Slow chemical

So I guess that's all I am.
Just a background substance.
One who isn't close enough to you,
but is always there to break your fall.
At his own health in question.
A background substance,
like a drug that picks you up into a world of glowing dust.
A drug for you to use.
A drug that doesn't mind being abused.
For the good of the junkie that I love.
The drug shall never know of happiness.
Nor joy, nor ecstacy.
For a drug is never loved,
just used.
For the good of the junkie that it loves.
And the drug is often replaced.
So easily that it hurts.


Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you can be the chemical.

Another movie tribute. This time with effects! There is a possibility that it might take half an hour to fully load so leave it on standby and go do other stuff befre watching it. N'joy!

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Should Kyle continue "War of the schools" or concentrate mainly on his upcoming novel "The five kings?"

Tag A for WOTS

or

Tag B for TFK

Well, the school year just started and i'm as tired as hell. My legs hurt, my arms hurt and i'm about to sleep as im typing this. Exhaustion sets in. And it makes me feel young again. Reminiscent of my good ol track and field days where we would sweat it out in the rusty gym. I miss those times in St. Patrick's. CJC is a whole new ballgame. And to tell you the truth, I kinda like it already. A chance to start over again and begin anew. It's a good feeling at the beginning of something new, where you have so much to learn and do ahead of you. Getting into the jc was already a miracle for me. Things are looking up. Orientation is far better than i thought it would be. Even the mass dance isn't so bad. Did the knowlege inquiry test today. Would be awesome if i could get in. I guess that's all i can write today. As you can tell i severely lack inspiration when im sleepy. But at least its a post eh? Well i'll update again tomorrow. What I need now is a good rest. Seeya tomorrow peeps.

Kyle v.s Miss Valentine

Twas a dusty morning. Two figures could be seen on the dirt road. One held a gun, black as night and the other one held her's, red with a pink heart engraved on the handle. Every year these two would meet on that same path and everyone would watch. She wore a pink sun dress and a hat to match. Brown curly locks, fair skin and blue eyes, it was easy to see that she was a fan favourite especially with the men. All in all she looked too sweet to be holding a gun let alone using one. The young man on the other end wore a brown trench coat and a black neckerchief. Dark skin and black hair he had. His face was scarred badly and he held a look of contempt as he watched her from across the road. Some say that he held a terrible grudge against the lovely lady while others would say he simply despised her. And of course others would tell you it was a little bit of both. The young man slid his gun back into the holster and watched the clock tower on the left. The lady did the same and waited. Her smile hadn't dropped as she looked at him. He shifted his gaze so he wouldn't make eye contact. Even the strongest of men could be distracted by her charms and he knew that well enough not to fall into her allure. The minute hand edged to the 59 mark. The duel would commence in a minute. His fingers licked the ebony handle of the revolver in his holster as he waited. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and she returned his glance with a quick wink and a grin. He looked away once again, his fists clenched tight as he stared at the dusty ground. The two of them looked at the clock tower once again. Slowly, the hand began to move to the new hour mark. Within that tiny moment, their eyes met. She reached for her gun and rolled to the left as he kicked up a dust cloud to spoil her aim. 2 shots were fired but the two were still standing. He took a step closer and fired 3 shots in her direction. 2 of which broke through the window of the bar on the other side of the road. She fired 2 more shots at him one which whistled pass his cheek and one that caught him right in the shoulder. He fell onto his hands and knees. He had been hit but was not ready to yield. He picked up his gun once more and fired another shot that knocked her pink hat off her head. Another bullet had missed and she retaliated with 2 quick rounds which hit him in the stomach and thigh. He fell to his knees again and his arm drooped down to his side. She moved closer to him with her gun pointing right at him. She looked at him still with that trademark smile on her face. He lifted his arm once more but before he could fire, she fired her last bullet and it hit him dead in the heart. He kneeled there, stunned for a moment. His gun still pointing back at her. And then he fired the last bullet before collapsing to the ground. Her smile faltered when she felt her blood trickle down the side of her face. His last bullet had grazed her rosy cheek which was now bleeding. However, she simply stroked her hand over the wound and it vanished. She walked over to the young man's lifeless body and placed her hand over his forhead. His eyes opened slowly only to see his nemesis standing victorious over him. She healed his wounds. As she always does after every duel between them. Offering her hand to him, she fluttered her eyelashes. He sat up and rubbed the areas where he had been shot. He looked at her, still with the look of contempt and slapped her hand away in disgust. Every year it would be this way. They would fight. And he would always lose. No matter how many times he lost, he would always return. Everytime he lost, she would heal him back to strength. But he would never take her hand. He got up, dusted himself off and walked away from her. She waved as he made his way out of town. The people around her started to congratulate her and celebrate for their favourite had won once again. The young man got onto his horse and rode away from the town, not taking a glance back. "Everyone celebrates...but they do not stop to think of those that are not so lucky to enjoy the splendour of this day. I fight for their cause. The lonely of this world. The one's she brings depression to every year when they cannot be with a person they love. She may be the source of many true loves but for every two hearts merging into one, there are 50 other hearts shattered. My cause will never be finished for there will always be lonely people out there. Valentine only makes it worse for them. Why should there be a day set aside for five couples in a city of a hundred people with no one to care for or be cared for by?"
The young man's words escaped his mouth as he rode on past river and into the mountains. However, none heard him as he disappeared over the horizon.

