I haven't written or read anything on LJ lately. I think I'm just falling out of the habit. Maybe that's a good thing in some ways. I just don't have the time lately. I will answer the three questions of anyone who left notes on that entry back there eventually, but I suspect that mostly I will be taking a break from LJ for a while. The network has been sporadic in its functionality lately in any case.

Anyway, my birthday is tomorrow. Great kickoff for the last week of classes. I don't know if I'm doing anything for the occasion or not. I'm not sure how much time and/or energy I will have for things tomorrow. If I do anything, it will most likely be me spontaneously calling a bunch of people and going out to dinner.

I'm really uncertain about lots of things and large portions of my future right now, the next two weeks, the next year, everything after that. I have some plans and some backup plans and some gaps to fill in. But most importantly, now I know what I want and I'm going to get it. I've realized that what I actually want really ought to be my main goal. But whatever happens, I'm going to be ok. Trust me on that one. I'm going to be ok.

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Weird Dream
I had a weird dream last night. First I was playing a video game where there were a pair of Japanese school girls and I had to guide them around and have them pull these levers in this auditorium-like place. And finally one of the levels opened a trapdoor in the floor which led to a passageway. And then I was one of the Japanese school girls and I was walking down the passageway until I got to the end. Then I was me again and the passageway opened into a long, dusty underground corridor with doors on either side of the hallway.

I walked down the hallway and at the end, it opened into this room that looked a lot like the sanctuary of the Methodist church I used to go to and I had to stand on this stage in the front of the room along with some other people because we were getting our picture taken. And one of the people in the audience waved to me, and I waved back, and when I came up to talk to me, it was Joe, not Oberlin Joe, militant anarcho-communist vegan Joe whom I met when I was in high school.

So then we were in a dusty office and he was sitting on a desk and I was sitting in a chair and he was talking to me about how he had become a Hasid. He was dressed in the whole traditional Hasid style and whatnot. And we talked for a while and then he left and I went back through another dusty corridor and was out on a sidewalk near where Stevenson should be, except that it wasn't, and there was a park bench and a large bus. And Abby was sitting on the park bench and I said, "Abby, I thought you went back to London," and she explained that she had missed her plane so she was back here and had to get on this bus and go to the airport to catch another plane. And then I woke up.

In the scenes when I was in the dusty corridors and the office, everything was sepia-toned. And in the first scene with the video game, everything was sort of neon in color and pixelated. And in the last scene with the bus and the scene in the church, though moreso in the last scene, there was unnaturally stark contrast between colors and light and darkness. It was most unusual.

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Questions Meme
So I haven't written in a while and I haven't been on livejournal at all lately due to being busy and not in my room often and all that sort of stuff. Anyway, here's this. Have fun. I'll try to post questions to all of you out there who have this posted in your ljs that I haven't gotten around to reading the recent postings of yet if that sentence made any sense at all, which it probably didn't. Here goes.

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less.

Ask me anything you want.

Then I want you to go to your journal, and copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

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Abby is visiting, the weather is nice and sunny, and the frogs are singing. This makes me happy.

Current Mood: happy

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I got the summer job at the Mudd library circ desk. So now I have a job and a place to live for the summer. That means I have three months to find more permanent employment and housing. This is good. Things are looking better in general. Classes are going well and this weekend I've gotten some good work done as far as planning upcoming papers and deciding on topics for final papers and whatnot. I'm going to go talk to all of my professors next week and get advice for my papers and explain why I have missed some of their classes lately. I have an appointment at the counseling center on tuesday, so that should be good.

Current Mood: okay

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I picked up the form to apply for a personal leave of absence today. I'm not going to delay this anymore. I don't know if I'll have a job by the end of the summer, or a place to live for that matter. But I believe that I will because I'm determined to do this. If all else fails, I can move back in with my parents. I would hate it, but I'd be able to write and that's one better than being in school and hating it and barely being able to write. I'm going to follow my dream no matter where it leads me.

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The Shadow of the Flame
Once upon a time there was this girl. From the moment I first saw her, I loved her, and up until that moment, I had never believed that such a thing as love existed. After all, a prince must be raised without such romantic notions. When the time came, I was to wed the woman of my father’s choosing, someone of noble blood whose family my father sought to favor. My betrothed bore the name of Prudence. She was the princess of the kingdom of Kelmodion and my marriage with her, along with my sister’s marriage to Prudence’s brother was to cement the peace between Seldiona and Kelmodion. We had grown up together and grown comfortable around each other, though nothing I felt for her could ever truly have been called love.

