It’s so bittersweet that this community is closing. I’m glad that I joined it. It has helped make me into a better person. And it’s gotten me through some very tough times.

I don’t know what the future holds. I am currently working on a couple projects which could prove to be quite interesting. As a great movie once said:
“The future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one.”

I will miss this place.

Farewell, Forums.

Sad and iconic

Ever think about the possibility of there being parallel universes? And if so what the you in that parallel universe is doing? Like are they better off? Better looking? Just better at everything in general? Would you be jealous if they were and somehow you happened to meet them? Or would you be happy for your alternate universe counterpart?

I would definitely be jealous if they had the life I’d always dreamed of. I’d like to know which decision it was that made our lives so different and then I could dwell on that for the rest of my life. Maybe it would be eye opening though and would drive me to become a better person. Or what if I am the most successful version of myself? That’s a scary thought…

Rila wrote on 31st July 2023, 07:21 AM:

NAWW KITTY we had sm fun! omg theres so many random sweet memories hahaha omg like my brother would come on an expose me LOL AND IM TRYING TO THINK OF HIS NAME do you remember that guy we used to be besties with i just dont remember his name FAMMY I THINK FAMMY!! anyways so super cheesey but i dont think ill forget the fun times we had 💓💓💓 definitely have missed you and hope you’re doing well

I still have screenshots of your brother being crazy LOL I’d forgotten about Fammi!

RILAAAAAAAAA I’ve missed you so much! Sadly, the community is closing down and forums will be archived and no longer able to be posted to. Joseph has explained the rest rather well.

Damen has also decided to create a discord server so he can stay in touch with everyone. Idk if you still use disc but you can join it if you want.
https://discord.gg/WccmxQ4jpd

✓ This has been approved as cannon.

It was, perhaps, that Loki’s will was held to The Witch King through the wedding ring he had placed upon her finger on their wedding day, or so it was said in the forest.

In any case, the young vulture loved him deeply and mourned for her husband after he was cruelly slain by an overzealous spazhand on the orders of her son. So thus, Loki came to hate her son and finally believed that her son was not hers, but a parasite as what the prophet Nook had said long ago and what Silence had confirmed with a DNA test. She began to plot his demise and did indeed hold the key to bring about his doom.

In his will, Amir had given his wife to Ahmez as he did not wish her to be a lonely widow if the worst should come. It was thus that Ahmez took Loki as his wife, though they loved each other not. Loki sobbed through the ceremony, being heartbroken, desiring only her late husband.

Ahmez would not help his wife on her quest to resurrect her husband using his nazgul ring. In this was the only way Ahmez would show desire for his wife, desiring selfishly to possess her body and have her bare children to him. He threatened to imprison her if she were to pursue her plan so she sought help elsewhere, knowing there was a powerful stranger seeking to take the soul of her son, Spike.

Long she sought this mysterious dark lord. Her trade would be that he help her revive Amir in return for Spike’s crown which he had poured his soul into. The lord accepted this arrangement. Loki begged him to bring Amir back soon, before she could become pregnant with Ahmez’s child. No guarantees could be made on this, reviving a soul is a science and cannot be rushed.

But to her dismay, she became pregnant sooner than she had thought. While she tried to find love for her new child, she could not. Her ability to love had died and fled from Arda with Amir. Once the baby was born, she nurtured it little, only enough so that it would not die.

Ahmez did eventually discover Loki’s plan and her ongoing attempt to resurrect Amir. He became enraged and had her beaten. Then he had her imprisoned for a time, hoping to utterly break her will. In this he found some success. Loki gave up on her hopes of Amir returning.

Now, Loki only desired two things: revenge and death. So when Spike learned of what she had done with his crown he was enraged. He faced his mother with his sword drawn and threatened to vanquish her on the spot, expecting her to be cowed and bow before him. She was not. She drew her own sword and met her son’s challenge, fearing neither injury or death.

Loki was no match for Spike and was quickly defeated, yet he could not kill her. Something had restrained him. Lo and behold! It was the stranger!

“Your fight is not with her,” he commanded. “Rather, it is with me! I seduced your mother into giving me your crown.”

“What?” Loki asked weakly, dragging herself off the ground. “You disgusting piece of-“

The stranger pushed her back down with a harsh kick from his boot.

Now Spike was fully enraged and ran at the stranger. But he knew not that what the man wore on his head was not his crown, but a fake! The real one had been melted in Orodoom.

