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29-04-2023, 09:59 PM
Pt.1
Shattered
"My name is... My name... Who am I?"
A broken mind asks the final scrap of his sanity.
"What am I?"
A Mind shrouded in Darkness, convoluted memories in a maelstrom of pain and regret.
Yet in the Darkness, his sanity resides. Somewhere.
Locked behind an eternal wall of sporadic dreams.
Dreams? Or Memories?
Memories? Or Nightmares?
SET US FREE. LET ME OUT!
A scream from within, reaching with arms manifested only by conscious thought.
Only to be whipped back with a sharp dagger of pain striking across his spine.
"Lash him again."
Another voice resonates from the Darkness. A voice gruff and harsh, a voice not his own.
"He's got another fight soon, Boss can't have him refusing to fight like he did last time."
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE U̶̖͉̲̦̱̫̲̇̉̒ͩ͛͆ͨT̵͔͍̰͙͚̩͖̟̓͌ͧ̋͌̈́ͦ͢ͅA̺̥ͯ̿̀̚H͖̺͖̯͇̹̣̼ͣͪ͛͝I̧̳̘͈͈̙͔͖̽̌͛͋ͧͤͮS̟̩͔͚̯̣̰ͭͫ͘!̝̍͛͜͡ ͔̱̑̅ͥ̑̇̽̋͂ YOU ARE.̛̪̳̥͇̣͉̞͓͌̑ ̭̣̭̼̘̼̎͗ͣͯS̠̖̱̝̋̎͜Ȉ̠͖̟͈̥ͩͯT̡͈̓̉͛ͮ̓͌̊͊͜H̸̨̨̝ͪ̐ͪ̚!͙͎͇̭͖͉͙̾́͟͞
"I did not raise my Son to be this weak! Fight the Pain Son! For your House! For your people! For House A̵̓̌̈̑̌ͥ̈́ͥͮ̌̚͏̪̦̠̫͚̙̙̼̳â̙͙͉̑̍ͣ͑͌ͣ͗̄ͥͬ͂͐ͦ̚͟͢͞y̷̨̮̼̞̙̱̼̬ͨ̆ͣͭͩ́͟ų͙͚͉̯̙̺̥̯̙̱̬̟̜ͭ̉̓́̕͝!"
These voices drive the sanity further into the darkness, making it one with the Abyss, like the dying Embers of a burnt out flame. Only Darkness remains.
