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by Esparmuran » Fri Nov 14, 2014 5:54 pm
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 5:55 pm
by New Babylonia » Fri Nov 14, 2014 5:57 pm
Slorch wrote:Tell us a story.
What of?
Of an old wanderer.
Once upon a time, there was a curious traveler. At first, he was bitter, and was not fond of the world he discovered on his long journey. “This place is full of nothing but conceit and ignorance. There is so much to know and so much to see, and all they do is destroy it and stand still, blind to it’s beauty.” He looked down on them in spite.
But the longer the traveler explored the world, the more he grew to tolerate it. He learned there were those who were strong, and kind, and those who could learn. He learned they were not as weak as he’d thought, and he started to even like them. He wanted to show them the things he knew, he wanted to protect them and help them grow.
The traveler found many others who would travel with him for a time, ones he could share his secrets with. He loved to see them smile, and discover things just as he’d done many times. They could never stay with him, but he was fine because there were more to meet and see.
As he continued on his travels, he grew to be a hero. The more he loved them, the more he protected them. He saved the world many times without ever asking to be thanked. But in this big world, he was actually very lonely. There was no one who would ever really understand the things he’d seen, or anyone who would stay with him. He never really wanted them to leave, but he knew they always would.
So he would smile, and show them as much as he could because he wanted them to stay with him as long as possible. He hid away his own feelings, his darkness, his selfishness, and his pain because it meant “Just a little longer.” His love for this discovered world grew and grew, but with that so did the pain of knowing there were some he could never save, and those who would leave him. His love was so great that he learned to lie in order to protect his own heart and the hearts of those around him.
But one day, the traveler grew tired. His travels were long, and his loneliness was devouring him. He collapsed, unable to walk any further. But he thought “I have made many friends. Perhaps if I rest a while, one of them will come and carry me just until I get my strength back.”
So he waited, and he waited…
There were those who passed him without a glance, and some who remembered him but only scowled and scorned him, for they believed he had given up. “Look, the rest of the world is suffering and you’re just lying there. How pitiful that someone we thought was good is actually so selfish. You’re a liar.”
No one came to help the traveler. And slowly, he remembered why he originally hated the world.
They all forgot him and moved on, being just as blind as they were when he found them.
The traveler died from fatigue, and no one came.
Or perhaps the traveler pushed away all help that came.
by Slorch » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:04 pm
New Babylonia wrote:Slorch wrote:Tell us a story.
What of?
Of an old wanderer.
Once upon a time, there was a curious traveler. At first, he was bitter, and was not fond of the world he discovered on his long journey. “This place is full of nothing but conceit and ignorance. There is so much to know and so much to see, and all they do is destroy it and stand still, blind to it’s beauty.” He looked down on them in spite.
But the longer the traveler explored the world, the more he grew to tolerate it. He learned there were those who were strong, and kind, and those who could learn. He learned they were not as weak as he’d thought, and he started to even like them. He wanted to show them the things he knew, he wanted to protect them and help them grow.
The traveler found many others who would travel with him for a time, ones he could share his secrets with. He loved to see them smile, and discover things just as he’d done many times. They could never stay with him, but he was fine because there were more to meet and see.
As he continued on his travels, he grew to be a hero. The more he loved them, the more he protected them. He saved the world many times without ever asking to be thanked. But in this big world, he was actually very lonely. There was no one who would ever really understand the things he’d seen, or anyone who would stay with him. He never really wanted them to leave, but he knew they always would.
So he would smile, and show them as much as he could because he wanted them to stay with him as long as possible. He hid away his own feelings, his darkness, his selfishness, and his pain because it meant “Just a little longer.” His love for this discovered world grew and grew, but with that so did the pain of knowing there were some he could never save, and those who would leave him. His love was so great that he learned to lie in order to protect his own heart and the hearts of those around him.
But one day, the traveler grew tired. His travels were long, and his loneliness was devouring him. He collapsed, unable to walk any further. But he thought “I have made many friends. Perhaps if I rest a while, one of them will come and carry me just until I get my strength back.”
So he waited, and he waited…
There were those who passed him without a glance, and some who remembered him but only scowled and scorned him, for they believed he had given up. “Look, the rest of the world is suffering and you’re just lying there. How pitiful that someone we thought was good is actually so selfish. You’re a liar.”
No one came to help the traveler. And slowly, he remembered why he originally hated the world.
They all forgot him and moved on, being just as blind as they were when he found them.
The traveler died from fatigue, and no one came.
Or perhaps the traveler pushed away all help that came.
Woah.
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:04 pm
by Esparmuran » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:06 pm
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:27 pm
by Esparmuran » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:30 pm
by Ifreann » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:31 pm
Slorch wrote:Tell us a story.
What of?
