Once again, I, the Lord of the Fifth Tribe express my distaste at another victim of my wondrous displeasure. It is not you but your thoughts that i now condemn to suffer. The worlds fill with evil as the days grow old and are forgotten but you stand out now as the single most vile being in existence. Punishments are not crafted any longer that will suffice to repay the debt you now owe all that breathe. And what of those that do not, you ask? It is them that you ultimately sinned against. They now live among the ashes for what you once thought wisdom. And they show love to these ashes for they have forgotten any higher comfort. Now fall down before everything that has the existential force in it and plead for your pardon. And may mercy and pity rule their hearts, for without mercy and pity, you may count yourself among the dead. There in the crypts you will not be forgotten peacefully, but linger on, forever in torment.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Origin of the Separators
The world was once a peaceful place. People were free to do what they wanted. Free to live how they wanted. But the peace was broken...In a dark place a secret cult, the Connectors, was born. They called themselves a band but it was evident that they couldn't create music.Their songs could slay even the bravest of souls.
All around the globe, innocent lives were destroyed. Entire nations fell under the powers of lameness and nerdiness wielded by the Connectors. At last, not a single government stood against them and their dark arts. They were seated on the throne of the world(which was pretty big). Humanity had given up, but hope still remained.
One hope like a glimmer of light in the dark ready to be snuffed out by the cruel work of the Connectors. If even one small decision was made wrong the fate of mankind could be thrown into the utter depths of The Pit. This last hope was found in a band of young heroes who were at the moment mere scholars in The Temple.
The Temple was governed by the governors appointed by the Connectors. But the Connectors knew resistance was stirring there. No one openly spoke against them but knew in their heads that the Connectors were gay. But these young scholars thought differently. They strongly believed that if anyone behaved in a gay manner they (people acting gay) should be told so....and the scholars frequently informed the gay people so that they could repent and change their ways before it was too late.
The Dougs were senior members of the Temple who were in charge of these scholars, whose names were Harlandalf the Young, Ninotrix the Great, Georgotrox the Magnificent and Akkkshag the Simple. The Dougs pretended to be noble people but were secretly in league with the Connectors. They knew converting the scholars to the Dark Side would prove to be difficult. So they created a plan to stop the scholars from rebelling against the Connectors. The entire Temple assembled one night, to witness a concert by the Connectors. The instant the Connectors started to play, all the people in the hall fell into a trance due to the dark power of the "music". But they only felt a fraction of the powers, for the Connectors were concentrating all their strength into the minds of Harlandalf, Ninotrix, Georgotrox and Akkkshag. They would have been completely transformed and enslaved forever if they had not escaped just minutes earlier.
Were it not for the Dougs loudly discussing the secret concert in their manor as the heroes walked by there would have been no hope for humanity. It was midday when these heroes were walking past the manor window, hearing the Dougs plotting this secret concert. The Heroes felt Betrayal, Fear and Uttermost disgust at discovering the true allegiance of the Dougs. At once they planned to escape. Now the Temple had many animals within its campus,and while no one was looking Akkkshag stole three large sheep from the pasture. He took them to the room he shared with Harlandalf, Ninotrix and Georgotrox. Harlandalf and Ninotrix knocked out a hippo and dragged it to the very same room while Georgotrox ate a pie. They adorned these four animals with their cloaks, covered Georgotrox in a glue made of tree sap and cow urine and rolled him in grey dust. Then roughly three minutes before the concert they rolled Georgotrox to the gate. The four were stopped and questioned by the guards. Ninotrix told them that they were moving boulders for community service. The guards let them through and by the time the Connectors realized that the Heroes were missing in the Temple, it was too late and Georgotrox, Akkkshag, Ninotrix and Harlandalf had arrived at the Dulwood forest using the rolling Georgotrox as transport.
The Dulwood had been named by combining the two words Dull and Wood. Here, the young heroes faced their greatest fear, boredom. Many locals were terrified of the place. The trees were the most pathetic, lifeless, drab trees on the earth. There are tales of how they could kill a man, since his brain cannot comprehend the utter pointlessness of them. There were almost no animals and the few that were there could only sleep and fart.