But then...
Then there is Light. The Cheers and Chants of a thousand voices. The Warm Sun on his face and heavy blade in his hand.
An Arena.
Another twisted memory?
Sense is sparse in the lands of a shattered phsyce.
A bell chimes twice.
Fight.
Twisted flesh. Hot blood. Cold Steel.
Victory.
Tͬ͐̅ͯͯ͐̊̂̉ͮ͂̆͊̎ͮ̈̌͏̵̛͇͇̠̱̰͕͍̙̗̤̠̘͔̟͓̝̜̲͞h̷̴̜̤̳͖͔͓̼ͨ̽̏ͥ̇ŗ̢̛͙͉̪̰̙̗͎͇̙͈̙̩̺̘́̌̉̑͗ͪ͠ǫ̨̛̲̤̳͖̻̟̗̲̺͉ͤͭ͒̒ų̝͉̺̻̗͙͚͛ͨ̓̌̅̔ͩͫͭ̓̏́ģ̹̬̗͈̝̱̗̣̱ͨ̂̊̒ͨ̈́̔ͫͦ̊ͥ͢h̸̡̳̤̣̱̱͎͎͈̜̬̠̭̞̮̽́ͦ͌̌̃̊̋ͮ̽̍͗ͦ͛̇ͣ̍̚͞ͅ ̛̩͖͉̘̩̮͖̫͎̦͕̱͔̮̾̈́̍̇̇̿̒͛̅̆ͤ̚͝V̵̤͍͉̹͕̫̟͉̩̦̺̗̼̬̋͒͐ͭ̔ͫ̀͟͟ͅͅi͂̏̉̂̀͋̅̂̑̐ͤͧ̎̉̚҉̪̺̖̰͎͙̪̭̻̞̳͙͚̪c̷̀̔̏̊̌͐̃̆ͣ҉͙̹̗̜̗̣̯͔̼̬͔͖̳̭̻͚̝̟t̶̲̻͍̤͇͍̮͇̳̺͚̪̞̞̥̖͉̎ͨͮͫ̀͊͟͝o̶̸̡͒͋̑̇̾̅ͭ͛ͨ̋͑̽͆̓҉̪̲̤͔͓͢ͅr̴̩̦̞̞ͭ̃̎̄̏̽͐̋́̍̈́ͧ̇́̔͌̀͡ŷ̙̟̤̠̘̺̗ͣͧͫͥ͋̄̅ͬ͟ͅ ̸̛͙̺̰̯͎̫͚̬̩̲̙̟̞̟̎ͧ̅̉̆̈͌̓͞ͅm͂ͬ̾̾͆̊̃͊̆̚҉̡̲̳̳̼̗̣̰̹͕ỵ̵̸̬͖̙̠͕͍̙̠ͪ̉ͤ̐͑̑̽͌̄͋̌͋ͬ̎ͮͯ͟ ̢̼̤̰̐͂̑̊͒̿͋͊̃͂͒̃͐̿̉̑̆́͘ͅc͂͊̈̇̃͆ͮ̊ͯͣͪ̔̓̎ͧ̚͏̷̛͍̭͕͚̙̯̮̝͙̮͘ͅh̡̡̼͙͑ͧͩͥͤ̎̇̓̊͋̅͗̽͆̌͘͡͝ͅǡ̡̬̦̱̳̱͇̺̝͖͚̤̘̙͕̲̙ͦͯͩ͞͠i̛̲̞̬̣̗͍ͥ̓̌̂̂͒̀̆́̄͌̈́̽ͪͬ̚ņ̷̴̢̟̭͙̝̲̙͎̻͊ͧ̆͋ͤ͝s̸̵̘̝̭̹̜͚̝͓̭͕̺ͫ̐̊̋̐̐͋̓ͦͩ̉̆̓̍ͫ͑̏ͬ͜͡ ̧̩͚̦͚͑̄ͬͧ̓͒̉̒̾̽ͨͧ͐ͬͅả̶̛̺͍͖̟̖̗̝̠̦̠̯̯͍͂ͥ̔̐ͪ͋̿ͨ͋́̔̈͂ͧ̊̑̚͘ř̨̧͇̱͕̳̹̠͚̘̫̫̮̖̮̤̩̱ͤ͊ͪ͟͞e̢̘̰͍̣͖͓̝͊͗ͦ̐͐͗̋̍͌̇͂͐̕ ̸͐ͧ̊̓ͤͯ̾̎͆̓͆ͣ̆͒͊͛̀̀̚̚̚͏̘̗̣̩̤͚͇͙̻̺̘͍͙̰͇̣̹̜̳͞b̡̝͖̘̩̥̮͊ͨ̑̎̔̾̇ͥͨ̈̅ͤ͘͠ŗ̙̘͖̖̗̻̤̺̠̲͓̲̞̜̙̓͒̓͐ͥ̀͞ǫ̢̫̥̮̯̰͖̯̭͎̹̍ͧ̏͛͂̌̄̄ͣͫ̃͒̈́̕ͅk̴ͧ͗ͬͬͦ͊͆̒͌͏̶̩͕̦̝̱͍̪̻͍̺̝̙̤͇͎͉͍̯̙́͝e͋ͪͮ͛̑̈͗ͥ͟͡҉̸̴̺͉̹͕͙̮̣͉̖̪n̨̥̫͍̺͔͇̫̮̤͑̓̆̂͝.̶̢̃̈͐̽̎̇͊ͭ̇̄̿͗̚͟͏͇̮̬̤̹͖̝̺̬̩̙͚͇̖̙̗͖͙͘.̧̝̘̤͇̬̙͓̹͎͚̲̪̹̪͙͓ͣ̅̀̒́̊ͧͭͨͩ͢.̨̮̖̥͖̬̈͊̐ͮ̎̒͗ͧ̄̚͟͢͠
A body at war, a mind somewhere cold, dark.
