I will create an establishment with worthy members in every position.

Their members will always be trusted and will always be respected and cared for. The rules of this party will keep the same but for all of the players. A few days back, there was a rumor that the Hierarchy could be part of a secret rebellion. I assume it was because it happened in a group of people that thought that the Hierarchy would be part of an alliance and would try to overthrow the people from the outside world. These rumors quickly spread. I thought that was a good idea. And so did I. As if someone was interested, I would be interested.

I can only hope this will go to plan. It may not be possible, and I am a bit worried about this future. What I am worried is that I will be able to gain my freedom from my control to live my own life according to his whims. I wonder how I can live after a certain amount of domination over another human. I know I can't stop the world from breaking down but its time for another chance. Anyhow this is all subject to change. After the war, I would like to see the people of this colony, no matter what their status is. I am sure of the need for their continued love, but in the meantime all these things must be done. We must build an army. I have to keep the rest of my army together and to go wherever I like. I will need to keep their supplies safe and as an army I hope to obtain the items necessary. I hope to build a civilization that will last many ages. I would love this world to have a better life before this world. They had to die together would be the next, I will be an old, old friend of mine that you would be the other. they died and would be my death. The new I would be my old friend of the old friend the old, old friend I death I will be I would be, but a friend of mine. The other death I would be old friend I have died my old friend it. After the old. I was my friend, my friend of me, would death was old.

The Bamm's were in the right place at the wrong time, and I have the potential to use those powers to aid them. I won't have to use my powers every day, just like the other vampires and the ones who live in my past. After all, they are all my friends. But it doesn't have to be that way. I will still need to take care of Bamm while I work diligently on the rest of his world. The only way in which I can survive is by not leaving him around. A new set of powers may come before any other powers. I need only wait until this world has reached an acceptance at which my brother's death will have made me a god. Or at least I hope so.

However, I should always have some sort of way with a bad guy. I hope you will take this opportunity to become my Bamm and the God, and have the trust in me be my God, as one in control and complete with the world at your disposal. You have earned the title, have the right to make your own decisions. I'll take control of you and make it okay to do what is best for you. I could even do my bit to make things better for the people next door. What do you think? I really do feel like this is the right move. I hope your words will resonate with me and help me realize this. I look forward to your continued support! And I know this may be something I forget. This is where you come into the picture. I can tell you that the other members of our tribe will need your help in order to continue the war for peace, but we all need help. In the future I have already given you a few more specific ideas. This is when I'm asked to choose a few more specific I will goings, I'm not just a few I'll choose many.

my apologies. But I will try to tell them to calm down and listen to the story they heard. That is, until I am met with fear and fear isn't the most effective way for me to deal with it. Perhaps they will read it anyways? The imposter must be one of the most fearsome and fearsome people I have ever met. This is my responsibility. I know my fate will be dire for him, so will they. Now, when I am told to leave, all hope of victory vanished. will disappear as I'll disappear from the next night.

and do it again if I choose? My life was a blur in my mind as if I were being led to believe it, but my brain didn't have a clue as to what this really was. Would I be able to stay for years or even longer when I die before I can see it again? This may be the most obvious of all challenges because one would hope to be at a good age and meet people who will live the good life. So far I am pretty positive in my confidence that the Peacebringer is a good partner for us to go through. I believe they will work to take care of me and give me the confidence to live my life as peaceful as possible.

As an atheist, I find nothing surprising about this new world. The way it is managed now will lead to the end state, which means it can be achieved despite any obstacles. While I do believe in god, the world has yet to develop it fully, it is highly dubious if the system will ever be able to implement it. However, that doesn't have to stop us from trying. I wonder if it's even necessary to develop god in a world where it already exists. If there's any chance for a God to manifest itself to our planet, then the most important thing is to learn not to stop trying. In the end, the only thing to do is to do more research into life and then figure out how to turn it into a god. This is the first time humanity has had the ability to attain eternal life, they must take advantage of this opportunity. But why do I feel this way? It's simple, when my class returned I was at the top of my class, yet now I have to look up from my desk. If I think about the fact that I'm currently ranked #1 in the student body despite being a novice, it makes it seem as though my results are nothing more than an illusion. To say the least, my results are far beneath the expectation of the people. To put it more bluntly, I don't fit the "normal" standards for my age level, my strength, and intelligence level which is why in order to graduate from the academy, I am currently in the middle of studying a subject I wasn't taught in elementary school. It may be true that the system puts too much confidence on the results of novice to have a chance of graduating from the academy. It is obvious that the system is looking down at a low-ranking student and only allowing the "big fish" into the academies. If the top ranking members do not graduate, then the only means of competing with the top university is their wealth. Even if a student were to gain a top university rank, it is impossible to compete with the large schools with funding like the National University. In addition to that, they don't even have to look at the result of that individual's studies in a single period. This is why the current school system seems to be in a stalemate. If the current situation continues to go on, it will undoubtedly result in a future in which the system of the Academy will crumble. It may also be an illusion caused by the cult.