The ground was hard and grey, the rivers were small, straight, shallow and just boring. The forest stretched endlessly like an eternal nightmare. There were rocks that resembled large, plastic blobs. The woods even had a strangely boring smell. Many people had wanted to burn down the forest but the Connectors had let it remain to 'preserve nature', though it was clear that they cared not for nature after having a "jamming" session in front of penguins, which now have been reclassified as an endangered species.
Through this vast, boring hell the heroes travelled. They only seeked a way out but none could be found.
This was indeed The Trial the great teacher had talked about, The Purge to purity, the test all must go through before receiving the prize. Many a day they trudged through the indescribable dullness of the forest, their footsteps making the same echoing monotony every step of the absolutely flat and uniform ground. Georgotrox wanted to stop and sleep; he had mixed emotions, boredom, sleepiness and tiredness. The others urged him onwards for they knew if he slept here it would be an eternal dreamless sleep. None the less Georgotrox fell asleep but his momentum kept him at the same pace as the others. After what seemed like an eternity Travelling through Dulwood they had forgotten what the outside world was like. They fell into the same uniform routine through the rest of the forest step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step.
Then finally they noticed that something was different, at this they celebrated, there were two shadows of every tree and two different shades of light one the boring yellow light of the forest sun and a white light. They were close to the end of the forest, they could feel uniformity slowly dripping out of their souls. They were close to Mount Allalya.
Mount Allalya, the Home of the Gods. The heroes highly doubted the Gods would approve of mortals such as themselves travelling to Allalya but knew it was a far better option then remaining in the Dulwood. They steeled their hearts and began pushing Georgotrox up the mountain. Their journey up was fairly boring but after what they had just been through, it was entertainment. At last they arrived at the summit in front of the gates of Allalya. They had a short rest and Georgotrox woke up, completely ungrateful for having been rolled up a mountain. The gates were guarded by two shiny men. The figures were familiar to the heroes. Cerddoriaeth, the God of Music and Tvorivost, the God of creativity stood before them. They denied the scholars entry. They explained, that as mortals, it was not their destiny to enter Allalya. Akkkshag started to curse them but was subdued by his companions. They started to climb down the mountain. But they were not the kind of people to give up this easily. They stopped a few metres down the mountain and camped there for the night. Harlandalf, Ninotrix and Akkkshag sat up for many hours sitting in a corner deciding what to do next. Georgotrox sat up for many hours sitting in a corner eating.
The next morning Flopawe and Ssdhatonmwe, the twin Gods on watch, permitted a few red yaks into the city. Red yaks were considered sacred and were allowed to wander. Their was one curiously large yak though and they planned to report that later. The four yaks travelled along the streets.
Tvorivost and Cerddoriaeth were inspecting the markets when two red yaks in the middle of the street started arguing. Yaks couldn't talk generally but these were red yaks, they were unpredictable. There was one small one who called the other big one 'fatass bumballs' and the big one couldn't think of anything to say and so kept screaming. They were so loud that no one noticed two other yaks disappear in a corner before Ninotrix and Harlandalf appeared.
Both of them slowly crept through the crowd towards the unaware Gods. Both Cerddoriaeth and Tvorivost fell unconscious suddenly. It is common knowledge that a god's pocket is usually where their powers are kept. By the time someone noticed them on the floor, the Gods' pockets were empty. Ninotrix, Akkkshag and Harlandalf shared the powers of music and creativity among themselves, which they planned to use against the Connectors, as they ran. The alarm rang as people tried to stop them but they were far stronger now with their powers. As they were leaving the city Georgotrox started whining because he didn't have any powers. The others quickly knocked out Floopy, the God of Transexuals, who was nearby and gave Georgotrox its powers before starting down the mountain.
From where they were they could see the hill on which The Temple stood. It was strange that after what had seemed an eternity of walking, they had only covered a few miles of land; this was probably due to the Dulwood forest that surrounded Mount Allalya.
