the founders circle, had all the skills necessary to really do a unique gaming system the right way.

And this feels so 'right way' ish. I'm proud of what we've accomplished here. Tonight is going to be devoted to such things as finishing the Akalak, touching up Gnosis... and introducing some gnosis/skill writeups. I have healing, medicine, and herbalism done and they can be added to the site.