This is why i do not support Valentine's day. Tis because there are more people out there that wish they could celebrate it compared to those that actually celebrate it. And I also think it's stupid beause it isn't a public holiday anyway.

wicky wicky wa wa

I apologize but this isnt the angst filled post, that'll be the day after valentines day how's that. So anyway i was doing crud today. Got the runs. Don't ask me what that is, you dont wanna know. Was going around my peep's blogs when i happened to chance upon the blog of someone called Kim Wakermen. I don't know if I spelled the name correctly but I don't really care. So anyway, she was all riled up by some guy who left a comment saying her english sucks and her blog sucks too and stuff like that. I thought it was pretty funny but i guess she doesnt have much of a sense of humor you know what i'm saying? So she started spraying something about being bilingual and blahdee blahdee blah and was trying to defend her honor as a good english speaking icon. And then she continued something about "not knowing the real me". You know that kinda thing that all celebrities have. I think it's hilarious when celebrities are angry don't you? They get all "Oh you don't understand how i really feel." And so on. Anyway, i think the guy who left the comment there was kinda dumb too i mean how many people are going to actually agree with you? I would but i mean everyone else is too busy sucking up to the fame of that particular person. You bring up a good point but a hundred other people will shun you coz you're dissing their "friend". I wish my blog was more well known so i can write and actually have the target audience notice. Well if you ain't got the looks or the fame, you're not going many places. Thats the thing about this world. They always need a good face to sell something to the public. Very rarely do you get an average guy like me, turning famous. One day i'd like to engage in a duel with someone from the raffles jc debate team. I'd run up to him and shout, "Defend yourself you son of an unnamed goat!" I'm pretty sure he would and he'd say, "I accept your duel. First of all ladies and gentlemen of the board, it is physically impossible for a homosapien such as myself to be born by a goat." That's the point where all his supporters start cheering. "En Garde!" I would say, and run him through with a sharp pointy rapier. Hey I didn't specify what kind of duel did I? Just because he's from the debate team doesn't mean i would have a verbal duel with him. I apologize for being so random today. That's just the way i am on my blog. So where were we? Ah yes. Let us continue the story of Kurt's discount space cruiser, the 5 horsemen of the apocalypse, Samuel and I.

The space cruiser hurtled toward the ground but before it met the ground, a huge marshmallow appeared and cushioned the space craft's fall.

Kyle: Where the hell did that come from Jimmy? What the hell.

3rd Horseman: I don't know Kyle and don't call me Jimmy, my name is James.

Kurt: Hmm...let us go outside to examine it.

Kurt, Kyle and Samuel opened the hatch and stepped out onto the lush greenery of the La Theine Plateau. Suddenly a strange looking short guy popped out and started hopping around like a 12 year old on pixie sticks.