They continued down the mountain and travelled yet again through the forest toward The Temple to win back the souls of those who were lost, corrupted or mentally damaged by the Connectors "music". The journey was less daunting, long and tiresome as their previous journey. Apart from Georgotrox, who fell asleep almost immediately, the others did not even feel bored due to their newly obtained powers of music and creativity. They reached the end of Dulwood in less than three hours, Georgotrox woke up with a very high pitched yawn. They decided to set up camp to sleep. A giver of news passed by and they asked him what the date was, and he told the it was the 1st of October. This confused them very much, and after confirming that it was the same year that they left the temple they realised it had only been three days since they escaped. They were proud to be the first people to have ever come out of the Dulwood Forest twice and go to the home of the gods in less than one week.
That night they swore to one another, they swore on their honour to never rest, to never stop, to never die until they saw the entire world Separated from fake music and the evil borne by the Connectors. To Separate the light from the dark. The righteous from the Connectors fans. They became one with true music, creativity and freedom, they burned with a passionate desire to separate all that the Connectors connected. To fight lameness and nerdiness with awsumness and awsumness. They became more than just ordinary men, they became the Separators.
They had practically had no plan on how to take back The Temple for they knew that they could never take this impenetrable fortress by themselves, and they were also discouraged by the spine chilling, shrill voice of the recently transformed Georgotrox. They hid behind an outcrop of rocks in sight of The Temple and waited for there creativity to give them an idea, they came up with many but Georgotrox refused most of them for they involved moving. Three hours later they saw two figures coming toward where they were sitting. These figures were rather small compared to Harlandalf, Ninotrix, Akkkshag and definitely Georgotrox. Both wore black, they were collecting small rocks, Georgotrox wanted to go and talk with them and ask them for directions the others mocked him because their destination was in sight. But everyone saw that this was an opportunity to get into The Temple. Akkkshag and Harlandalf crept around them and forcefully took them to the rocks with their hands over their mouths. At the rock outcrop they found that they were, in fact, women. The first was Preetaz the Garab and Jacind Khan, the decendant of the great Khaz-Ag-Dum Khan. Ninotrix was suprisingly quiet at this time. The women explained that they were foreign and since they were foreign women they had no rights and they were forced to work for the connectors and they had a choice to do manual labour or rating the Connectors "songs". The separators played them a few of their songs which enlightened their spirits and made them want to heal the world. Jacind Khan could actually play a certain instrument that was native to her land, in fact she was very skilled. The Separators offered them places in their band, they offered Jacind Khan a part to play her instrument and offered Preetaz the Garab to dance for their band. Jacind Khan agreed but Preetaz the Garab politely declined, saying that it would be too much to ask of someone like her but she did offer to help and support the Separators which she did.
The sun had set as these noble heroes crept into the temple. They planned to liberate the rest of the temple from the clutches of the Connectors, whose power had grown. The scholars and teachers at the temple had become soulless creatures with no life left in them. The Separators felt pity for them and vowed to set them free. At this hour, all in the temple were asleep save the few guards appointed by the Connectors. The Separators slew these guards with ease. They entered the dormitory of the scholars. Here they were greeted with a surprising scene. Ijazz Eliot the Blonde, one of their old friends, sat awake in bed with a look of grief on his face. The heroes conversed with him, learning that he was the last sane scholar remaining. He had resisted the brainwashing of the Connectors, but his strength was fading. On the outside he appeared to be just an ordinary human but the Separators could sense the awsumness that lay dormant within him. He asked the others to help him, and they agreed.They let him come along with them.