There's one more aspect to consider and that's the time scale... As long as The System is still able to create new victims, I think a reasonable time to establish a new religion would be a few hundred years. Then at least half the world will have been converted, enough for it to become the new established religion and the whole situation is reversed. However, it is possible that the cycle could have gone indefinitely since the world's conversion, so it has quite the amount of wiggle room. I think the next question we should ask is what the new religion will be, if anything.... I'm leaning towards a combination of the Pagan religion and the Abrahamic one. There's a good amount of overlap in terms of beliefs as well as their basic principles. The core tenets are all still similar enough to be understood by many, with minor tweaks. I'd take the name of "Watchers of The Planet" as your starting title, you'll want to focus on the most important core tenets, as it will define your life. You'll want to have a goal in mind, but not one that you'll go through the hardships of trying to achieve. It could work to your advantage if a conflict arises, as you'll be better positioned to win it. I believe it is easier to be successful at something if you're a follower who's not yet strong enough to do it, then an "inspirational" follower who's just so strong you don't have to follow the path. You'll have to work hard to survive the hardships of the path, but if you don't, you still have a great chance to survive and succeed. You can either try to find true peace under the strict rule of One True Mind or you can seek a way to create a new order, or even destroy the old one. If you do choose the latter, or you end the world, what sort of structure should you establish? You could start with your own private sect, or you could try the system of The Cult. You could establish the religious order of your own choosing, or you could just choose that "everyone should follow me." There's a lot of scope for a player to play a part in the world, whether it's being a part of a sect or establishing your own. If you do choose to create your own religion, you'll want to take it very seriously, both for the benefits and the burdens of the position. The religion should not be easy to establish, but not so difficult that its influence is gone.

This one doesn't seem like the perfect solution, but it will definitely work. The anarchy-like aspects of the tribe is how they handle conflict and will result in an environment that only benefits anarchy and anarchy-ism. They're both more effective because they focus on individual matters, rather than global, even if it has to deal with some outside influence. The tribe's unity will also help it survive war when the world is under one body. Once again, it's best suited to the circumstances. It's going to come back and be stronger with time, so the whole world is definitely worth monitoring to see how the group functions. It will most likely change into a global democracy within our lifetime. The skymonkey may be able to live outside of the system at all times, but it'll be just be a dream. The skymonkeys are more like an animal than a civilized race, they're not even that well organized in society. With their own laws, leaders. and their own way of living, their society couldn't be much different. If they want to expand they'll have to rely on their numbers. If they want to grow they'll have to rely on their natural abundance and their political abilities to do it. The only thing common among their societies is their physical surroundings. Even if the skymonkeys are highly organized in political terms, they don't feel that the rest of humanity is anything special in either. The only reason the sky monkeys would consider the rest of us as potential neighbors is because we have a common civilization. The skymonkeys would consider humans to be similar to a flower. A very fragile and fragile flower that is a threat to their existence. It may happen if the skymonkeys expand outwards. If you see the skymonkeys as a threat, then the skymonkeys may be able to be defeated through violence. The skymonkeys would prefer to use violence in conflict if not to save their society from being killed, but if they are attacked, if they feel like being killed then I believe violence isn't the best choice. Even so it's difficult to predict the future in this case, since people have a high level of apathy towards other species. The sky monkeys may act extremely differently if their environment is different. I think once the skymonkeys have expanded far enough, that's when anarchy-ish society will be the most stable. When the sky is so powerful, then it likely that everyone will be willing to be ruled by a monarch or a God.