FIND YOUR ARMOR Ủ̦̟̠̘̜̘̻̹̳̙̟͍̻̳͈̮̥̗̃̑ͬ͆ͦͥ͑͌̑̎͡T̡̯̬̞͈̰̀ͥ͐͛͌̇̍́̀A̵̹̗͓̗ͪ̄̒ͬ̆͒͋̋̋͊̽͋̏͐H̷̜͓̙̦̣̣̥̖͍͋̊̌͒̂͆̆̐͛̌̀́̏̇ͧ͜I̵̦͇̳͖͇͙͖̘͂̈́̏ͩͯ̉ͣͥ́̐ͪ̈́̍͐̒͢͟S̿̌ͪ̃ͬ̌ͤ̎̇̀͞͏͚̮͔͔̗̣! IT WILL SAVE YOUR MIND!
Armor.
"He took a beating that round. Thought he was done for at one point. You! Change his breastplate!"
The Same gruff voice calls.
Warm hands, roughly grasp different parts of his corpse.
Stinging burns.
The Smell of burning flesh.
Don't die.
He want's to.
YOU PROMISED YOU'D PROTECT HER!
"She is already betrothed."
His emotions are dead.
HE TURNED TO OUR ENEMY!
"I'm tired of all this killing."
He doesn't care.
HE STOLE YOUR THRONE! YOUR BIRTHRIGHT!
"Avenge me, son. Kill L͗̄ͤ҉̵̭̘̟̗o̧̤͇͍̫̭̳̠͖̰͖͍͇͕ͫ͒ͣͪ̃̊͆͌̓ͯ͌ͦ̅̈́ͧ͟͢ͅr͑̈́͐ͩ҉̵̢̛̻̗̟̫̯̪̱̻̠͔͎͞d̴̡͛ͮ̌ͤ͏̮͖̠̜̟̞̝͔̺̪̰̳͕͖̥ ̶̬̺̲̘̺͔̤̤̳̱̱̜̣̭͓͖ͩ́̍ͤͩ̍ͨ͐͂͆͡T̵̷̯̮͇̳͈͕͖̭͈͔͕̯͕̙̣̟̫̰ͮ̂̂ͩͯ̈͗ͪ͂͌͒͜ͅẙ̪̗̞̺̳͕̮͎͇̟̩̠ͪͩͩͭ̒́ͣͩ̆͘͡ģ̧̢͔̯̠͉͖̠͎̂̈͑ͩ̇̃̒͆̔̿ͫ͛̊r̨̼̯̩͍̤̿̅͗̈͜͡͝e̵̡̩̟̩̪̙̯̼͇̤͈̗͚̭̝̓̈̓̄͛ͥ͋̈͗̑ͅͅl̛͎̪̝͎͔͖͚̤̩̬̮̙̠̹̈̑̋͋͂͞ͅl̸̠̼̰͇̭̤̳̦̱̱̯͊́̿̾̇ͯͬ͑ͧ̅̅ͦ̐̆͗̑͟͜."
His drive is dead.
Don't fail our M̶̭̝͔̝̾̄ͮ͌ͯ̿͗͒ͣͨ̊̍́͟͠o̴̧̮͓̘̦͈̣͉̹͈̯̙̼̩̿ͪ̾̆ͥ̀͟ţ̦̺͕̼̼̥͇ͯ́ͫ̿̓̋̆͢͜͠h̵̫̮͕̤̭̻̺̮͍ͯ͂ͤ̿͒̍̓̀͟͠e̵̊ͤ͗ͧ̓̓̈́ͦͣ̐̽ͬ̍҉̛͖̟̜̲͍̘̦̳̼̱̟̹͓̜̺̻̘̤͘͜ͅȓ̶̷̛͓̳̬̪͖͔̤̗̯̤͇͔͍͉͈̗̖ͯͨ̍͋̅ͤͫ͗̇̿̉̃̕'̵̆͆ͫͦͤ́ͤ̓͊ͥ̈́͗ͬ͂͞͏̷̷͍̻̙̘͎͓̮̗̝̮͕͔̭̘sͨͥ̔ͨ̽͆͢͏̸̟͈̖̠̥̪̲̀ͅ dying wish.... Please...
Hold on.
Just for a while longer.
