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You see Elias would interfere is he knew what was going on, but since you're not attacking with hatred he can't feel it, so it wouldn't make sense for him to know what was going on. SO no, no this time I stay out and besides you two might kick my butt.

umm.. cookie from Bastet....uhh......coookiiieeee *Look for a minute like homer simpson.* But now this one must retire, tommorow I has to go back to the monoty of the reality I have choosen. As always it has been a pleasure and an honor.

I'm here for the long haul. besides. Cym wants to start to learn how to read razz

*yawns sleepily* You did very well Cym but I have to get some sleep. I'm falling asleep at the computer. I'll see you later. *huggles* Night.

"My life is but an endless toil of never being allowed to be happy, everything that I love is taken so fouly from my arms, and I am tossed to the forever blowing winds of chaos and despair."

I have to admit, that his day has not been the best of my young life, and that with my low degree of patience over matters I am growing rather impatient, it seems that the real world has not allowed to do the things which I must do here in this world, to push the man of my own creation where he needs to go, to be in that place of either hapiness of sadness. But alas, time once agian is not on my side, but all I can do is sit and be patient and hope that my plans do not fall through if the actions of another are faster then my own.

A short Rant: How this Guild Destroyed my Academic life. 590 words

A sad truth this is, but here I am yet again writing to this guild when it is empty about how it has stolen my heart from my schooling, and possessed my soul...

Now why can't I leave, why can't I return to this dreary scholastic empire? That is simple, I enjoy writing and role playing too much to ever leave this dream. A dream this is, to perfect and flawed to be anything else, a delicate ripple in existence that brings forth such emotion that very few things beyond it can produce a similar response. Perhaps it is just the bitter loneliness of this unwelcoming school that forbids my exit, and the seductive lure set before me has completely and utterly enthralled all my senses...

To sleep is a welcome break from this machine, as my fingers begin to ache with the misfortune of a keyboard that is low on its life expectancy, soon it shall have to retire, and I will have to replace it with a newer and better version of itself... But I have only written 11 essays this year, and they would only number about 30 000 words total... then how is it these keys are so weakened?

Simple, I write too much, though often you see little. I write and rewrite a response to make it seem real, I try to remember who is talking and what they would say, and sometimes have to see what they are thinking in order to word it with eloquence or simplicity. Time and time again though, the system fails me, and my post is lost to the chaotic winds of Lanzor's grave misfortune. A pox upon the time when Gaia is downed, just as I hit the submit button... Had I have been a quicker type, or simpler wit, I could have had the message posted, but alas I am weak with words, and i find myself slow to respond. To this seductive site I say, hello.

Hello indeed, as even now as an essay draws on its final time, I only need to through 2 000 words together to finish it, but here I am easily tossing a few hundred to this portal of love and hate. To write here is bliss; whereas, to write there is hell. Lost in my own language, lost in the perplexing characters, lost in the personalities that we have created to fill this space. Yet, non of them exist beyond these words, they are not much more than ghosts, but ghost I feel exist more to me than many of the mimes that run about this hallowed building.

Lost in the words of these pages, never to be free of the calling, only to hear the sweet tune of the blissful winds of lands that do not really exist, but tempt my soul into there grasp ever so nicely.

A lost soul I am, for on these pages I am more whole than off, but that is only true so far as to say, that I miss having a home. Homeless I am, so a home I have made, from a tiny manor in a land where the endless supply of trees never ceases to throw out a few goblins. Where my sword and archaic skills are not as useless as they are here, but are a thing of grace and beauty. To be able to be part of this world is wonderful, now if only I had something important to say.

Umm...there is absolutely nothing that I can say to that expect wow, that was just great, as we say here in Cali, you got mucho skylo holmes.