???: Waahahahahaha! Muhuhuahahauhahhauauhuuuhu! WheeeHhheeeee! You wil never guess my name you foolish mortals!

Samuel: Rumplestiltskin?

With that, the tiny man imploded into space and was never seen again.

Kyle: What an eccentric performance.

Gordon: Hey peeps did you see my goldspinning servant anywhere around here?

Gordon, Kurt and Kyle's cousin had walked out from behind the marshmallow.

Kyle: You mean old Rumple?

Gordon: Don't tell me you said his name?

Samuel: Sorry I did.

Gordon: Damn! I had him locked up in the tower spinning gold for me and he was trying to get people to say his name so that he would die and be free of torture. Oh well, I still got Sauron, Darth Vader and Lex Luthor working up there.

Scene changes to Darth Vader spinning some thread in Gordon's tower.

Darth: Dum de dum....ooh missed a stitch. Silly me.

Kyle: I can only imagine.

Kurt: Any idea where this big ass marshmallow came from?

Gordon: What are you stupid? Don't you know a different confectionery food spawns at this very point everyday at this time?

Samuel: What? What kinda jackass does that?

Gordon: I don't know but it probably has something to do with that shadowy man sneaking off into the forest.

Kurt: Interesting...very interesting. Well let's go to Burger King i'm famished.

Samuel: Dammit Kurt! Let's find out what that man is up to!

Gordon: I'll stop him! I'm a level 60 black mage! Firaga!

~Intermission~

Kyle: Uhh...Gordon, no offense but your cast time really sucks.

Samuel: We'd probably have caught him by now if we went on foot.

Gordon: Relax Firaga has a huge range of effect.

Kurt: I'm sure its gonna be like a spark that goes 6 feet or some-

A giant fireball explodes from Gordon's hands as he finally finishes casting the spell and scorches the enitre plateau into charred dirt.

Kurt: O-kay....

Well that's all i got the time for tonight folks. Will they catch the mysterious man and find out why he summons confectionary treats from beyond the world? Tune in the next time i update and find out. Next week's special guest, Hideo Kojima! Good night!

wacootalkinboutesse?

Alright people it about time i updated. I've got nothing to talk about because my life has been a drag. Thank God for video games. Life would be hell without them. And to all of you who say "how can anyone find such joy in video games?", you dont understand anything so shut up. If you have lived the life of a gamer, even for a day, then maybe you would know the unique joy they bring. And if you think its all fun and games and nothing comes out of it, you are dead wrong. They ignite creativity within the mind and teach you lotsa stuff. For example, I know a heck of alot more about world war 2 because i played call of duty and medal of honour. Most of my creativity for my writing is inspired by games like final fantasy. If you think that games are dumb, think again. Some of the greatest minds, design, produce and write scripts for many video games. Telling you this is one thing but my parents don't seem to get it. The only games they ever played were pac man and bomber man. Oh by the way have you ever tried the game paper boy? I swear it is the hardest game i've ever played. Geez. And its found on SNES. So have any of you gotten any action lately? I know a couple of people that have. Heheh. They make it seem so obvious its not funny. In fact it disgusts me to even think about it. *shudders* It's 2 am in the morning. Everyday has been like this. In half an hour, the grim show on cartoon network is gonna start.You should watch it its kickass. Well i really aint got much to say that would be interesting to you all but lets break out into an impulsive story shall we?

One day Kyle was walking through the La'Theine Plateau when suddenly he saw his good friend Samuel.

Kyle: Yo whats up homes?

Samuel: Well you know, same shit, different day.

Kyle : I hear ya buddy. Hey, whats that blue light in the sky?

Just then a massive space ship appeared from behind the mountains and beamed both Kyle and Samuel on board.

Kyle & Samuel: What the f-


A micro second later, on the space ship....

Kyle & Samuel: -uck?

Kyle's brother Kurt was on the spaceship as well, along with Santa Claus, Bigfoot and the 5 horsemen of the apocalypse.