The Separators, Preetaz and Ijazz entered the colossal room where the Connectors lay asleep. The corruption radiated out of their hideous bodies. They arose at the sound of the door. For a moment the Separators and Connectors stared at each other, with hatred reflecting from their eyes. Both sides knew that this battle would be fierce. And then they started to fight. The battle was not only fierce but it was the most epic, crucial and awsum battle the world has ever witnessed. The Separators fought for the freedom of the world. They knew that only they could defeat the Connectors. All of them were powerful beings. However, the Connectors drew their powers from lameness while the Separators burned with the powers of Music and Creativity. Preetaz and Ijazz helped the Separators where they could. The Separators had the upper hand. The future of the world looked bright as the Connectors looked as though they would surrender. Victory seemed certain. But then to the woe of the human race, the Connectors revealed their deadliest weapon. They called it 'Light up this world'. But it did everything but light up the world. The people of the Earth moaned in pain as the cacophany filled their ears. The Separators were thrown to the ground. They didn't expect to ever get up again. The Connectors sneered at them. The Separators thought they had failed the world. All that they had been through was in vain.They prepared themselves for the bitter taste of defeat. As the Connectors got ready to kill them something unexpected happened. Preetaz the Garab who had been cheering on the Separators drew her Ultimate Foam Finger of Doom. She unleashed its power on the Connectors hoping and praying it would work. The power of the Finger was miniscule in comparison to that of the Connectors, yet it weakened them. This gave the Separators time to get back to their feet. And now that the Connectors were weakened, it was time for them to kick ass.And they kiked ass like nothing the world had seen. They kiked the Connectors asses so badly that a crater was formed. All eyes on the planet turned to the battle. The lame jumped for joy as the demise of the Connectors seemed near. The world stood still to watch the end of their torment. The Separators channeled all the music and creativity within the world against the Connectors.The Connectors resisted but no amount of resistance could save them now. Their power broke and they fell to the ground.
The Connectors were defeated. Most of their members were obliterated. Only three remained. Enock the Lost, Elish the Dreadful and Flintov the Wise. Enock and Elish gathered their remaining strength and fled. Flintov lived up to his title and remained.
The Separators allowed Ijazz to join them in gratitude for all his help. Then they wondered what to do with Flintov.He knew what he had done was wrong. He begged for forgiveness. He offered to use his powers for good from that point onward. He asked to join the Separators as well. They carefully considered this proposition. They could see he had truly repented and agreed to let him become the 7th member of the Separators.
The battle with the Connectors had left a scar on the world. The people began to rebuild all that the Connectors had destroyed and corrupted.The Separators would help them restore the world to its former beauty.
But the two Connectors still remain. They disappeared into the darkness, but that is only temporary. They lie in wait, growing in power. One day they will surely rise again. The Separators are heroes now but they will not be able to face them alone on that day. They will need support. On that day it will come down to the number of fans of the Connectors against the number of fans of the Separators. Fight for freedom. Fight for justice. Fight for the eternal preservation of awsumness. Like this page.
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All around the globe, innocent lives were destroyed. Entire nations fell under the powers of lameness and nerdiness wielded by the Connectors. At last, not a single government stood against them and their dark arts. They were seated on the throne of the world(which was pretty big). Humanity had given up, but hope still remained.
One hope like a glimmer of light in the dark ready to be snuffed out by the cruel work of the Connectors. If even one small decision was made wrong the fate of mankind could be thrown into the utter depths of The Pit. This last hope was found in a band of young heroes who were at the moment mere scholars in The Temple.
The Temple was governed by the governors appointed by the Connectors. But the Connectors knew resistance was stirring there. No one openly spoke against them but knew in their heads that the Connectors were gay. But these young scholars thought differently. They strongly believed that if anyone behaved in a gay manner they (people acting gay) should be told so....and the scholars frequently informed the gay people so that they could repent and change their ways before it was too late.
The Dougs were senior members of the Temple who were in charge of these scholars, whose names were Harlandalf the Young, Ninotrix the Great, Georgotrox the Magnificent and Akkkshag the Simple. The Dougs pretended to be noble people but were secretly in league with the Connectors. They knew converting the scholars to the Dark Side would prove to be difficult. So they created a plan to stop the scholars from rebelling against the Connectors. The entire Temple assembled one night, to witness a concert by the Connectors. The instant the Connectors started to play, all the people in the hall fell into a trance due to the dark power of the "music". But they only felt a fraction of the powers, for the Connectors were concentrating all their strength into the minds of Harlandalf, Ninotrix, Georgotrox and Akkkshag. They would have been completely transformed and enslaved forever if they had not escaped just minutes earlier.
