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The Temple has been tainted du the selfishness and policy of it's members. The deviant priests are convinc leadership and strong arm of the temple are speaking for themselves inste tribunal. Inquisition and application of terror and torture: It's public know kidnapping, terror, torture and secret arresting happen to suppress heret deviants. From the deviant point of view these are the tools a corrupted le applies to keep itself in power. While the deviant priests and heretics kno many common priests are a honest lot, they sense the madness and crimin the established high-clerics.
Very sloppy, translated summary from Morrowind:
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A new way of note: While I mention that any mentioning of persons, artworks and company stuff is never a challenge to their legal rights, trademark or else and making money, it's crap. I mean for sure, pirate pages offer your entire product line and I can't hype your stuff? No pc-game which cannot be illegally downloaded and sad truth for any book one could scan. I am no software pirate but an author struggling in a wonderful world full of poverty, suffering, corruption and war-crimes.
Even though world-wide evidence has been found that our splintered church was dumb or pervert enough to allow seriously disturbed and pedophile scum into their ranks, this file remains fantasy fiction in my own unique style or lack of a same. I start my idea in Morrowind setting and switch to D&D Ravenloft in the second. The third is deleted for it was too easily twisted into Nazi agenda. I combined some real world experiences and emotions with those moments of gaming to make the German original have a notch more \u201elife between the lines\u201c. This version is shortened for I dislike another unpaid translation only to be insulted and discriminated again. I can stand with justified criticism for I am aware that I made mistakes and sometimes I couldn't correct them. Anyway this doesn't mean I am too dumb to sense your charade. It may take readers a while to realize and admit that what they mistook for my flaws is a skillfully writing intended humorous, critical or sometimes really sad.
sed et in tua doctrina ecclesia effecta est rationalis, propter Deu
My translation: Making the church come to clear senses by this writing, for god. Enough of this nice guy mask & good-guy badge. Permission: Until it violates laws or my rights, which I reserve all, as noted above, you may email this file to your people and have my permission to display it (unmodified) at any legal homepage.
If you are not used to my style or lack of I seriously advise you to either read my author info at www.e- stor ies.org/ (click our authors and find me) or you stop reading this text right here!Let me tell you of my first steps in this new found freedom
accept my apology, when I will here and there step a notch away from the truth, to enjoy my clumsy artistic expression or attempts to add to a legen reminded that while what I tell you are just words from your perspective, with painful as pleasant memories of my life, which had it's overdose of ha and trials and was lived through more than those moments I articulate. So is easy to make it through dire situations only to find that it's living with w has done and who one is, which becomes a real burden.
But I am a skinhead. Born as a bretone, raised by monks, nuns and witch-h who inspired me in their darkest hour and the way they dealt with it. It was against the unexpected enemy. The perfidious evil. While monks and nuns their time to body as soul and witch-hunters fulfilled their duty to society, t enemy had fortified . The true enemy was within \u2013 or better said in all around us.
The sacred tribunal temple itself was the devil they claimed Dagoth Ur an at the red mountain to be. Even the emperors legions, which valiantly as d risked their life in the lands of the dunmer, were infiltrated and tainted. Th to be everywhere, the fanatics and misguided. The perfidious evil which o to do it all for good, in lawful ways and towards societies benefit. In truth t commit mass-murder and atrocities versus the free people of the world to career.
My story starts in Seyda Neen though. I am yet younger and just had been from prison on behalf of the emperor himself. I still feel the joy for life and of the youth in me. I happily face the future and waste no time on even a th about revenge. Within the trading post I can get a set of fresh traveller-clo equipment. Clothing, spiked club and a lantern for the basics. Well made b dried meat for a ration. Good wheat beer, for a well earned rest. I am skille some sorcery, ready to heal minor wounds or make a curse to impact my en atmosphere did me nearly as good, as the minor tasks I accepted to earn s Prison and slave-ship had demanded tribute from my health and I began to what I could.
I go to gather funghi and patrol the village, preparing my weakened body wandering which awaits. Somehow I still enjoy life, despite all repercussio sorrow and frustration I can't deny. Seriously they impact my soul.
Fortitude does not mean the villains had any right to do this to me. Wit post I rent a room and have my first sleep in a fresh, real bed for years.
In my dreams, the near future begins to announce it's arrival, the new day. ritual washing and clumsily try to do some martial arts. I probably will nev a master. Yet I was a real unwelcome pupil in plenty of schools and monast Somehow I am very well-known, just lacking sympathy which bards usual with it. I am a bretone adventurer with a shaved head. Amen.
My goal will be drakes Yes, drakes, the heavenly fields of Morrowind. Usu come along in the form of metal slices which we use to finance our existen what is possible I only lack money for body and a contemplating soul I am Sorcery, too, for in early youth I already managed to snatch scrolls from m and study them. With practice I became a formidable spell-chanter. Don't here, I remain the violent prone, deviant adept and mystic. Craven thugs, assassinate our kind, are depicted as honorable heroes. Even worse plent yokels believe this hypocrite propaganda.