The Embers fight, but soon, they will go cold.
Shattered
"My name is... My name... Who am I?"
A broken mind asks the final scrap of his sanity.
"What am I?"
A Mind shrouded in Darkness, convoluted memories in a maelstrom of pain and regret.
Yet in the Darkness, his sanity resides. Somewhere.
Locked behind an eternal wall of sporadic dreams.
Dreams? Or Memories?
Memories? Or Nightmares?
SET US FREE. LET ME OUT!
A scream from within, reaching with arms manifested only by conscious thought.
Only to be whipped back with a sharp dagger of pain striking across his spine.
"Lash him again."
Another voice resonates from the Darkness. A voice gruff and harsh, a voice not his own.
"He's got another fight soon, Boss can't have him refusing to fight like he did last time."
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE U̶̖͉̲̦̱̫̲̇̉̒ͩ͛͆ͨT̵͔͍̰͙͚̩͖̟̓͌ͧ̋͌̈́ͦ͢ͅA̺̥ͯ̿̀̚H͖̺͖̯͇̹̣̼ͣͪ͛͝I̧̳̘͈͈̙͔͖̽̌͛͋ͧͤͮS̟̩͔͚̯̣̰ͭͫ͘!̝̍͛͜͡ ͔̱̑̅ͥ̑̇̽̋͂ YOU ARE.̛̪̳̥͇̣͉̞͓͌̑ ̭̣̭̼̘̼̎͗ͣͯS̠̖̱̝̋̎͜Ȉ̠͖̟͈̥ͩͯT̡͈̓̉͛ͮ̓͌̊͊͜H̸̨̨̝ͪ̐ͪ̚!͙͎͇̭͖͉͙̾́͟͞
"I did not raise my Son to be this weak! Fight the Pain Son! For your House! For your people! For House A̵̓̌̈̑̌ͥ̈́ͥͮ̌̚͏̪̦̠̫͚̙̙̼̳â̙͙͉̑̍ͣ͑͌ͣ͗̄ͥͬ͂͐ͦ̚͟͢͞y̷̨̮̼̞̙̱̼̬ͨ̆ͣͭͩ́͟ų͙͚͉̯̙̺̥̯̙̱̬̟̜ͭ̉̓́̕͝!"
These voices drive the sanity further into the darkness, making it one with the Abyss, like the dying Embers of a burnt out flame. Only Darkness remains.
But then...