The stranger, being powerful and having stolen some of Spike’s strength for himself, quickly vanquished the makkaz. Loki wept, now everyone she had ever cared for was either dead or lost. Her revenge had been fulfilled and now she would go and seek death, believing it to be the only way she would ever reunite with her husband.

Loki wandered far and wide. She took to her vulture form and soared through the skies. Ahmez was seeking for her for his own malicious purposes. The top two being that he could not rule Himring without her as the vultures hated him and the other reason being that he desired another child from her. She knew that if he captured her, he would torture her until all that would be left would be a submissive shell of a being.

Ahmez was more clever than what Loki gave him credit for. While he was unable to capture his wife, he was able to capture her only remaining child, Raven. Raven had come seeking her mother after managing to escape from enslavement in another galaxy. She learned from Ahmez that her father had died and told her the news of her mother. Then Ahmez took Raven and chained her up. He sent in uruks and ordered them to beat the girl and show no mercy.

Loki heard Raven’s pained screams from afar and flew faster than the wind back to Himring. She fought off the uruks that were attacking her daughter and hacked the chains away that were binding her. Once Raven was free, Loki took her daughter and headed for the door. But now Ahmez was standing in the doorway and many uruks were behind him.

“Let us go, Ahmez,” Loki demanded, sounding much braver than she felt.

Ahmez laughed in her face. “You have nothing to bargain with.”

“All of the vulture kingdom is at my command. They would not hesitate to slay you if I ordered them to.”

Ahmez considered this. He did not want war with the vultures, there would be too many casualties and he would lose the sliver of power he held over them.

“One of you may go,” he said but looking to Loki he added, “you know what will happen to the one who stays.”

Loki did indeed know and ordered her daughter to leave without a second thought. She could not allow her daughter to be subjected to torture. Raven hesitated, not fully understanding what would happen if she stayed. Loki screeched insults at her in vulture until Raven flew off.

“Now you have me back, Ahmez. Do whatever you want to me. I am not afraid of pain nor am I afraid of death,” she spat.

“Very well.”

And so Ahmez chained up his wife and subjected her to torture like what they had practiced in Baraddur when Loki was a child. Outside, Ahmez cowed the vultures by threatening to vanquish their queen if they did not obey him. The vultures hated Ahmez even more for this and plotted to free Loki.

Loki was kept in solitary. Her only visitors being Ahmez, who was cruel to her, and different members of The Black Mass that he sent to torture her in varying ways. She was broken and hopeless. She had never felt this way before, not even when she was imprisoned by Ancalagon.

One day the door opened and all that was outside was darkness. Loki did not look up, she knew it would either be Ahmez or The Black Mass. She did not look as someone unlocked the manacles around her wrists and ankles. Loki was cleaned up and taken to Ahmez. She sat beside him as his submissive queen, not knowing or caring about anything going on around her. She was a shell of what she once was.

Meanwhile, Raven had worked to revive Amir, thinking that this was the only way to free her mother. She did manage to bring her father back from the dead using his nazgul ring and the crown of Loki. She told her father of all that had befallen and some vulture servants confirmed it and told more about the recent events going on around Himring. When Amir learned what Ahmez had done to his wife, he was enraged. This was without a doubt, the most ferious he had ever been in all of his long life.

Empowered by his rage, Amir went and challenged Ahmez. Ahmez accepted the challenge, thinking to defeat Amir in front of his own wife. But Ahmez had significantly underestimated the power of the nazgul freshly returned from death and his mortal form was quickly defeated.

Having defeated the member of the LEGION, Amir ran to his wife but he did not receive the loving greeting he expected. Instead she looked at him blankly as if she did not recognize him. In fact, she did not recognize anything. Ahmez had damaged a great portion of her soul and the part that was left was hidden deep within her.

After many months, Loki started to become more like herself again. Due to all the torment, she was unstable. Some may even say that she was insane. She would often talk to people who weren’t there. She would have evil visions. And she loved indulging in torture, preferring to torture young forest boys. If Amir was away for too long, she would grow paranoid and would attack any man who looked at her oddly in case they were coming to claim her as their wife. On days were she was particularly unstable, she would take to nesting in her vulture form and made ominous ticking noises like that of a clock (Amir found this to be extremely unsettling).

This is amazing. I can’t wait to hear more!