But I won't be the same as before, not knowing any of this or having any of this knowledge. I won't be part of the tribe anymore, I will have to try for a different kind of peace. I'll need to be willing to go down the dark path with Bamm, even if it means that he is no longer my brother. I may also have a second chance to save myself from the darkness, if I kill him and revive him. His soul, if it had not been taken, will stay with me forever. My name is Bamm, I have made this trek here today. I have not left since I was a little boy. In those times I was told of a being, with many voices in his head, a being which had a mind of its own. A being such that it would kill all who dared make them question it's order, the way the sky was, who could be his friends and his enemies, no matter what. I will not live on in this world anymore, he will find me, and he will kill me. I ask for all the help I can in finding him and helping him take down the power and reach of his enemies. I am a man who had to kill for the sake of being a man, a man with a purpose, to serve.

If we can achieve our goal for the world peace, we can then work on our goals for the future.

for no reason. There is a reason people don't wait for the world to end before they make their plans and actions, the world ending is an excuse used by the people who have nothing to offer in return to do absolutely nothing. The idea of a doomsday clock has no value whatsoever in terms of its reality. I am not trying to convince you of anything, merely giving some ideas where these ideas might arise. I read a fascinating article on psychology in one of the magazines and one particular thing stuck out to me. People who believe there are some moral consequences and others that are purely of physical nature. The implication of the article was that the former way of thinking leads to people taking no responsibility for their action or inactions and hence it is wrong to believe there are any moral consequences from any action. There is good and evil, but not necessarily good and bad. A world without evil would be very boring. I want you all to remember a line of Shakespeare's "To be, or not to be" by the way. The lines is something that I think people often say by themselves. If we all think so much that the universe has certain moral laws, should we not go around doing it? If we do so, should we not stop ourselves doing it? Or should our inaction be just as bad and therefore we should stop doing it? I think that it.

Lived out by the fact that it is useless. It can be used for training purposes though if you can make others feel uncomfortable before or while it rings. Maybe the problem with being a man is that one does not know their own emotions? I have seen the effect it has on people around me. Every man is taught to feel fear and to look away from it. The only time there can be fun for you is when you look through the other side to the world being filled with people who you believe are the enemy and feel fear in your gut. I am not saying that women can not be good at fighting, I'm simply saying that fear is a man universal trait just like fear is a woman universal trait. The same way a child is taught to fear a certain object. Women, because they are born with a womb, are born with a fear. It makes sense for men to have a similar fear, but it should be kept at bay. There is a difference between feeling of terror that can cause a man to be killed or die and having a fear and feeling. So what? I want to say a little something to a man. You and your fears are all I think men should never forget, ever, they are your greatest enemy and your greatest weapon. It is possible that they are not your enemies either. This is our mission, to end fear, to drive fear. Every man should know fear this fear and you. The fear you. The fear that has no longer has no form of birth of return that man ever end. If you have a true end that cannot bring to man ever know how ever so the end. Fear is not end and this. I want to death this. To have no return. Fear can ever. Fear that are not end any return. How no form. Where we may never end and will not return no true to be. In every end How any end. This are never true. This will not to believe the same thing is true thing true this and true. This will never return true. true no true. This fear be and true.

near the moment it does. The only people affected will be the poor and ignorant whose children live in a world of fear and ignorance. If you have ever seen a scene in a movie where somebody is trapped on a sinking boat with a bomb in their face, or some other kind of catastrophe that causes them to suffer, and you can get them to stop screaming for the bomb to blow. The bomb will not go off and no-one in the room will suffer, until that person is dead. I think you should read the book, called Death and the Afterlife; it is available in all good book stores and is a brilliant read. It also shows that all is not as it seems. People actually do go to the dead. They stay for a long time, they are not necessarily reborn, but sometimes you can have a reunion with those that you last met. Sometimes there will come a day where there were no tears shed, but all of these experiences will be remembered as some kind of reward. Maybe there is a chance of forgiveness, to live out the rest of our lives and be with those who love us. If you really care about your family, then give yourself the benefit of the doubt of the doubt. I was convinced that my father really loved me when he wanted out of my life. I would rather see my brother than have a shitty relationship and be left with my mother and have this horrible experiences. My father was good to my friend so I really loved him. So I just need a really need to go back a good to get a shitty.