Then there is Light. The Cheers and Chants of a thousand voices. The Warm Sun on his face and heavy blade in his hand.
An Arena.
Another twisted memory?
Sense is sparse in the lands of a shattered phsyce.
A bell chimes twice.
Fight.
Twisted flesh. Hot blood. Cold Steel.
Victory.
Tͬ͐̅ͯͯ͐̊̂̉ͮ͂̆͊̎ͮ̈̌͏̵̛͇͇̠̱̰͕͍̙̗̤̠̘͔̟͓̝̜̲͞h̷̴̜̤̳͖͔͓̼ͨ̽̏ͥ̇ŗ̢̛͙͉̪̰̙̗͎͇̙͈̙̩̺̘́̌̉̑͗ͪ͠ǫ̨̛̲̤̳͖̻̟̗̲̺͉ͤͭ͒̒ų̝͉̺̻̗͙͚͛ͨ̓̌̅̔ͩͫͭ̓̏́ģ̹̬̗͈̝̱̗̣̱ͨ̂̊̒ͨ̈́̔ͫͦ̊ͥ͢h̸̡̳̤̣̱̱͎͎͈̜̬̠̭̞̮̽́ͦ͌̌̃̊̋ͮ̽̍͗ͦ͛̇ͣ̍̚͞ͅ ̛̩͖͉̘̩̮͖̫͎̦͕̱͔̮̾̈́̍̇̇̿̒͛̅̆ͤ̚͝V̵̤͍͉̹͕̫̟͉̩̦̺̗̼̬̋͒͐ͭ̔ͫ̀͟͟ͅͅi͂̏̉̂̀͋̅̂̑̐ͤͧ̎̉̚҉̪̺̖̰͎͙̪̭̻̞̳͙͚̪c̷̀̔̏̊̌͐̃̆ͣ҉͙̹̗̜̗̣̯͔̼̬͔͖̳̭̻͚̝̟t̶̲̻͍̤͇͍̮͇̳̺͚̪̞̞̥̖͉̎ͨͮͫ̀͊͟͝o̶̸̡͒͋̑̇̾̅ͭ͛ͨ̋͑̽͆̓҉̪̲̤͔͓͢ͅr̴̩̦̞̞ͭ̃̎̄̏̽͐̋́̍̈́ͧ̇́̔͌̀͡ŷ̙̟̤̠̘̺̗ͣͧͫͥ͋̄̅ͬ͟ͅ ̸̛͙̺̰̯͎̫͚̬̩̲̙̟̞̟̎ͧ̅̉̆̈͌̓͞ͅm͂ͬ̾̾͆̊̃͊̆̚҉̡̲̳̳̼̗̣̰̹͕ỵ̵̸̬͖̙̠͕͍̙̠ͪ̉ͤ̐͑̑̽͌̄͋̌͋ͬ̎ͮͯ͟ ̢̼̤̰̐͂̑̊͒̿͋͊̃͂͒̃͐̿̉̑̆́͘ͅc͂͊̈̇̃͆ͮ̊ͯͣͪ̔̓̎ͧ̚͏̷̛͍̭͕͚̙̯̮̝͙̮͘ͅh̡̡̼͙͑ͧͩͥͤ̎̇̓̊͋̅͗̽͆̌͘͡͝ͅǡ̡̬̦̱̳̱͇̺̝͖͚̤̘̙͕̲̙ͦͯͩ͞͠i̛̲̞̬̣̗͍ͥ̓̌̂̂͒̀̆́̄͌̈́̽ͪͬ̚ņ̷̴̢̟̭͙̝̲̙͎̻͊ͧ̆͋ͤ͝s̸̵̘̝̭̹̜͚̝͓̭͕̺ͫ̐̊̋̐̐͋̓ͦͩ̉̆̓̍ͫ͑̏ͬ͜͡ ̧̩͚̦͚͑̄ͬͧ̓͒̉̒̾̽ͨͧ͐ͬͅả̶̛̺͍͖̟̖̗̝̠̦̠̯̯͍͂ͥ̔̐ͪ͋̿ͨ͋́̔̈͂ͧ̊̑̚͘ř̨̧͇̱͕̳̹̠͚̘̫̫̮̖̮̤̩̱ͤ͊ͪ͟͞e̢̘̰͍̣͖͓̝͊͗ͦ̐͐͗̋̍͌̇͂͐̕ ̸͐ͧ̊̓ͤͯ̾̎͆̓͆ͣ̆͒͊͛̀̀̚̚̚͏̘̗̣̩̤͚͇͙̻̺̘͍͙̰͇̣̹̜̳͞b̡̝͖̘̩̥̮͊ͨ̑̎̔̾̇ͥͨ̈̅ͤ͘͠ŗ̙̘͖̖̗̻̤̺̠̲͓̲̞̜̙̓͒̓͐ͥ̀͞ǫ̢̫̥̮̯̰͖̯̭͎̹̍ͧ̏͛͂̌̄̄ͣͫ̃͒̈́̕ͅk̴ͧ͗ͬͬͦ͊͆̒͌͏̶̩͕̦̝̱͍̪̻͍̺̝̙̤͇͎͉͍̯̙́͝e͋ͪͮ͛̑̈͗ͥ͟͡҉̸̴̺͉̹͕͙̮̣͉̖̪n̨̥̫͍̺͔͇̫̮̤͑̓̆̂͝.̶̢̃̈͐̽̎̇͊ͭ̇̄̿͗̚͟͏͇̮̬̤̹͖̝̺̬̩̙͚͇̖̙̗͖͙͘.̧̝̘̤͇̬̙͓̹͎͚̲̪̹̪͙͓ͣ̅̀̒́̊ͧͭͨͩ͢.̨̮̖̥͖̬̈͊̐ͮ̎̒͗ͧ̄̚͟͢͠
A body at war, a mind somewhere cold, dark.
