Decided to abandon all form on this one. I think it’s fairly obvious what this is about.
Dismembered
Just as the pin
pops the balloon,
as the drop of acid
corrodes the nail,
as the breath of wind
scatters leaves from the tree,
a mouse click can unravel too.
A click that dissolves the bonds
of trust, dispersing its remnants
thinly, reduced to headless chickens.
Third blog in 48 hours! -gasp-
Well, they are fundamentally different >.>
Sorry for repost; I had to fix some inconsistencies.
Chapter 6
When a chief of blades must run
When he must himself conceal,
Clerics be not the only one
With a power to heal
When it may be your one last breath
Summon your energy flow
And it may thwart untimely death
With eight orbs aglow.
(…plus an unrelated poem.)
Alright, ladies and germs. Here’s a little blurb from GMSKhaini Broadcasting Station:
On the night of Friday, March 28, 2008, Hyperfell of Khaini organized a guild raid of Prendergast Mansion. Several members of Accuracy reportedly invaded the upside-down versions of Sophilia’s Bedroom and the Vanity Room (both very popular training locations throughout GMS), spamming strange phrases (and more …) at those training inside. Some people maintain that they even reenacted Leeroy Jenkins, as well as posing as “Voodoo Busters”. Also, several of the victims claimed they were on 2x EXP. The raid lasted over 2 hours, and the participants managed to visit both rooms in all 19 channels of Khaini.
Before I start this chappie, mini-blogging time 
Basically just some pictures. (Took me like 5 tries to get them to upload… grr…
1 – That’s my character in Rakion. Yeah, I’m a girl, stuff it. Rakion’s sexist, so all archers are girls.
2 – I seem to have gotten a new nickname in addition to the other 4,783.
3 – Went to haunt him for calling me Wiggles >D
4 – Yeah, made a second Sirius. For keeps this time. Shinyyy.
5 – Got plenty of this from level 25-31. Glad to be out of there, but now I’m stuck at level 32 with not enough acc or damage for MCPQ >_>
Inspiration: 5+ hours straight of slicing people up in Rakion, which I’m now re-addicted to. Not good when spring break ends 
but whatever.
Kill Count
Clang
Whoosh squelch thud
A hundred
Clang
Whoosh squelch thud
A hundred and one
Clang
Whoosh squelch thud
Why am I here
Clang
Whoosh squelch thud
When am I done
Shink
Swish slash augh
One soul
Shink
Swish slash augh
That’s two more
Chapter 4
Leaves will grow
Leaves will fall
What happens to one, happens to them all
We may fall
But we shall ascend
Together as one from beginning to end
The last sunbeams of the day shone over Ludus Lake in a vain attempt to illuminate the world one last time. Some reached the clouds of Orbis, staining them russet and violet hues. Others rebounded off the shimmering sea. A few reached a small, rocky isle in a remote portion of the lake, miles from any other land. Three maple trees seemed to grow directly out of the rock, and under the veil of their branches sat a man with a pad and brush, making the finishing touches to a painting.
I haven’t been blogging.
(And neither has a certain other, in whose possession is a pair of wings that are shining. -pushes said person to ‘Submit a blog’ link-)
I also haven’t really been playing MS in general. I’ve been level 59, 0% for… well, for two days. But that’s because I died last weekend sniping DTs. But I’ve been level 59 for at least two weeks, maybe three or four.
Chapter 3
In the age of the ancients when Ossyria was new
Eight Maple heroes with hearts fair and true
Set out with their weapons to free the land
From the monsters under the King Balrogs hand
Soullohen, with sword of shining steel
Demoneckse, red with a deadly zeal
Belchet, wielding might and rock
Karustan, berserker whose blade could talk
Gandiva, preferring to fight from a range
Widomsutef, casting magic, powerful and strange
Sukanda, completing the bloody deed
Dakmeit, of shadows and trickery and speed
The heroes have passed, but their weapons remain
The Maple artifacts of the heroes reign.
[Yes, I’m reviving this. And I’ll probably not even get the 3rd chapter done before I quit again. But oh well, I just fail that way.]
[This chapter, now that I’ve reread it, seems really random… but it’s supposed to be that way. It’s a setting-chapter. So it kinda sucks to read. Ah well.]
Chapter 2
The twang of the bowstring
The zip of the shaft
The thud of an arrow hitting its mark:
Sounds made by the archlings
As they practice their craft,
Commencing at dawn, not stopping till dark.
From below, from up high,
In fire and in ice,
With the breath of the wind in their flight,
Our arrows shall fly,
True and precise,
Whether morning, midday, dusk, or night.
Why had my blog been deleted? Maybe for lack of being MMO-related? Maybe for mentioning a now-forbidden topic? Maybe the Capt thought it junk? (Hope not.) Whichever, I am once again putting what you are looking at onto the Recent Blog tab and I hope I have gotten rid of the incriminating element.
I am now going to attempt to type out a poem without the 19th letter of the alphabet (for the motive of fun only, not due to any kind of forum glitch 
).