When I came of age, I set off to climb Justelion’s Peak and offer my sacrifice to Frelseer and my oath to Justelion, as my father and all the men of our line had done before they formally accepted their place as heirs to the throne and husbands to the wives their fathers had chosen for them. My father told me that the men of the house of Flameright were blessed by Frelseer and Justelion and all the land we ruled had been given to our ancestors by those gods long ago. As a show of our faithfulness, every generation, the future king scaled Justelion’s Peak and offered a flawless ruby back to the fiery mountain from which it came, along with several drops of his own blood as an offering to The Smoldering One and swore an oath to The Maker of Accords that he would rule justly and honourably.

My time came to make the journey and so I set off by the light of the reddest sunrise I had ever seen, little knowing what Frelseer and Justelion had in store for me. Justelion’s Peak was the highest in the Argalian mountain range, which separated Kelmodion to the north from the land I would one day rule, Seldiona, which lay to the south. I had often found it odd that the mountain most sacred to the impassioned, free-hearted Frelseer had been named after Justelion, the god of treaties and justice. Indeed, it seemed to be the meeting place of divine order and divine chaos, the wisdom of the ruler and the passion of the lover. How fitting that I should have to choose between the two there upon that mountaintop.

After a long climb, I reached the top of Justelion’s Peak, the rim of the mouth of the volcano. The heat flowed from it in waves and I approached, sweat pouring from my brow, and peered cautiously over the edge of the mouth, into the fiery depths of the sacred mountain. I squinted from the intensity of the heat and the intermittent clouds of sulfurous smoke rising from the chasm. In between the billowing clouds of smoke and steam, I saw a strange sight upon a ledge close inside the volcano’s mouth, a huge nest within which sat a bird nearly twice my size. Its two magnificent orange eyes snapped open as it raised its head towards where I perched, watching it. I shuddered slightly at its sharp, curved beak and glistening smoky gray talons. Held paralyzed by awe and wonder, I watched as it spread its majestic wings, each feather a tongue of liquid flame, red and orange with tips of searing blue at the ends, and flew lightly to the edge of the volcano’s mouth to perch beside me.

Dumbfounded, I knelt before the creature, wondering to what purpose Frelseer has sent this holy beast to me. To my amazement, the creature’s form twisted and shrank until it had transformed into a beautiful woman, looking to be several years older than myself, with hair like the feathers of the bird, intensely red and tipped in blue, cascading around her shoulders, lips as crimson as the sunset, skin as white as well-heated iron being worked in the forge and as smooth as obsidian, and those same, incomparably orange eyes.

“Arise, Prince August. I have been waiting for you.” I stumbled to my feet and, with more courage than I felt, met her gaze. Staring into those tremendous orange eyes, I saw my own eyes reflected in them, seeming all the greener and all the brighter for being reflected in hers.

“Who are you?” I asked, my breath only barely producing a sound, having almost fled from wonder.

“I am called many things by the lips of men, but I call myself Scarlet. You know what I am, but I have come to tell you about yourself. I can see the spark in your eyes. Dim though it still remains, it is the same spark that you see in my eyes. You only have yet to awaken it.” She reached out her hand and softly stroked my face. Her touch burned into my flesh like a brand, but her eyes held me fast and I felt no pain, only heat that wrapped around me like a cloak.

“I am a creature of magic and of flame, a chosen of Frelseer, and so are you. I have watched you all your life and now I know what I have suspected all along: an equal power to my own dwells deep within your soul. I can see it.” Her eyes still locked with mine, I could feel her searching my soul with those eyes. For the first time, I could also feel something inside of me, the very thing she had described, a secret power I had never known.

“How can I awaken this spark you have found in me?”

“You must learn to fly and dance among the flames. I can teach you. Take my hand.” I grasped her hand in mine and I felt myself changing, as her flesh too melted and flowed back into the shape of the great bird I had seen before. I looked down to see that I too had become a fantastic bird of splendid crimson feathers tipped with that same bright glint of azure. With a forceful stroke of her wings, Scarlet rose into the air and with no thought but that or yearning for her, I followed, moving my wings as if by instinct and somehow rising into the air.