Kyle: Oh thank God its just you guys. I thought we were being abducted.

Samuel: Sup guys?

5 horsemen: Yo Samuel.

(Yes they are all very good friends)

Kyle: So is this your new ship?

Kurt: Hell yeah! Welcome aboard the Pwnager.

Kyle: Man, what did you do? Take out 6 mortgages on our house to get this?

Kurt: Yeah thats exactly what i did. You're listed as collateral by the way.

Warning! Warning! Engines shutting down to conserve battery power!

Samuel: You got a battery powered space ship!?

Kurt: Hoo boy thats the last time i buy from Deranged Dan's space cruiser emporium.

Kyle: Uh guys (points to the window).

Kurt: Is that the ground?

Before i end this in the most violent fashion i'm just gonna stop it right there. However next week you will find out how we escaped a horrible death and ended up in el dorado. Well i guess i've got nothing more to say. You guys have probably had enough anyway eh? One more thing. Dont you just hate the word darling? *shudders* It makes me sick to the stomach. Have a nice day my kickass friends!

Rules of the game:

Rules of the game:

Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours.

1. I am a descendant of the first man to ever swim the English channel.

2. I am pretty bad at frst person shooter games, no mater how long i practise them.

3. My relatives are forcing me to join Singapore idol next year.....

4. I believe that angels have wings made out of white feathers.

5. I like food with cheese and meat in it. Mmmm....cheese and meat....

5 PEOPLE TO DO THIS: Samuel, Shane, Joshua, Tessa and My bro.

The passage from parch to plenty. Or plenty to parch....

I have officially graduated from the best damn secondary school of all time. Grad night was two days ago. It was alright I guess. Just too bad it started off with a kinda heartache....i suppose the rest of the night went well. We cheered, ate and drank like we were in the halls of Valhalla. There was even one part where Eng Tai went up on staged for the best dressed and most handsome patrician thingy. Hahaha. Everyone was cheering for him. Even the sec 5's. The rrof almost came down on us with all that noise. Twas a brilliant day. And then we had the barbecue yesterday where everyone got wet coz some peeps decided to have a water bomb fight. Using my ice box as a water container.... haha. So anyway the O's have long gone. And now we go on the passage from parch to plenty. Or plenty to parch...depending on the results we get on February 28th. Geez it's gonna be either the greatest or worst birthday i'll ever have. For now, I will return to my normal routine of playing games upon games until i cant see the screen properly anymore. Then I promise, I will write my story. Honest. If not, you can beat me until I write it. Thats all for today!
Oh by the way. If you believe in something, people get nervous around you. They become afraid of you. And so they try to shake your beliefs. Don't listen to them. If they tell you that you shouldn't believe in what you choose to believe, stand your ground. Don't let anyone tell you what to think. Because all they are doing is trying to change your beliefs to suit theirs. They are scared of you and your principles. Believe in yourself as well and let no one convince you otherwise. Hold fast.


So...Why were you hesitant? It's not like my body was made of acid or anything.

This is the point in a boy's life when he knows that the rest of his life is going to be an utter embarrasment and disgrace to his family and friends. Seeing my father shrug like he didn't know what was going to become of me, made me feel like shooting everyone within a 10 block radius and finally turning the gun on myself. I'm officially the family loser. Who ever heard of someone failing clb? I don't even want to type this shit anymore. If my own father has lost faith in me, who has any left? I'm giving up as well. For everyone to know, I'm going to grow up to become a bum. Don't be hostile if i need to borrow money or sleep over at your place. I've let down everyone. I shouldn't accept anyone's christmas gifts this year. I'm probably going to get a 5 for english and a 5 for maths and a 5 for everything else and a fail for clb. My life as I know it is academically over. If you will excuse me, I'm going to try and hang myself. Don't worry I'll probably fail at that too.

Its 1000 and climbing

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kylenation! Population: 1000+ and growing!

Thanks for the support everyone!