Were it not for the Dougs loudly discussing the secret concert in their manor as the heroes walked by there would have been no hope for humanity. It was midday when these heroes were walking past the manor window, hearing the Dougs plotting this secret concert. The Heroes felt Betrayal, Fear and Uttermost disgust at discovering the true allegiance of the Dougs. At once they planned to escape. Now the Temple had many animals within its campus,and while no one was looking Akkkshag stole three large sheep from the pasture. He took them to the room he shared with Harlandalf, Ninotrix and Georgotrox. Harlandalf and Ninotrix knocked out a hippo and dragged it to the very same room while Georgotrox ate a pie. They adorned these four animals with their cloaks, covered Georgotrox in a glue made of tree sap and cow urine and rolled him in grey dust. Then roughly three minutes before the concert they rolled Georgotrox to the gate. The four were stopped and questioned by the guards. Ninotrix told them that they were moving boulders for community service. The guards let them through and by the time the Connectors realized that the Heroes were missing in the Temple, it was too late and Georgotrox, Akkkshag, Ninotrix and Harlandalf had arrived at the Dulwood forest using the rolling Georgotrox as transport.
The Dulwood had been named by combining the two words Dull and Wood. Here, the young heroes faced their greatest fear, boredom. Many locals were terrified of the place. The trees were the most pathetic, lifeless, drab trees on the earth. There are tales of how they could kill a man, since his brain cannot comprehend the utter pointlessness of them. There were almost no animals and the few that were there could only sleep and fart.
The ground was hard and grey, the rivers were small, straight, shallow and just boring. The forest stretched endlessly like an eternal nightmare. There were rocks that resembled large, plastic blobs. The woods even had a strangely boring smell. Many people had wanted to burn down the forest but the Connectors had let it remain to 'preserve nature', though it was clear that they cared not for nature after having a "jamming" session in front of penguins, which now have been reclassified as an endangered species.
Through this vast, boring hell the heroes travelled. They only seeked a way out but none could be found.
This was indeed The Trial the great teacher had talked about, The Purge to purity, the test all must go through before receiving the prize. Many a day they trudged through the indescribable dullness of the forest, their footsteps making the same echoing monotony every step of the absolutely flat and uniform ground. Georgotrox wanted to stop and sleep; he had mixed emotions, boredom, sleepiness and tiredness. The others urged him onwards for they knew if he slept here it would be an eternal dreamless sleep. None the less Georgotrox fell asleep but his momentum kept him at the same pace as the others. After what seemed like an eternity Travelling through Dulwood they had forgotten what the outside world was like. They fell into the same uniform routine through the rest of the forest step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step.
Then finally they noticed that something was different, at this they celebrated, there were two shadows of every tree and two different shades of light one the boring yellow light of the forest sun and a white light. They were close to the end of the forest, they could feel uniformity slowly dripping out of their souls. They were close to Mount Allalya.
Mount Allalya, the Home of the Gods. The heroes highly doubted the Gods would approve of mortals such as themselves travelling to Allalya but knew it was a far better option then remaining in the Dulwood. They steeled their hearts and began pushing Georgotrox up the mountain. Their journey up was fairly boring but after what they had just been through, it was entertainment. At last they arrived at the summit in front of the gates of Allalya. They had a short rest and Georgotrox woke up, completely ungrateful for having been rolled up a mountain. The gates were guarded by two shiny men. The figures were familiar to the heroes. Cerddoriaeth, the God of Music and Tvorivost, the God of creativity stood before them. They denied the scholars entry. They explained, that as mortals, it was not their destiny to enter Allalya. Akkkshag started to curse them but was subdued by his companions. They started to climb down the mountain. But they were not the kind of people to give up this easily. They stopped a few metres down the mountain and camped there for the night. Harlandalf, Ninotrix and Akkkshag sat up for many hours sitting in a corner deciding what to do next. Georgotrox sat up for many hours sitting in a corner eating.
The next morning Flopawe and Ssdhatonmwe, the twin Gods on watch, permitted a few red yaks into the city. Red yaks were considered sacred and were allowed to wander. Their was one curiously large yak though and they planned to report that later. The four yaks travelled along the streets.
Tvorivost and Cerddoriaeth were inspecting the markets when two red yaks in the middle of the street started arguing. Yaks couldn't talk generally but these were red yaks, they were unpredictable. There was one small one who called the other big one 'fatass bumballs' and the big one couldn't think of anything to say and so kept screaming. They were so loud that no one noticed two other yaks disappear in a corner before Ninotrix and Harlandalf appeared.