She flew further, her feathers flashing and those same orange eyes sparkling in the sun as she soared through the clouds and I, breathless with excitement, flew after her, too euphoric to even be afraid of the height at which I flew, too awestruck to doubt my capability to keep the strange bulk of my new form aloft. I chased her like a dog chases a butterfly, without comprehending the object of my pursuit, without knowing what I would do if I actually caught my quarry, knowing only that this marvelous creature had captured my sense of wonder and for that moment, wherever if flew, my heart followed, my body doing its best to keep up.

Finally, she alighted on the rim of Justelion’s Peak. I landed next to her, standing beside her and staring into the depths of the fiery pit as the spell ended and we both shrank back into out human forms. I turned to her expectantly and she smiled. But then her face softened, and a pale shade of sorrow dulled her radiance slightly. “What’s wrong?” I whispered, my heart sinking at the thought that anything might mar our happiness.

“I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with you,” she whispered faintly. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks at her words.

“And I with you. This is no cause for sadness. Never have I known such joy as I have this day.” I dropped to one knee. “Scarlet, you complete my life. Come with me and you shall be my queen. We will rule Seldiona together and I will give you anything you have ever desired. Clearly, this must be fated. Some divine magic has brought us together this day.” I looked up at her hopefully and my soul crumbled under the weight of sorrow in her eyes. Immediately, the face of Prudence, my betrothed, rose in my mind, alongside the face of my aging father and my mother as I remembered her as she had been before she died.

“August, there is only one way to truly kindle the magic in your soul. It is a gift from Frelseer and can only be awakened by joining the fire and becoming like myself. I am eternal, and yet I have known many deaths. Every twenty years, I plunge into this volcano and emerge again, born anew, to begin a new life. I have been a child and a youth for many mortal lifetimes. For the magic of Frelseer belongs only to the young, we whose hearts remain undimmed by age. My time to renew myself nears again and the time by which you must grasp the spark of magic within yourself, if you ever shall, comes quickly alongside it. By my reckoning, you must make your decision by the nightfall tonight, for the power grows weak in you and soon it will extinguish itself.”

My flesh grew cold as I realized the choice I had to make. I looked out over Seldiona, the land which I had been born to rule. The setting sun cast a gentle orange glow over the fields and forests and cities out as far as I could see them stretch. Then I turned back to Scarlet, her hair and eyes and skin gleaming in the sun’s last rays, radiating with beauty, youth, and magic. I sighed and locked eyes with her one last time, embracing her and bringing my lips to hers. I felt as if that kiss dried up all the blood in my heart and melted its soft, red flesh away, leaving but a dying ember growing heavy and cold in my chest. She shivered in my arms and I released her.

She stepped away from me and gracefully leapt into the chalice of liquid fire without a word, only a backwards glance and a single, molten tear. I walked to the edge of the crater and gently picked up the smooth obsidian teardrop. It was hot to the touch, but I clasped it tightly, trying hard to hold back my own tears. Then I removed the ruby I had brought with me from my pocket and replaced it with the obsidian teardrop. I unsheathed my dagger and ran the blade across my palm. Then, as I grasped the ruby in my hand, I watched my blood meander about the facets of the gem in crimson rivulets.

As I let the stone slip from my hand into the cauldron of molten rock, I recited the ancient pledge: “To Frelseer I offer my heart and to Justelion my mind that with their blessings, if it please them, I may be a strong and noble ruler of this land, which lies in the shadow of the flame and the light of the moon.”

I never understood until that moment what those words meant, as I turned away and headed down the mountain while below, a tiny bird, robed in feathers of scarlet tipped in blue flapped haltingly from the depths of Justelion’s Peak. By moonlight I descended the mountain, retelling in my head the story my mother had told me once when I was young:

When our world was created, Solnia, the Shining Maiden, and Lillitania, She Who Darkness Enfolds, had an argument over whose glory ought to be displayed in this world. Each goddess wanted her presence to be clearly evident all of the time. After much argument, Justelion proposed a solution: during the day, the sun would shine, but even as it shown, so illuminating one thing it would cast shadows, while in the night, darkness would fill the land, but a lesser beacon that reflected the sun’s light would be set in the sky along with stars to make the dark sky sparkle. Light would create shadow, but even in the darkness of night, some light would shine, the constant stars and the moon which apportioned light and darkness in equal measure through its regular phases. Both goddesses agreed to this proposal and so Justelion, the Maker of Accords, became known also as the Moon Sage.