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Do I really give people headaches and exhaust them? Hmm

The day before tomorrow

This is the last day before the final test we'll ever take as a secondary school student. I cannot help but worry what is on the other side of the sunrise. This will either make or break my life as it is. Tonight is officially the last night of calm. And then, it begins. Now my younger friends, I must leave. I am on the brink of a new stage in life. This is where we will part. Your turn will come soon though. But even then I cannot guarantee that we'll ever see one another again. Don't worry though, it'll be fine. Your life continues. As does mine. And just like all good things must end, so upon these final days of 2005, ours comes to an indefinite close. In case I never see you again, i wish you the best in what you decide to do. I wish you better than your heart desires. Take up my seat which will be empty by dawn. And have a nice day for the rest of your days. I willdo my greatest to keep in touch. I hope you do the same. My friends of my age. This is it. Its been so long hasn't it? Since we began, not knowing where we were headed? Some of us still don't know till this day. But I guess after this last hairpin bend, we will have some idea. It won't matter if we fail. Or if we end up with nothing at all. Ultimately, it is up to us to build our lives. Nonetheless, i pray for all of us to find our way to where we desire to go, be it a jc or a polytechnic. This isn't the end. At least that's what I think and I hope you think that way too. We too may not see each other much after but I will stretch my limits to carry on our friendship. And if we do not get to gather once again as the group we once were, our fellowship would still remain unbroken within our hearts and minds. May we do well enough for ourselves. I guess it's time now for this cowboy to ride off. It is dusk already. Not far off now... Ride now, and do not turn back. Not one step backwards. It's all downhill from here.





It's about time the O's got a full barrel of bullets up it's ass. Western style.

Just a little something i'd like to try

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your (online journal if you've got one) and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you

On saturday, I managed to catch final fantasy: advent children. It was the cinematic remake of the game that revolutionized the final fantasy series, FF7. Many of you do not know what exactly i'm talking about. But I guess it is different between you and i. Advent children may not have been the best movie of the year, but to me, it was the best one i watched so far. Do not get me wrong when i say i loved the movie and confuse me with someone who watched it and had no idea what the hell was happening. Those kinda guys are just in it for the sake of it. I grew up with final fantasy. It was almost like my childhood bedtime story each night i turned off the playstation. It began when I was 6 or 7. The year i got my ps1. Final fantasy was one of the first games that i was engrossed in. There was much beauty in the storyline as well as dark aspects. And when I watched the movie on saturday evening, every memory came back. The music, the thrills, the characters, the passion i had with the story. It was so good to see the characters and the places come to life after so many years. It was probably one of the most inspiring times of my childhood days and now, those flames of imagination have been rekindled. I remember vincent and his mystique, barret and his boisterous personality, yuffie and her sassy attitude and cloud who always seemed to be without much emotion. My days as a kid were spent with those characters from a fictional game. And seeing them once again was great. I guess my interest in magic and fantasy began there. All built upon a simple game. Dragons, wyverns and chocobos. Swords, guns and shurikens. If there was ever an award going for most influential story, i'd pick it any day. Perhaps you may not understand the way I feel. Perhaps you grew up with other things like southeast asian folklore or mother goose stories. My conscious life began with final fantasy 7 and watching the last scene of that movie, where Cloud smiled for the first time in a long time, i knew that i would always treasure that story till the day i pass on. Such a tale cannot be forgotten so easily. Thank you for the inspirational music Nobuo Uematsu, thank you for the game Squaresoft. Thank you for giving me a little piece of fantasy to build on my own.


A huge part of my life was spent in the slums of Midgar, the mountains of Nibelheim and the city of Kalm. Everyday, an adventure beside Cloud, Aeris, Tifa, Barret, Cid, Yuffie, Vincent, Red 13, Cait Sith and Sephiroth. I will never forget those blissfull days in 1997. I will never stop dreaming the way i did then. One more ride on the highwind would be great...





The end

4 years ago this age began where i stepped out into this orange-pink school,

Only a handful of friends had I, some close, some far.

The future seemed unnerving, never had I been in an environment such as this.