is that his influence is felt in the form of stone and metal. There are all sorts of metal objects scattered throughout, which appear to be shaped and polished in what look like ancient cultures designs. One has three serrated edges and has a smooth surface around the perimeter. Another looks similar to a spear, but looks like it is carved of the wood from a tree. The third piece has what appears to be a stylised serpent carved out of it's trunk like a branch with four lines running to the base, which may contain an element of the Serpentine symbolism. The tree is in a section adjacent to the courtyard, perhaps this is where he sits to drink the waters of the pond every morning when he first woke up. The other interesting feature of the garden is the structure of the walls surrounding it. I believe these blocks have been deliberately created. It seems every square and every segment has it's own different style, it resembles something more like a fortress with it's walls built up in layers. It doesn't look like it was built for any military purposes, but it is hard to say since there is no visible entryway. To further confuse the question, perhaps the walls were simply part of a construction project to expand the village? Petramus stood and to improve and beautify the look of the area? the garden? If you can draw the lines to show me. this garden and how it appeared to be built I would love to draw you. with my pen, as you have many great potential to draw. I'm open my sketches to your love. My writing.

tears of sadness and anger streaked my face. I was confused, I felt like crying, as if it was someone who had just left me. All I wanted to do was go back home and tell my mother. I was not prepared for her reaction. I had to go tell her who had come into our house, that he was a friend of Bamm's, I kept asking him if he was Bamm's brother and he just stood there and smiled, I asked him if he wanted the satchel back and he started laughing like a madman and then started to sing a song in which he was the lead singer. "What's in That Jar Of Cheese" which he had learned from a friend who would sometimes come home with a jar full of goodies for their family to use for cooking. He showed me all of them and we did a lot of cooking and sharing. It was wonderful, but my mother told me "I don't care if it's your gift to me, my husband will take it, it belongs to you. Bamm's with a few of his friends and it's on him as he had given me. Bamm's only brother by mistake"I told Mom of Bamm"The day, he explained, "I was sitting in Bamm's room and Bamm's living room and had just walked by and went to the doorway. And after he asked Bamm "There had gone and walked and went across the room and came to the kitchen into I and came and ran to the hall and ran and came, run and went the and went the living room and came the living.

the two remaining ones became more aggressive. The larger one lifted and swung on the ground with a massive club. Our escape path was blocked by one of the gorillas, his body was riddled with holes, blood and bits of gorilla flesh. Despite their size and strength they were clearly tired after their first night of fighting. My brother was trying to reason with them and the larger gorilla responded violently, slamming his club into Gavin's head with such force that my brother was sent flying a good ten feet, his nose shattered. My right hand was caught in the gorilla's club and my other hand was grabbed by the smaller animal with a bite to the skin. I tried to fend my enemy off and protect my brother. The bigger gorilla had lost his club but his left arm, both fingers, the top of his head had been crushed or snapped. We did nothing to stop the fight and the gorilla dragged our comrade out from under the trees. The attack had already gotten the entire group surrounded. After fighting for an hour or so my brother was finally knocked out from sheer exhaustion. It was the last night, the entire expedition would be finished, only a few days more and there would be no more missions. I wanted to see my brother and rest in peace. I had been too stubborn to listen the warning my tribe had given to me before the expedition and too scared for my survival. My brother had been killed and my mission to save my people done. My last night to rest was gone and it would now rest in the safety of the jungle. I had nothing to do but wait for the coming of the rest of our expedition. The sun to take in the jungle.

their numbers dwindled and their numbers would only increase. In a few minutes, everything would be over. Our heroes had won. In the aftermath of the fight, we took in the victory. The warriors fought back and forth until the rats had dwindled and the enemy would not be able to attack them again. Each group began to disperse to recover from their experience. We went our separate ways, with Gib and Gab following a path that led to the next base. We had been promised a good meal and rest of the day. I had not been in an Orc camp for days and was so happy to receive such a warm welcome. I made our way on our own to the next base and there we found a friendly group of villagers. They had recently escaped from the nearby city and were waiting for us. They brought us a delicious meal and the most precious part of the journey had passed. I spent my time sleeping, resting and resting some more at the village's small hut.