I reached the foot of the mountain by sunrise and was welcomed back to the castle with great ceremony. Soon thereafter, I married Prudence and my father died a short while after his first grandchild was born, August II. Prudence is a kind woman, whom even now I feel a great affection for, as do I for my son, August, and my two daughters, Crimson and Ember. But never since that night atop Justelion’s Peak have I felt such passion as that which I felt upon meeting Scarlet.

My kingdom and my family needed me and so I chose honour and the dutiful constancy of the moon over an ageless youth and the beauty and magic of the flame. I made the right and noble choice, and I shall always regret it. Someday my son will do likewise.

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*sighs*
So I finally did it, I dropped Shakespeare and Philosophy. 5 classes and two excos is too much. I already dropped the Fairytale Exco and I'm probably more or less dropping the Manime exco as well. 12 credits is enough right now. I have enough AP credit that this does not entirely eliminate the possibility of graduating in four years. But as I've said, I don't want to be in college anymore and I don't feel like taking any classes right now, much less taking more than the minimum I'm required to take.

I've had a good break and I don't want to end it with an insane rush to finish a paper I don't want to write. It's true what I've heard, English classes do often have the power to suck the fun and the life out of literature. I kinda liked the class, but I'm tired of it. I finally finished the story I started a while ago. Still needs some editing, but I think I'll post it here eventually.

Carpe was ok last night. Vera went Anarch. Got in some good role-playing, but I've crossed the point where playing Vera is cathartic into where her impotent rage just reminds me of my own. She cries too much. Her tears are different than mine, but she still cries too much. I think she's the most emotional character I've ever played. In a way, I'm sad to be shelving her again, but I need a break from it. So I'm going to make a Tremere private investigator. It's a fun concept I feel like playing around with. She's going to be a character about taking some risks and being unconventional and following a dream and that's what I need to make a character about right now.

If anyone wants to hang out tonight, I'll be around.

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Decisions
I have an incredible potential to be a very boring person and to lead a very boring life. Up until now, I have generally felt that I had some sort of duty to make use of this potential by working my ass off to get a diploma so I can have a high-paying, stable, lifelong career that will consume most of my life, whether I like it or not. All my life I've been thinking about what my parents think and what my teachers think and what everyone else thinks about me and wants me to do. I've always felt like I had all of these obligations to do what other people want me to do. But it isn't worth it when it's destroying my own chances at happiness.

I'm going to try my worst to get through the rest of this semester. I'm going to put minimal effort into my classes and if I pass with C-'s, that's great, and if I don't pass at all, I don't really care that much at this point. It's an inconvenience, and nothing more. After this semester, I have a summer to change my mind about whether or not I want to be in college, and if I don't change my mind, I'm taking next semester off. And then I have a semester to change my mind, and if I don't change my mind, then I'm taking the next semester off. And then I have a semester and a summer to change my mind, and if I don't change my mind, then I'm dropping out of college.

I've realized that what I really want to do is write. I've hardly been able to write at all since this summer because of all my schoolwork and the general malaise this situation has put me in. I'm going to spend this summer working at the library, hopefully, and saving money, and writing, and looking for a more permanent job. And then I'm going to get a place in Oberlin to stay and find a job to pay the rent and I'm going to write and have a life on the nights and weekends.

I'm tired of worrying about not being able to find a job or a place to live or all that other shit. I'm just going to stop worrying and do it. And maybe I'll succeed or maybe I'll fail, and if I fail I can try going back to college. But right now, I am not willing to make myself miserable in order to succeed in college. It's not worth that much to me, and for once in my life, I'd really like to just do what makes me happy, regardless of all the stupid responsibilities that I may or may not really even have.

I came to college believing that I would succeed in college because I wanted to succeed in college and I wouldn't let anything stand in my way. I don't want to succeed in college anymore. I want other things. So why should I let anything stand in the way of my having them?