FIND YOUR ARMOR Ủ̦̟̠̘̜̘̻̹̳̙̟͍̻̳͈̮̥̗̃̑ͬ͆ͦͥ͑͌̑̎͡T̡̯̬̞͈̰̀ͥ͐͛͌̇̍́̀A̵̹̗͓̗ͪ̄̒ͬ̆͒͋̋̋͊̽͋̏͐H̷̜͓̙̦̣̣̥̖͍͋̊̌͒̂͆̆̐͛̌̀́̏̇ͧ͜I̵̦͇̳͖͇͙͖̘͂̈́̏ͩͯ̉ͣͥ́̐ͪ̈́̍͐̒͢͟S̿̌ͪ̃ͬ̌ͤ̎̇̀͞͏͚̮͔͔̗̣! IT WILL SAVE YOUR MIND!
Armor.
"He took a beating that round. Thought he was done for at one point. You! Change his breastplate!"
The Same gruff voice calls.
Warm hands, roughly grasp different parts of his corpse.
Stinging burns.
The Smell of burning flesh.
Don't die.
He want's to.
YOU PROMISED YOU'D PROTECT HER!
"She is already betrothed."
His emotions are dead.
HE TURNED TO OUR ENEMY!
"I'm tired of all this killing."
He doesn't care.
HE STOLE YOUR THRONE! YOUR BIRTHRIGHT!
"Avenge me, son. Kill L͗̄ͤ҉̵̭̘̟̗o̧̤͇͍̫̭̳̠͖̰͖͍͇͕ͫ͒ͣͪ̃̊͆͌̓ͯ͌ͦ̅̈́ͧ͟͢ͅr͑̈́͐ͩ҉̵̢̛̻̗̟̫̯̪̱̻̠͔͎͞d̴̡͛ͮ̌ͤ͏̮͖̠̜̟̞̝͔̺̪̰̳͕͖̥ ̶̬̺̲̘̺͔̤̤̳̱̱̜̣̭͓͖ͩ́̍ͤͩ̍ͨ͐͂͆͡T̵̷̯̮͇̳͈͕͖̭͈͔͕̯͕̙̣̟̫̰ͮ̂̂ͩͯ̈͗ͪ͂͌͒͜ͅẙ̪̗̞̺̳͕̮͎͇̟̩̠ͪͩͩͭ̒́ͣͩ̆͘͡ģ̧̢͔̯̠͉͖̠͎̂̈͑ͩ̇̃̒͆̔̿ͫ͛̊r̨̼̯̩͍̤̿̅͗̈͜͡͝e̵̡̩̟̩̪̙̯̼͇̤͈̗͚̭̝̓̈̓̄͛ͥ͋̈͗̑ͅͅl̛͎̪̝͎͔͖͚̤̩̬̮̙̠̹̈̑̋͋͂͞ͅl̸̠̼̰͇̭̤̳̦̱̱̯͊́̿̾̇ͯͬ͑ͧ̅̅ͦ̐̆͗̑͟͜."
His drive is dead.
Don't fail our M̶̭̝͔̝̾̄ͮ͌ͯ̿͗͒ͣͨ̊̍́͟͠o̴̧̮͓̘̦͈̣͉̹͈̯̙̼̩̿ͪ̾̆ͥ̀͟ţ̦̺͕̼̼̥͇ͯ́ͫ̿̓̋̆͢͜͠h̵̫̮͕̤̭̻̺̮͍ͯ͂ͤ̿͒̍̓̀͟͠e̵̊ͤ͗ͧ̓̓̈́ͦͣ̐̽ͬ̍҉̛͖̟̜̲͍̘̦̳̼̱̟̹͓̜̺̻̘̤͘͜ͅȓ̶̷̛͓̳̬̪͖͔̤̗̯̤͇͔͍͉͈̗̖ͯͨ̍͋̅ͤͫ͗̇̿̉̃̕'̵̆͆ͫͦͤ́ͤ̓͊ͥ̈́͗ͬ͂͞͏̷̷͍̻̙̘͎͓̮̗̝̮͕͔̭̘sͨͥ̔ͨ̽͆͢͏̸̟͈̖̠̥̪̲̀ͅ dying wish.... Please...
Hold on.
Just for a while longer.
The Embers fight, but soon, they will go cold.
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