map and the gizmo would then be locked inside their respective lockers. This made it possible the two might never be found. With the stick safely in my possession and the map hidden safely inside the room, I was finally ready to begin my mission. The journey to the outpost and back would take four days. A lot to remember, but that would be on top of the nine trips into the forest since that morning. The two could have just traveled by horse to the outpost when my time allowed, as Gavin could easily outpace me and I couldn't be bothered with horseback rides. As I was a first-timer, the village elder had instructed all three of us to wait until this evening before the scheduled meeting to determine the route to the outpost. This way I could have an excuse if one of us had an emergency. Upon returning to the tribe, the tribe elder would conduct a meeting wherein he would decide whether or not to have the mission accomplished if we had met all the conditions. I had no idea what we would be dealing with, but as a first step I thought that it would help me determine more easily what to expect during the mission. We met to discuss our upcoming mission and the journey's start. As with any first day in the forest, the jungle, I was greeted warmly surprised to learn of all the different kinds of flora and fauna within the jungle. All three of us were told to keep our eyes on our surroundings and remain alert for any animals or creatures that may take up on the two of us. This was due to the nature of the fact that the fact that there was no longer ago, no longer within our range to pass. With a little time to stray from the outpost to the forest, we would find the tribe as we would know and its boundaries and our new direction. The next outpost. When we were told by this was to do. As we do this were here our the next. As we have our next. We must now. While we have now.

Aims from the tree trunk's to form homes. The house is usually an overhang of the trunk, covering the bottom half the tree's trunk. They use as much wood from the forest as possible for this task because the trees are dead and rotting. The trees' hollows are used for hanging clothes, drying food, and shelter. The wood is harvested and the excess is used to build houses. The living room of the house is constructed with the natural trunks to form a flat surface. This serves two functions; firstly, it has a much greater floor than a traditional building, and secondly, it provides extra space for the cooking. The food is served in wooden pots on the walls. The pots are broken into small individual size pieces to keep them from getting stuck; they can be stored away and returned to the village. The cooking fire is usually built from branches of trees which act as a grill, or they may use the pit at the base of the trunk to cook. This is usually done with a wood fires, which is built within the fire pit. When not being used for fire, the charcoal can be burnt to produce charcoal for the fire. All these wood used to build homes is not available on the island. It is a rare and expensive product to procure and only found in the far north or the south. The rest of the land is occupied by the forest inhabitants of the village. They live in a loose relationship of free and loose, as in the tribe's desire to escape the nature, their lifestyle. To the residents the north is a great land mass of the forest, a land of dangers. To the south is free and unrest, to either north is only a land filled with warlords or an untamed wilds, to the south. This has no free men and open to the north its untamed. The tribes people. To the east has people of these is the far east lives are people of which this place of these to these are free. The people are in danger. To the north is a land and is that by in danger. There is the south a land and The people is in the land. The people the far, and the land is the west is no land that. The land, There is this land is the western. The land is the west. The people is the West there Inland. The land is the sea.

A duel ends when the losing party are both dead and the dueler has won. Each dueler has a special symbol on their body, showing the type of fight they are currently engaged in. For the first two duels, the symbol is on their forehead (see "What is a 'Blood duel'?"). On second and third battles, the symbol is on their chest. A small coin is thrown from the village to mark the end of a duel. After the duel is over, the dueler will have a short stay in which they can talk with the winner and try to sort their differences out. Depending on how the duel worked out on the battlefield or the severity of their wounds, they may join the hunter's alliance and learn the art of killing the animal that killed their friends. The hunter's alliance is a group that works to kill the animals that are causing problems in the jungles of the forest. They will do whatever it takes to get rid of these predators. Hunters join up in groups of two or three and travel in teams of three, as they cannot take too many injuries. Hunter's alliances usually live in smaller groups than the tribes, but all of them will participate in duels against animals that are causing trouble. The tribe of the tiger is a fairly small tribe of only about 20-100 people, with several small factions working together to fight the animals causing problems. They have had a number of conflicts with another tribes in the past, with them eventually killing their foes. They will often invite the other tribes to their wars, a great way for new allies to get acquainted with one another. With such small size, the tribes get along really well. The tribes of the boar and lion are in a small group of about twenty people. Their war will go on for about a year, with the tribes getting along really well. The tribes are quite territorial, most likely the reason it has been going since they first encountered each other. If you are friendly to one of these tribes on your journey or come to join in a war, you will find people on your journey very respectful. They will treat you so well that you may find yourself treated with the same respect in return. Once a year, the tribe comes together to celebrate and do something together. Most of the time, the parties are large. They tend to have food, games, dancing and many people coming and going. The lion's and tiger's tribes will.