Wow. I have never seen a better mod app in all my life. Good luck Fizz. I hope you can save our community. If you fail you will be fired and exiled forever.

“Your ladyship,” said a vulture servant, bowing to the Queen Mahannon. Mahannon nodded at her to speak. “We have received word that your daughter has been taken into the lair of the beast… He has sent this message, ‘surrender Himring and submit to me and in return your daughter will be set free’. He… also sent these…” the messenger took a small rolled up paper off of her ankle. It unrolled revealing a few singed and bloody feathers.

“No...” Mahannon breathed. She had feared that this would happen when Nameless opened the portal allowing for easy travel between Beleriand and the rest of the world.

“What should we do?” the messenger asked nervously. “Are you going to consider surrender?”

“No. We cannot surrender, we must figure out a way to rescue my daughter. But do not let any of this plan on to Ancalagon or his servants,” Mahannon replied firmly. “For now, act like we do not care. The worm won’t have a hard time believing it… all things considered…”

“Yes, my lady,” the messenger responded. She turned around and returned to the upper level of the fort.

Left alone, the vulture thought back to when her daughter was just a chick. She had failed to rescue her when she had been kidnapped back then, but this time she could not fail her, there was too much at stake.

Later in the day, an emissary of Fire Nation came to the fort. Mahannon came out to speak with him directly.

“Speak now, servant of the worm, before we carry you off and drop you over a cliff somewhere.”

“I would not speak so hastily if I were you, Queen of the Vultures. In case you have not heard, we have the princess, your daughter, in our custody. She is being held quite securely in the dungeons, though her stay will not be comfortable… I believe Drogoth is actually torturing her right now as we speak,” the emissary says silkily. He checks his watch, “Ah yes, it is indeed time for her torture.”

“Get to the point, I am growing impatient.”

“Yes, I should make this rather brief, shouldn’t I? Between you and me, I don’t think your daughter is going to last long in there. Drogoth is working to break her spirit as we speak and it looks as though perhaps your grandchild will be born soon. While I do not care for babies, Ancalagon would be glad to have a newborn half vulture to squeeze the life out of. I believe he is already planning to use it as his slave. But you, and you alone, can stop all of this from happening.”

“You want me to surrender Himring. I am sorry but that price is too high,” responded Mahannon coldly.

“An old rundown fort means more to you than your daughter who is with child? The future of the vulture kingdom?”

“You know it is much more than that.”

“Well then,” the messenger smiled wickedly, “I’m sure Drogoth will enjoy torturing the princess to insanity. I will inform him of your decision.”

The Vulture Queen watched the messenger walk away. Once he was out of earshot, she let out an angry, frustrated screech. It was time to call together her people and make a plan to get her daughter out of Gorgoroth.

Unfortunately, no one was able to offer up a good plan to break the prisoner out.

“With all due respect, my queen, it is nearly impossible to slip into that fortress unseen. And even if you make it in, it would be impossible to get to the dungeons unnoticed. Surely whoever goes in there will also be caught and perhaps that kind of move is what the worm hopes we will make,” said Mkyl, one of Mahannon’s most trusted advisors.

“If it is too dangerous for anyone else to make the attempt, then I will do it myself!” the queen announced, making up her mind.

“But you will die and then who will lead us?” questioned another of her advisors.

“In the event of my death, my daughter will lead you. She is my heir. I could not free her from Baraddur, but I will see to it that she will not have a long stay in this dungeon. I owe this to her, even if it means I must die trying.”

Then Mahannon appointed Mkyl as her regent until her or her daughter returned. After this was done and the proper arrangements were made, the Vulture Queen took flight. She flew over the lands that she ruled for a final time before heading to the underground fortress of Gorgoroth. She stole in the back door, which was unguarded as the dragons had forgotten about it. It was too small for them to use it themselves.

Finding the place deserted, Mahannon made her way to the dungeons. She had been within the walls of Gorgoroth before when the Vulture Kingdom was not openly at war with Fire Nation. She had used to come here to raise some of the newly hatched drakes. Back then, it was full of noise. Now it was quiet. Too quiet.

Finally Mahannon reached the dungeons. She was not prepared for what she found. In the back most cell was her daughter. Bloodied. Burnt. Beaten. She was asleep but even in her sleep she appeared to be pained. Her breathing was shallow as one who has suffered broken ribs.

“Daughter?” she chirped.