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Update
I have yet to work on my papers, one of which I need to finish by tomorrow, but I can do it tonight. I have, however, finally finished writing 189's backstory. Yay! I think it turned out pretty well. I still have not managed to find the time to read Gehenna, but I think I comprehend the Call of Cthulhu system now and my one shot is almost fully put together and a bunch of people seem to be cool with Thursday night as a time.

I am feeling better than I have been and my eye is not twitching quite so much as it was. This is probably more because I'm escaping my problems for a bit than facing them, but I need the rest. I have been having very strange dreams that vanish from my memory a few moments after I wake up. That tends to happen to me a lot when I sleep here. Maybe it's because it's a different bed than I'm used to.

Things with the parents have been ok. I actually talked to my mom a little about being generally frustrated with school and about my continuing angst over politics and the rest of my worldview which is nebulous at best right now. I even cautiously brought up the idea of taking next semester off and my mom didn't seem entirely opposed to the idea.

Anyway, things are ok. I'm looking forward to getting back to Oberlin and I am not looking forward to going back to classes. The more I think about it, the more it seems like quitting school and finding a job would be the best thing for me. I'm going to talk to a counselor and all that. But the more I think about it, the less I think that college is worth the stress and self-loathing I have to put myself through in order to succeed.

I'm still trying to get back that thing I lost somewhere between high school and college and trying to find a way to bring it back without making people dislike me. I don't know if that's even possible. But I'm trying.

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West Chester
So I'm here in West Chester, got in last night. Things are ok so far. I went to a concert my Dad was singing in tonight and that was nice. I still have to work on those two papers I need to write that I got extensions for, but I've mostly just been relaxing and catching up on sleep so far.

I will be back in Oberlin on Tuesday late afternoon. My plane gets in at 5 and I'll be catching the LCT back to Oberlin after that. Also, I'm planning on running a Call of Cthulhu one-shot sometime during break. Anyone interested? I'd be looking for 5-6 players and I was thinking that maybe Friday night would work.

I've never played or run it before and I'm basically learning the system while I'm here in my parent's house because I don't really have all that much else to do, unless you count homework. It seems like the system is pretty simple though and easy to learn, so experience with the system is in no way a prerequisite.

So yeah, I miss you all and hope that all you Obies are having good breaks, wherever you are.

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So Yeah
I haven't posted lately. Mostly I've been dealing with stuff which I don't particularly think it would be entirely appropriate to discuss in this forum. Suffice it to say, I have crises. It sucks. That's why I haven't posted lately. If you really want to know what's going on, ask. I'm not saying I particularly want you to ask, nor that I particularly don't want you to ask. But as always, I have no secrets.

Yes, I did try to make an appointment with the counseling center, but they didn't have any times this week that I could schedule an appointment, so they said to talk to them at the end of this week or at the beginning of the week after break and see if I can make an appointment after break. I plan to do this. I don't know if it will help but I'm going to give it another try because I'm quickly running out of ideas.

I'm going to visit my parents on Friday afternoon and getting back on Tuesday evening. I'll then be here for the rest of break. Everyone else who will be here, come hang out with me.

Some things I have learned:

1. Gaming less only makes things worse.
2. I have lost something since high school and I want it back.
3. Being around other people constantly does not always help.
4. There's a fine, fine line...
5. My flaws are a part of my character and sometimes buying them off just isn't worth the experience.

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"You have learnt something. That always feels at first as if you had lost something." -Major Barbara, by George Bernard Shaw

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Actual Title of an Email I Received
IncrediblyHotMomsDoItAll

Despite the lack of spaces, I am most impressed by the proper spelling.

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Ever After
I tried to write a story a while ago that I never really finished because I couldn't make it end the way I wanted it to. The plot went something like this: It was about this guy named August who was in college and he was kind of depressed and didn't really care about much of anything. And then he met this girl named Scarlet. And she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen and they fell in love with each other and she made him incredibly happy. And so he started caring about things and having ambitions and working hard because he wanted to be able to provide a good life for her someday.

And so eventually Scarlet told August that she was a phoenix and that she could transform into this beautiful, fiery-colored bird and she could give him the ability to do this too, at least for a little while, and they flew together and they were wonderfully happy and in love. And then Scarlet explained that it's about her time to immolate and be reborn because phoenixes only live for about 25 years before they immolate and are reincarnated somewhere else. But that if a phoenix and a mortal fall in love, the mortal can immolate with the phoenix and become a phoenix himself, and in doing so, their fates will be forever tied together so that in every reincarnation they will grow up side by side and their love would never fade.