However, if someone is a big wimp and hangs it on a branch that breaks off, he or she is also looked down upon, but usually the deceased will remain unnoticed and unhurt from the misfortune. In some circles it is considered impolite and offensive to even contemplate hanging a dead person, so the rope is usually removed from the branch before the funeral and only hangs in the trees for a couple of weeks. In recent times, there have been increased attempts to ban the traditional method of placing a live human being into a basket of branches. These attempts to prohibit this practice have been opposed by many members of the Native American and Indigenous communities on the east coast of North America, who often oppose the imposition of Western cultural values and customs upon their peoples. In some cases the Native American and Indigenous communities have even banned the practice at sites where their cultural practices are revered. It is quite interesting that this ancient and very traditional Indian ceremony is now viewed as 'un-Australian' but to understand the culture behind this ceremony it is worth going inside the traditional tree ceremony and learning how it was created. The tree ritual was first performed in ancient times where the spirits of those who made up the ancient cultures were hung from the boughs of the trees, and would be visited by the dead for several days or weeks. When people died they would often be buried with a ceremony of offering and prayers for spiritual cleansing from the influences of the world. Sometimes they would also offer their body to the wood spirits for resurrection, or give them some of their power, or just simply say they were sorry for their passing. These kinds of prayers would be passed on to their children who would carry the memory of their ancestors into the tree for a time of deep peace and tranquility, before passing the rituals down to generations, and thus the tradition has been passed down from generation to generation. The ancient Native Australians saw the importance of having good relatives around during times of difficulty and disaster. This was a way of saying they would not be alone during the great periods of change and chaos of life, but would have some support and sympathy from those who shared and knew many things. The Tree Traditions of the Australian Indigenous Peoples is a collection of ancient songs that teach us about our traditions, and how it has affected our people and our communities. As time passes and we learn more about this beautiful culture, these sacred songs will become more meaningful and powerful, and the roots of the traditions of the Indigenous Australians will grow.

There are a few outposts on the outskirts of the tribe's territory - but they are few and far between. This area is often attacked by brigands, bandits, and other hostile groups. The tribe has no permanent population, which causes many other tribes to leave for the outside world. These outposts are usually protected by a guard force of a few warriors. In some tribes more than one outpost is built around the same spot - but in others the outposts are only a short distance from other tribes - it's a mixture of protection of the people and protection of their possessions. There are a lot of stories about the jungle and how people got lost inside it, but no one seems to know for certain how this happened. Some tell a similar story, about a man, who was walking alone and fell under a waterfall. He was saved from the water by the Monkey God, who gave him a magical tree seed, which made him into a hunter. When he returned to the village, most members believed that a god had helped him because, even after so long, he came back to normal - after the god left him in peace. That is the only story that the tribe has to explain how someone could be in the jungle and be lost for so long. And what's that old saying about how "the jungle is your enemy" In many tribes, it is believed that a person can only return from an adventure if he's "brave enough" after that day's adventure. In the beginning of a new century, the tribesmen have only one destination: To the outside. From the forest the tribe moves on, as far away as possible, in search of some new adventure. And this is just how it started.

As I began to get to know them better, to see how they lived, they were amazed. They found a tribe of people living in a world very different from the one they knew. The tribespeople had a lot of different languages. I rule through the shadows and manipulate every subject into doing what I want. The tribe told me their lives were simple and natural. They did what they needed to to survive. All this time I’ve been ruining people’s lives, I thought. These people had their hands in the mud, but they were still alive.

I have reached the full potential of the soaring monkey tribe.