The boy from primary school was slowly dissipating. Turning slowly but steadily into what he is today.

Along the way, i made friends. Some close, some not very and some who were just there.

Though the beginning was strange, it began to twist into a time of great fun and happiness.

2 years of it were easy and swift. We had fun and laughter, not a tear was shed.

My friends and I were going forth like centurions, unperturbed by challenges ahead.

But that changed, the year which the white began to cover our legs.

Our paths were split into different directions. Some left, some stayed.

It was a sad sight to see one of my greatest allies fly off to a far away land as the walls of the school turned from orange to white and green.

Change was rampant. It began to scare me once again. Along with the loss of friends cam heartbreaks in a different field. Romance took me by the throat and shook me to the living core.

At one point, it was almost painful to watch people holding hands. And then, it began to be painful to live. I almost got lost in my own mind once.

My tattered shoes and my frayed pants. The broken prefect badge and the worn prefect tie.

I was a prefect... But i have forgotten the times where it used to mean something.

Dreams of head prefect and sportsman of the year slipped easily through my fingers.

I was nothing. Nothing but a run of the mill student in a run of the mill school.

However, from lost friendship, new friendship began. And during the 3rd year, a bond between 5 students was formed.

They stuck by me, and I stuck by them. Or at least i hoped i did.

We laughed and had fun. Once again, no tears were shed.

At least not among each other....

The fourth year began. Our final year. We pledged to do our best. We pledged to make our impact felt.

Much was had in the fourth year. New ideas, new positions and new lessons.

Though we had fun and laughed together. We couldn't help but keep one eye fixed upon the approaching tempest.

Two battles we each fought. One in mid year and one a few months ago. I didn't give my best and personally, i'm afraid of what stands before me.

Our 800 days ended 2 weeks ago and now there is one week till saigo no sensou.

The five of us are standing on the dusty grounds of the front. There is no way back. We have to face it, or fall.

I guess this is it....I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one i can't escape is even worse.

7 days. Thats all that's left.

Alas, here upon the 4 levels of the white citadel our fate will be decided. It is in our hands now.

But I know, however the outcome. Whether it goes ill or we return as heroes. Bonds will still stand.

We will still have that. And though it seems insignificant, try living without them. You'll die in a month.

Take these 7 days one at a time. Fear not the future. Whatever lies beyond the morning after, is a little later on.

This is our final act, our last chapter, the ultimate test.

May the guardian's wings be on your back.

May we prevail.

May we live to raise hell once more.

Fantasmus

You know I really wish i lived in a world of text instead of the world i live in now. I wish I was part of a fantasy and not of this reality. Everything in reality is based on routine. Just look at it.

Birth--->Life----->Death

Wake up -----> School----->Return home-----> Sleep

Wake up---->Go to work----->Come Home----->Sleep


Why can't we be fighting dragons or grappling with griffons in the mountains or in the windswept plains of some distant, magical land? I would rather be riding a horse all day and going to war at the age of 15 than continuing my education here. Just imagine. Everyday would be a quest or an adventure into the unknown. Even war before this damned age was somewhat better. There was still valour and honour and even spirit. The thrill of a united rank charging down the hillside, each man with sword in his hand, fighting for what he holds dear to him. The beauty of war was that everyone had a fighting chance. Now look at it. You could be a marksman, the fittest guy in the entire platoon and still you will die in a fraction of a second. Where is the honour in that. Medal of honour my ass! They should just call it medal of "I pushed a button and wiped out the enemy so i deserve some sort of recognition." It doesn't depend on skill anymore.. I wish we could return to the age of swords and spears where weapons were respected. And even if you got shot in the head with an arrow, you could survive. Reality is a piece of shit to me. It will seem that way to you too if you really think about it. I feel like I don't belong here anymore. Guns are one thing that suck. It spoils everything. Bombs are another. Real life is such a drag. Nothing special ever happens. On your death bed your grandson might ask. So gramps what was your life like? Your answer would probably be like this, "Well, i did well in school, graduated from college, got a job, worked, had a family and here i am."
How much more unsavoury can it get... I don't want a life like that. Why must it be so mundane? For once I wish that fantasy and reality would switch places and give this world a touch of magic. Believe me this world needs it. Would you rather be driving down the ecp or riding a horse through the fens of Gondor. Would you rather be reading biology or learning how to fence in the halls of a fortress? Would you rather go to war knowing you have a fighting chance of survival or go there knowing you're dead for sure? I don't know what you want. But even with technology and everything, I'd really prefer a life in fantasy than a life in reality. Though there wont be computers, who gives a damn. There are more upsides to it than there are down.
Sighs....Oh well. Hopefully one day I will experience some magic. I'd rather be shielding myself from the heat of a dragons breath than listening to the scoldings i get from the school principal. This is what I think. And I think I don't like reality one bit. Coz if you stack them up toe to toe, Fantasy would kick the shit out of reality anytime and everytime.