Both of them slowly crept through the crowd towards the unaware Gods. Both Cerddoriaeth and Tvorivost fell unconscious suddenly. It is common knowledge that a god's pocket is usually where their powers are kept. By the time someone noticed them on the floor, the Gods' pockets were empty. Ninotrix, Akkkshag and Harlandalf shared the powers of music and creativity among themselves, which they planned to use against the Connectors, as they ran. The alarm rang as people tried to stop them but they were far stronger now with their powers. As they were leaving the city Georgotrox started whining because he didn't have any powers. The others quickly knocked out Floopy, the God of Transexuals, who was nearby and gave Georgotrox its powers before starting down the mountain.
From where they were they could see the hill on which The Temple stood. It was strange that after what had seemed an eternity of walking, they had only covered a few miles of land; this was probably due to the Dulwood forest that surrounded Mount Allalya.
They continued down the mountain and travelled yet again through the forest toward The Temple to win back the souls of those who were lost, corrupted or mentally damaged by the Connectors "music". The journey was less daunting, long and tiresome as their previous journey. Apart from Georgotrox, who fell asleep almost immediately, the others did not even feel bored due to their newly obtained powers of music and creativity. They reached the end of Dulwood in less than three hours, Georgotrox woke up with a very high pitched yawn. They decided to set up camp to sleep. A giver of news passed by and they asked him what the date was, and he told the it was the 1st of October. This confused them very much, and after confirming that it was the same year that they left the temple they realised it had only been three days since they escaped. They were proud to be the first people to have ever come out of the Dulwood Forest twice and go to the home of the gods in less than one week.
That night they swore to one another, they swore on their honour to never rest, to never stop, to never die until they saw the entire world Separated from fake music and the evil borne by the Connectors. To Separate the light from the dark. The righteous from the Connectors fans. They became one with true music, creativity and freedom, they burned with a passionate desire to separate all that the Connectors connected. To fight lameness and nerdiness with awsumness and awsumness. They became more than just ordinary men, they became the Separators.
They had practically had no plan on how to take back The Temple for they knew that they could never take this impenetrable fortress by themselves, and they were also discouraged by the spine chilling, shrill voice of the recently transformed Georgotrox. They hid behind an outcrop of rocks in sight of The Temple and waited for there creativity to give them an idea, they came up with many but Georgotrox refused most of them for they involved moving. Three hours later they saw two figures coming toward where they were sitting. These figures were rather small compared to Harlandalf, Ninotrix, Akkkshag and definitely Georgotrox. Both wore black, they were collecting small rocks, Georgotrox wanted to go and talk with them and ask them for directions the others mocked him because their destination was in sight. But everyone saw that this was an opportunity to get into The Temple. Akkkshag and Harlandalf crept around them and forcefully took them to the rocks with their hands over their mouths. At the rock outcrop they found that they were, in fact, women. The first was Preetaz the Garab and Jacind Khan, the decendant of the great Khaz-Ag-Dum Khan. Ninotrix was suprisingly quiet at this time. The women explained that they were foreign and since they were foreign women they had no rights and they were forced to work for the connectors and they had a choice to do manual labour or rating the Connectors "songs". The separators played them a few of their songs which enlightened their spirits and made them want to heal the world. Jacind Khan could actually play a certain instrument that was native to her land, in fact she was very skilled. The Separators offered them places in their band, they offered Jacind Khan a part to play her instrument and offered Preetaz the Garab to dance for their band. Jacind Khan agreed but Preetaz the Garab politely declined, saying that it would be too much to ask of someone like her but she did offer to help and support the Separators which she did.
The sun had set as these noble heroes crept into the temple. They planned to liberate the rest of the temple from the clutches of the Connectors, whose power had grown. The scholars and teachers at the temple had become soulless creatures with no life left in them. The Separators felt pity for them and vowed to set them free. At this hour, all in the temple were asleep save the few guards appointed by the Connectors. The Separators slew these guards with ease. They entered the dormitory of the scholars. Here they were greeted with a surprising scene. Ijazz Eliot the Blonde, one of their old friends, sat awake in bed with a look of grief on his face. The heroes conversed with him, learning that he was the last sane scholar remaining. He had resisted the brainwashing of the Connectors, but his strength was fading. On the outside he appeared to be just an ordinary human but the Separators could sense the awsumness that lay dormant within him. He asked the others to help him, and they agreed.They let him come along with them.