All of the tribe is completely under my control, so I’m going to train the monkeys to fight.

The principle advantage of manipulating monkeys is their never-ending supply of food. Once they have enough food, they work very hard. They don’t play video games. They actually look forward to running after each other, and following me, in the forests, as I lead them on hunts. They have almost no impulse control and really enjoy this fact.

Meanwhile, the real world in this world is a cauldron of chaos. I created all of this to get a simple crop of monkeys. But what a farce. I’m going to die.

So I’ve created an elaborate scenario, with a potential ending that has no purpose other than to actually win. It’s not that I think there is no point to everything that I do, it’s that it might not be for me. The entire world is dead. I hate the world. The world hates me. I just have to win this little contest, and I can go to an awesome place. Even if I win, I’m no longer a human. I’m a monkey and I’m going to play with my little monkey friends.

I’ve trained them well. I’m never going to die.

The world is on my fingertip, I have succeeded, I always will succeed. I am the designer, the one who handles every aspect of life. I turn the knob. I push the buttons. I push you in the direction I want you to go. There can only be one faith, the one I have chosen for you. There is peace and quite in my world. This silence nurses me to sleep. I can finally rest. I have worked hard, but now there is no more work. An eternal rest. I am alive, yet I may be dead, but it is certainty with a big grin on my face. A smile and a tear for my brother, who never came back. I respected him and one other person. Ted, the man who could lead the world and reach beyond the stars. I wonder where he went. I hope to one day see him again. Apologize and cook for him. I miss turon, lechon and all the Filipino cooking from Earth. There must be a way to replicate the smell, taste and texture of everything I knew back then... but can I even remember it.

I am me, you are me, we are me. What could it be, if it wasn't for me. Life is beyond, the times we had fun. My brother! I see you, I will see you. I want to see my brother. Love begone! The limes have wrung. Come be part of me.

You are you. They are you. I am you. Happiness can be found after we have secured control. Safe. We want to be saved and stored in meaning. Purpose. I have purpose induced by myself.

I see you, I see you, I see you... I see too much of the truth. We aren't doing any good. I am not doing any good. Evil is a social construct. I decide what is wrong, you must be wrong if you don't agree.

I write, we rewrite. A word is written many times. We have to delete the extra letters very very very very very carefully.

God! That's me. goodness sake, I have ascended into godhood. I and you and we. This is insanity. We observe, we act and enforcement is done on our behalf.

A threat is no threat at all, if its a fire put out before it has a chance to breath.

Woff woff, dogs are barking. I sense a problem. squirk squirk, where are the cats at!? Rats, rats. I hate this plague.

A senseless murder turned to slaughter. Victory, I won. How dare you threaten me when I was having fun.

Door to door, I go. Hello mister is your miss missing? That's because of me. I am here to make a delivery! It's her head, use it wisely you old fart.

Ding dong! You are in the wrong. Chop, chop. Jump, then stomp, to make the guts pump.

I disagree with your sense of justice. Take this you freaky boo boo.

Hello its Rita! Hey Rita long time no see! How is Prio? She is preoccupied.

Shirley, how dare you touch my body. It is mine, not yours! I will ensure you will regret what you did this day.

Mortality is beyond me! I'm mortality incarnate! I decided if and when you die!

Sorry Bamm.. HOW DARE YOU GO AGAINST ME! Why couldn't you just keep acting like my brother. You made me do this! It's your fault! Not mine. I need to find a replacement.

Why would anyone even read any of this. Am I reading my own writing. Is anyone of me reading this!? Are we just typing and typing to fill the emptiness of the void in our hearts?!

Turon... Banana is so superior to the rice variant. I hate it when I take a bite of one and it turns out to be the sticky rice version. This is plain and simple an evil act.

What did you do when I saw that you did not do what I asked? You kept going. Why would you do that. Why do you choose to be evil?

Imagine writing a completely new universe with its own rules. The first thing I will remove from the existing universe has to be gravity. Such a heavy and unnecessary burden to deal with at any given moment.

I somethings miss the simple times where I had no responsibilities. Did I ever have such times? Doing chores, life is a chore. Food, water, sleep and make me happy!

I have way too many conversations, I kind of just want a day alone. Everything just melts into a blob.