The road goes ever on.

Home is behind, the world ahead.

And there are many paths to tread.

Through shadow,

through the edge of night.

Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow.

Cloud and shade.

All shall fade,

All shall......fade.


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It's hard to show your care for someone who doesn't give a f*ck about your care.
It's hard to show concern for someone who doesn't respond to your concern.
What I'm saying is, i'm tired of it.
I give up. All i wanted was response.

Concept art.

These drawing are dedicated to my story and to those who read it.

The concept art of my story.





The overworld map. In case the words are too small,

Upper left- Incradia- Directly below- Neadril Island

Bottom left- Singaria

Central- Durnewood

Upper central- George & Mosin-Southeast-Longhorn Island

Right- Priathor

Top Right- Xander


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The concept art of the Five's weapons.





Short sword of Damian Teo.

Dress sword of Durnewood officers. Presented to him by the King after his participation in the Dead eye competition.
Diamond coated steel blade with gold plated hilt.
Cloth grip.
Leather scabbard with a gold finish.
Engraved with the seal of Durnewood.







Sword of Joshua Siow.

Composite Steel blade.
Hilt engraved with the Scorpio seal.
Pommel emblazoned with a cross.
Leather scabbard etched with his first name.
Rope grip.
Obtained at the beginning of his journey from his father.








Sword of Samuel Lee.

Folded steel blade.
Stingray skin grip.
Seal of the Incradian forge on hilt.
Black Ivory scabbard with silver trim.
Obtained at the tournament of Champions, before the Incradian betrayal.
The only sword among the five not from Durnewood or George.








Dagger of Kyle Ganapathy.
Simple curved steel blade.
Engraved motto on the base of the blade. "Till the end of time"
Wooden handle complete with ergonomic grip design.
Iron pommel.
Leather scabbard with loop at the base. Easy belt attachment.
Given to him at George before leaving to defend Mosin.







Battle Axe of Shane Meyer.
Steel axe head.
Metal etched grip at base complete with elaborte hand guard.
Bandages attached to shaft as a luck charm.
Leather blade cover. Secured by laces.
Bandages came from those that covered the wounds of Gervace Radrial. Axe-Master of Durnewood, 3 centuries before.
Entrusted to him by the winner of the tree hewing contest after seeing his potential.

These are the main weapons of them. More will be posted up once I draw them properly.








The Celestia. The ship that carried us to and from the war.
Built in Xander and was flown to George where it rested for 20 years.
Crashed four times before due to air blowouts but survived each time.
The flagship of the Princess and her royal guard.
The first airship to break into Incradian territory in the counter invasion.






That concludes the collection of concept art I have so far. But still I would like to continue this post with a few more pictures that are worthy of this blog.



The shards of Falmar.
Entrusted to Kyle by Gordon Lye for his birthday.
Broken in the battle.
Remembered eternally.








In memory of the 5 kings.

The watch of Samuel, The scissors of Shane, The beloved picture of Damian, The pen and book of Kyle, The feather and holy ring of Joshua.

Each object representing each person in its own way. The 5 objects that meant the most to the legacy of their time in the class of 4E2.

May the times forever be cherished.



And just like that. Our 800 days were over....