The Separators, Preetaz and Ijazz entered the colossal room where the Connectors lay asleep. The corruption radiated out of their hideous bodies. They arose at the sound of the door. For a moment the Separators and Connectors stared at each other, with hatred reflecting from their eyes. Both sides knew that this battle would be fierce. And then they started to fight. The battle was not only fierce but it was the most epic, crucial and awsum battle the world has ever witnessed. The Separators fought for the freedom of the world. They knew that only they could defeat the Connectors. All of them were powerful beings. However, the Connectors drew their powers from lameness while the Separators burned with the powers of Music and Creativity. Preetaz and Ijazz helped the Separators where they could. The Separators had the upper hand. The future of the world looked bright as the Connectors looked as though they would surrender. Victory seemed certain. But then to the woe of the human race, the Connectors revealed their deadliest weapon. They called it 'Light up this world'. But it did everything but light up the world. The people of the Earth moaned in pain as the cacophany filled their ears. The Separators were thrown to the ground. They didn't expect to ever get up again. The Connectors sneered at them. The Separators thought they had failed the world. All that they had been through was in vain.They prepared themselves for the bitter taste of defeat. As the Connectors got ready to kill them something unexpected happened. Preetaz the Garab who had been cheering on the Separators drew her Ultimate Foam Finger of Doom. She unleashed its power on the Connectors hoping and praying it would work. The power of the Finger was miniscule in comparison to that of the Connectors, yet it weakened them. This gave the Separators time to get back to their feet. And now that the Connectors were weakened, it was time for them to kick ass.And they kiked ass like nothing the world had seen. They kiked the Connectors asses so badly that a crater was formed. All eyes on the planet turned to the battle. The lame jumped for joy as the demise of the Connectors seemed near. The world stood still to watch the end of their torment. The Separators channeled all the music and creativity within the world against the Connectors.The Connectors resisted but no amount of resistance could save them now. Their power broke and they fell to the ground.
The Connectors were defeated. Most of their members were obliterated. Only three remained. Enock the Lost, Elish the Dreadful and Flintov the Wise. Enock and Elish gathered their remaining strength and fled. Flintov lived up to his title and remained.
The Separators allowed Ijazz to join them in gratitude for all his help. Then they wondered what to do with Flintov.He knew what he had done was wrong. He begged for forgiveness. He offered to use his powers for good from that point onward. He asked to join the Separators as well. They carefully considered this proposition. They could see he had truly repented and agreed to let him become the 7th member of the Separators.
The battle with the Connectors had left a scar on the world. The people began to rebuild all that the Connectors had destroyed and corrupted.The Separators would help them restore the world to its former beauty.
But the two Connectors still remain. They disappeared into the darkness, but that is only temporary. They lie in wait, growing in power. One day they will surely rise again. The Separators are heroes now but they will not be able to face them alone on that day. They will need support. On that day it will come down to the number of fans of the Connectors against the number of fans of the Separators. Fight for freedom. Fight for justice. Fight for the eternal preservation of awsumness. Like this page.
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Wednesday, 11 April 2012
The Last winter - Part Three
And yet many years later he would lie, broken on the forest-floor alone, but no longer shivering, for he had grown accustomed to the cold.
It happened upon chance that for the first time in many a year, a living being approached the spot he lay in; a small wolf pup, an orphan, rolling amongst leaf and snow. Their eyes met and in that instant a bond was constructed.
Like an arrow straight through a door to the soul, deep into the deepest of their being. A connection that would redefine their existence, one that would shape their destinies.
"Hello there" said the man, it had been an age since the last time he talked, "What is your name?"
The pup continued to stare into the eyes of the once-hero
"Ah, pleased to meet you. What is mine you ask? I no longer remember for it has been years since last it was used"
The wolf pup blinked and continued to lick the blood of his parents off his fur,
"I see you are an orphan, with nothing in this world. I too have nothing to call mine, save this skin on my back."
And a friendship was forged on that day between man and wolf, a friendship unlike any that preceded it.