Her daughter did not stir.

“Sweetie?” she chirped louder.

Still her daughter did not stir.

Mahannon had to get in the cell. She knew the secrets of the dungeons and found a small opening near the ceiling that allowed her to squeeze in.

She pecked at her daughter tenderly, whispering her name until finally she cracked one of her eyes open.

“Mom?” she asked weakly.

“Yes, it is me sweetie. I have come.”

“No,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. “This is what he wants. He knows you’re here. He knew you would come.”

At that moment, the outer door to the cells shut with a clang and a key turned in the lock. Now they were both prisoner. Mahannon had expected this.

“It’s okay,” Mahannon whispered hurriedly. “I need you to listen to me. There is a fire drake. He will help you escape. He is a traitor to Ancalagon. His name is Vingaard and he will free you. Understand?”

The princess looked confused but nodded her head weakly.

The mother looked over her pregnant and wounded child. A sudden surge of shame overtook her.

“I’m so sorry,” Mahannon said, tears welling up into her eyes. Her daughter looked at her confused again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t rescue you from them sooner.”

“Mom, its not your fault-”

“No. I should have been braver. I should have gotten you out of Baraddur. When you were a chick, I was not the bird you have become and I never will be.”

Finally, tears fell from the queen’s eyes, landing on her daughter’s burnt skin.

Mahannon knew she did not have much time left. She resolved to use these last minutes to care for her daughter. She flew out of the cell and stole a rag from an adjacent cell and returned. Using her magic she filled a bucket with water and began to clean her daughter’s wounds.

Her daughter moaned in pain at the stinging feel of water against raw skin but she was too tired and weak to move. She appreciated what her mother was doing for her, but it was causing so much agony that she wished she would stop and just sit with her for awhile.

When Mahannon was done, she stroked her daugher’s hair and softly sung an ancient vulture children’s song, lulling the princess into a slightly more restful sleep.

Finally, the doom would strike.

“Well, well, well. I see the mother and child are reunited at last. How heartwarming, after all these years,” mocked the great dragon himself, Ancalagon. “And now it is time to bring an end to the vulture kingdom.”

It all happened in an instant.

Ancalagon unleashed his disgusting dragon breath. The mother threw herself in front of her daughter. The daughter covered her eyes with her hands. “No!” the two vultures screeched!

There was a blinding light and immense heat. The daughter braced herself, expecting to feel pain but it never came.

She heard Ancalagon laugh and slink away. She uncovered her face. There, laying in front of her, were a few charred feathers, all that was left of her mother. She had sacrificed herself for her.

The daughter began to cry.

“CURSE YOU ANCALAGON!” she screeched.

“And the same to you,” he laughed in return, leaving the dungeon and locking the door.

Wow this is the wisest thing I have ever read. I feel so enlightened. Someone make this man GMW.

wizle wrote on 14th July 2023, 03:34 PM:

This post makes no sense.
The phrase "Life is like a box of chocolates" is followed up by the prompt "You never know what you're gonna get."
The metaphor of the phrase is saying that life has multiple choices with unknown outcomes, similar to how a box of mixed chocolates is hard to distinguish and you don't know what kind you may be choosing.
Imo to say "Life isn't like a box of chocolates, because you have to make the best of what you have on uneducated choices.." is just ignoring the actual meaning of the phrase in favor of taking it at face value.
This isn't deep this is a cognitive deficiency.

There is literally a key when you get a box of chocolate showing what is where and much of the time it shows you what it looks like too! You always know exactly what you’re going to get. Maybe back in the day this simile rang true but it doesn’t anymore.

This is likely the last wisdom I will ever post here.

LIFE IS NOT LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES.

There is no key that tells you what each option is and on top of that, most of the options SUCK anyway. All you can do is make the best of what you've got while you have it because at the end of the day chocolate is chocolate and life is life. It can be worse, you could find one of those nasty ones with the orange stuff in it. If you have the one with the orange stuff, I wish you the best of luck.

I think this was a very good and necessary discussion. It really made me think. I really look forward to discussing more with you in the future if there are more discussions to be had.

This is not an appropriate ban appeal considering how you recently went totally off the rails in the discord server and got banned there. A blanket statement of an appeal does not suffice.

Kara wrote on 23rd June 2023, 03:53 PM:

Damen got Loki Cooties.....

I was trying to murder him but you got in the way 🙄