And August ponders this, but he realizes that he has ambitions now and so many things that he wants to do with his life, and living in a state of eternal youth and never being more than 25 wouldn't let him do all of the things he wanted to do. So he decides that he won't go with Scarlet, even though that means that he'll never see her again and he'll never be able to be a phoenix again. And so she immolates and he stays behind.

And I wanted to end it in a sort of bittersweet manner with some bullshit about how he goes on and lives a rich and full life and his life is better now because he had experienced love and for a little while he was able to fly. But I just couldn't write that ending because it's a lie. August had what he always wanted, beauty and passion and love and magic. He had what he had waited for all of his life and he let it go, he gave it up for a normal, practical life. He gave up an eternity of youth and beauty and love for the sake of a regular existence. But how much could regular success mean to anyone who has truly been that happy and truly had his life touched by something so amazing?

I wanted the ending to be hopeful, if not exactly happy, but that's not the way it is. The ending is tragic, horribly gut-wrenchingly tragic. And what's even more tragic is that over the years, August will come to forget Scarlet and to rationalize to himself what happened so that he doesn't believe in phoenixes anymore, and he'll call what he feels for other girls love because he doesn't remember what real love is like. And he'll lose the fire that Scarlet ignited in his soul. And he will die. And his story will end there.

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Voting
So I voted today, for Edwards, because he was the only one left who had a small chance and wasn't Kerry. That's a horrible reason to vote for someone. But it's really the only logical thing to do at this point. I hate pretending to be a logical person.

When I was younger, I really wanted to be able to vote and I would have voted for people who I really liked and really wanted to win. Now, I realize that every time I go to the polls, I'm just going to be voting for the Democrat who seems to be the least opposed to what I believe while still maintaining some measure of electability. And then I'll be voting for the Democrat because it's better than voting for the Republican because no matter who the candidates are, in America, you're voting for a party, not a candidate since all the candidates are going to do what their parties say and vote in unison with the rest of their party most of the time.

My vote isn't going to make a difference, and even if it did, it wouldn't be a difference that I'd be particularly proud of making. I'm going to vote for Kerry when he runs against Bush, because Kerry is the least horrible option. I hate voting like that. I feel so dishonest because I'm voting for someone I don't like at all just because I dislike him less than the alternative. And I know that's the practical thing to do, but it feels so wrong to me.

If I'd been able to vote in the 2000 election, I would have voted for Nader because I actually liked him and I actually would have liked for him to be president, and despite the utter futility of it, I would have at least voted for someone I actually wanted as president and I would have felt good about that. But that's not the intelligent way to vote and it's not the way I'm going to vote, so instead I'm going to spend the rest of my life voting for the Democrat because he's the Democrat and I feel awful about that.

It's really sad that I have become so practical.

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Ehh, I still say I'm more of a Boggan

Troll: The heroic trolls are the soldiers for
Changeling. Honorable and courageous, they are
a proud race. Unfortuantly they are somewhat
lacking a sense of humor and if they break a
gies something really unpleasent happens to
them.


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I've never even played Mage

Mage: You can bend and twist reality to your whims
as long as you are willing to pay the price.
Knowledge fuels you, and spurs you to new and
challenging heights on a regular basis. Magic
is your tool of choice, and no matter how you
invoke its power, you can control and shape it
to your whims. You try to slowly change
consensual reality in order to allow others to
experience your power, as well as lessen the
negative effects of casting your spells. One
day you hope to transcend this mortal husk that
binds you and become something greater.


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:)

Changeling: You live with your head in the clouds
and your heels just barely touching the ground.
Sure you worry about the encroaching banality
and do your best to stay happy, but overall you
dont let things get to you too much, After all,
you are descendant from the fae of legends and
you see and interact with chimera every day.
You have very low/1-5 banality.


How Banal Are You?
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Yeah, I'm just a child of the weaver

Pure: Your heart and soul are so pure it is as
though you where born yesterday. Somehow you
have managed to avoid all of the bad things in
life, and have led a very sheltered life. You
are a beacon of light in a world of shadows,
but your heart radiated a gentle kindness that
the shadows dissipate before.

You have absolutely no taint upon your soul.


How Wyrm Tainted Are You?
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