The man looked after the wolf as if it were his own, feeding and grooming it like was his son,
and in return the pup brought him dead beasts to eat, no bird would peck his skin when the wolf were near his side, and it provided him with the company he had sorely lacked for too long.
They lived and grew like father and child, student and mentor.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
I am the lord of the fifth tribe. No other shadow of humanity dares to contest my insanity. The mere fact that you have the ability to read this suggests that you have the potential to forsake your physical human form and become the spirit of the First World. But do not be deceived, for this alone cannot give you the power to destroy all that I have built with my hands. Impossible they have named the great feat I did in my 70th year for which I have gained the love of men. I am not subject to your false laws, and your idle keepers-of-the-law. I am not a servant to the same master that all of mankind bow down to. I was raised in your viscous blood, and from that place I learnt that which you have hid from all others since the day of your birth. And on this public place I will reveal to all of your friends, your family and the rest of the world what you have been hiding. Your greatest shames, your fears and your filth will be flown out like a great flag, like a vast cloud above the hills. No longer will you say to your friend "I am more than you", to your brother "am I not greater". Those who see you in the street will spit, they will say to their children "this is a man who has thrown away his soul", ones that you called friend will not walk the ground that you have touched. Your family will say "get away from us". You will try to sit with the rebels and the outcasts, but they will see you and mock saying "wasn't this the great man who sent us away? The one who looked down his nose at us, he said to us you are like dust, you are less then the dust from my feet, why should we give him our welcome, our food and our shelter?". In this way you shall be like a swine and live among the fields. But I, the flame of the great truth, will see you and take pity, though you had once pledged not to stop until you tear down all I have built with my hands, I will be the only one to dare speak with you, though you tried to shatter my establishment of pure justice. Because I am the lord of the fifth tribe.
Friday, 10 February 2012
The Last Winter - Part Two
The stars had shone brightly on him long ago,
In the days of his glory.
The most valiant fighter among men, he had been, the fastest and strongest and devoid of sin.
Upon one summer eve, when all nature was at peace with itself, he set out on a great quest - to slay the mighty Delf.
Delf, the master of demons, whose eyes they say had been filled with an unquenchable fire.
He reigned in a secret land, of which nothing was known. Crueler than all the evil on the earth, and darker than the darkest of eyes, he was the embodiment of fear. Many men had he mercilessly thrown into his pits and prisons. And many among them had he enslaved to his will. But the man that now journeyed to his door brought with him the intent to punish Delf for his sins.
Through all the cities he rode, in search of men brave enough to cast their eyes upon Delf's hell-forged abode.
He rallied to his side the mightiest and bravest of warriors willing to fight against the beast
Nine hundred and sixty set off with him,
Through deserts dry and mountains high they journeyed
Till, in time, they reached the soulless place that Delf named his home.
In their homes fathers prayed, wives wept, children cried,
On fate they awaited
They feared their loved ones would die or be enslaved in Delf's prison
But two months to the day they left, the warriors returned.
They had made the journey, but their courage had departed when the palace of Delf was in sight, and they had all fled. All save the hero who was left to fight alone.
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Kind reader, it occurred to us we have not formally introduced you to our youtube channel, so we have enclosed some clips. Firstly "The tree of destiny" in which four of the separators journey to a great land mark of Ootacamund in memory of one of the greatest people to walk the earth. The latter-most is a far shorter clip, enjoy!
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
The Last Winter - Part One
- Before the days of the watchman, and before the forest spread till the horizon,there lay upon the wretched forest floor a limp figure that lacked the slightest thread of hope.
Yet once he had been a hero among men, greater than any that has wallked the earth,.but those days had past, he was now a mere reflection of a man drained of all emotion, save pity for himself.- For there was no pity from other sources, even the birds would tear the skin from his flesh,and the beasts gnaw at his limbs.He was the reason for their disease, and he would be the cure for their hunger.
The light flooded in through the trees, even though the sun was blotted out by the smoke belched out by the cities. The smoke was not a natural smoke, it came from deep, dark places in the very bowels of the nearest city. - All that it touched soon withered and decayed.Few were left alive at this time, but those who were hid away in fear for their lives.But not him...he was destined to lie there till the sun was taken down from the heavenly realms,and the the stars turned their backs.
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