Of an old wanderer.
Once upon a time, there was a curious traveler. At first, he was bitter, and was not fond of the world he discovered on his long journey. “This place is full of nothing but conceit and ignorance. There is so much to know and so much to see, and all they do is destroy it and stand still, blind to it’s beauty.” He looked down on them in spite.
But the longer the traveler explored the world, the more he grew to tolerate it. He learned there were those who were strong, and kind, and those who could learn. He learned they were not as weak as he’d thought, and he started to even like them. He wanted to show them the things he knew, he wanted to protect them and help them grow.
The traveler found many others who would travel with him for a time, ones he could share his secrets with. He loved to see them smile, and discover things just as he’d done many times. They could never stay with him, but he was fine because there were more to meet and see.
As he continued on his travels, he grew to be a hero. The more he loved them, the more he protected them. He saved the world many times without ever asking to be thanked. But in this big world, he was actually very lonely. There was no one who would ever really understand the things he’d seen, or anyone who would stay with him. He never really wanted them to leave, but he knew they always would.
So he would smile, and show them as much as he could because he wanted them to stay with him as long as possible. He hid away his own feelings, his darkness, his selfishness, and his pain because it meant “Just a little longer.” His love for this discovered world grew and grew, but with that so did the pain of knowing there were some he could never save, and those who would leave him. His love was so great that he learned to lie in order to protect his own heart and the hearts of those around him.
But one day, the traveler grew tired. His travels were long, and his loneliness was devouring him. He collapsed, unable to walk any further. But he thought “I have made many friends. Perhaps if I rest a while, one of them will come and carry me just until I get my strength back.”
So he waited, and he waited…
There were those who passed him without a glance, and some who remembered him but only scowled and scorned him, for they believed he had given up. “Look, the rest of the world is suffering and you’re just lying there. How pitiful that someone we thought was good is actually so selfish. You’re a liar.”
No one came to help the traveler. And slowly, he remembered why he originally hated the world.
They all forgot him and moved on, being just as blind as they were when he found them.
The traveler died from fatigue, and no one came.
Or perhaps the traveler pushed away all help that came.
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:33 pm
by Patridam » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:35 pm
by Ameriganastan » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:37 pm
Patridam wrote:Refer to best princess Luna for an example of age-transcendent beauty.
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:38 pm
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:40 pm
by Slorch » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:41 pm
Ifreann wrote:Slorch wrote:Tell us a story.
What of?
Of an old wanderer.
Once upon a time, there was a curious traveler. At first, he was bitter, and was not fond of the world he discovered on his long journey. “This place is full of nothing but conceit and ignorance. There is so much to know and so much to see, and all they do is destroy it and stand still, blind to it’s beauty.” He looked down on them in spite.
But the longer the traveler explored the world, the more he grew to tolerate it. He learned there were those who were strong, and kind, and those who could learn. He learned they were not as weak as he’d thought, and he started to even like them. He wanted to show them the things he knew, he wanted to protect them and help them grow.
The traveler found many others who would travel with him for a time, ones he could share his secrets with. He loved to see them smile, and discover things just as he’d done many times. They could never stay with him, but he was fine because there were more to meet and see.
As he continued on his travels, he grew to be a hero. The more he loved them, the more he protected them. He saved the world many times without ever asking to be thanked. But in this big world, he was actually very lonely. There was no one who would ever really understand the things he’d seen, or anyone who would stay with him. He never really wanted them to leave, but he knew they always would.
So he would smile, and show them as much as he could because he wanted them to stay with him as long as possible. He hid away his own feelings, his darkness, his selfishness, and his pain because it meant “Just a little longer.” His love for this discovered world grew and grew, but with that so did the pain of knowing there were some he could never save, and those who would leave him. His love was so great that he learned to lie in order to protect his own heart and the hearts of those around him.
But one day, the traveler grew tired. His travels were long, and his loneliness was devouring him. He collapsed, unable to walk any further. But he thought “I have made many friends. Perhaps if I rest a while, one of them will come and carry me just until I get my strength back.”
So he waited, and he waited…
There were those who passed him without a glance, and some who remembered him but only scowled and scorned him, for they believed he had given up. “Look, the rest of the world is suffering and you’re just lying there. How pitiful that someone we thought was good is actually so selfish. You’re a liar.”
No one came to help the traveler. And slowly, he remembered why he originally hated the world.
They all forgot him and moved on, being just as blind as they were when he found them.
The traveler died from fatigue, and no one came.
Or perhaps the traveler pushed away all help that came.
This might be the most redundant post I have ever seen.
by The Derpy Democratic Republic Of Herp » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:41 pm
by Ameriganastan » Fri Nov 14, 2014 6:43 pm
Slorch wrote:It's not like I can just link that tumblr here.
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