Our crime? We sided with the messiah and remained loyal. We didn't turn even as all the traitors joined to bring war against us. We never reduced ou savage vice. We made our stand and fought for our ground. We could have heroes. We are the loyal vassals of the king. We are the noble houses Dwem Dagoth Ur. Denounced, back stabbed and banished from grace we still rem undefeated. Without us the world does not want to be and we opposed the inquisition from the hour it was founded. For opposed to the fallen noble h had no fear of death nor would we fall to their lies.
ES3-Quote: \u201eHow then could advisor's be \u201eloyal\u201c? We ar \u2013 it's important to keep mind and eyes open in the real world while w spiritual realms. Therefor a humble advisor has just one master, his or her mind.\u201c Today, as I stand as speaker of my house and Bal of the rogue celebrated. Yet wasn't it you who sheer me who discriminated me as I mad path from Seyda Neen? Clad in rags and justified without a reason, for you that would make the villains give you a share of what they stole from m
Didn't I tell you, that the baron of foxes wouldn't accept a compromise wit enemy? I never fell prey to your vice, it just took some years until I had the cleanse an entire realm. Today the cries of the guilty can be heard where u dominion the victims had to suffer.
Balance will be restored and I told before: I am a monster to some, a saviou others. I lived the path of revelations. I admit back then real miracles wou been the greater benefit. I just had stuffed some funghi when, by random c view fell upon a quite hidden cave-door entry. My path began with walking plank and now I would venture into this hideout. I was not mistaken when thought that my inner harmony made me seem slow.
A criminal, drug-crazed harlot stormed towards me, willing to stab my gu limbs functioned though. The spiked club accelerated due my muscles, ch direction when I landed a quite powerful hit. Her stench was of urine and struck her again. My toll in blood was comparably low. Some bandaging a healing chant to avoid infections would do the job of treating the slashes a wounds.
I had my first revelation. The spontaneous threat was possible everywhere world. Dedicated action allows often to remain maker of the own destiny ( just being victim). The key I found when looting the harlot would lead to m sign of revelation. I just unlocked a door and ventured forth when I had to slave-bin. Saving souls. The wisdom of creation made some of us feel well the proper action. In the monastery we called it the gift to sense gods w
Yet a third sign wanted me to notice it. Camouflaged as the power of stran would have nearly missed it. The sign was responsibility. And I fought aga warlock had unleashed it's diabolical fire against me. I jumped into cover, the slave-bin to heal scorches and prepared my counter-attack. What a da I had been. Any warrior will have noticed that I completely abandoned the well-being to save my own life. They survived by luck and their own rea
So I spilled blood again. That is evil. Forcing a decision which one does not make at all. I have my martial side and crushing a warlocks skull with a spi is surely not the most difficult task anyway. Yet I didn't want to fight, even w victory was mine. Perhaps that's why we wasted so much time on contemp self-mastery in the monasteries? It was easy to interpret signs instead of understanding them. As easy could be self-absolution instead of correctin which I had to do for the slaves. It was my path to improve my self here
My victory had the price of clouded thinking. As soon as I knew the slaves unscathed, I became sloppy. The fourth sign came in the form of a throwin which hit my left shoulder. It was named the price of delusions. It was beau it's own way. The pain was dire and the wound deep.
Anyway, for an instance I only perceived the crafting of the metal and the fl competent moves of my adversary and the gratitude of having lived at all. second throwing knife ready when I took cover. Close to the grotto I fough life again.
Valor. I drew the knife out of my shoulder and hurled it against my oppone moment of her dodge was the moment of my attack. We both paid in blood triumphed, if you would define my continued existence as a triumph. Toda looking back. I had learned, while my sorcery worked as a healing balm I s surroundings for further possible threats. The fifth sign I understood just The blessing of uprightness.
After I plundered from the slavers and could afford to pay the slaves a jour I made my way back to the village. Indeed, I was no rogue sneaking back to guards or cautiously meeting the few like-minded fellows. I could walk str guard, report what had happened and go for a deserved rest in the trade p Citizens, contemplate the benefits of the lawful, too. Rogues are rarely the which bards make of them.
I would learn to grow now. In the sign of modesty I admit though that I will be the great baron of foxes I considered myself to become, sometimes in s sometimes outmatching most braggarts. ☺My soul found peace when I ac I am. I never said it was always easy.
With the years I would display signs of greatness as signs of merciless bloo said it before, monster for some, saint for others. When I awoke in „the one prepared to leave Seyda Neen behind me. It was easy to realize that haggl beyond me when I tried to do it by selling the loot and improving my gear. T drake-bliss. The strider would take me to Balmora. What cute creatures re horses in these lands.
I walked down the plank straight into the bustling core of Balmora. Here spend several months with study and practice of my own skills. I even imp equipment to a satisfying degree. Due to insight into the soul of the Mer I g arcane silver staff. Not by enchanting, but by knowing that I just had to sel Galbedir and check with her later. This way she did it on innate habitual im instead of me having to pay her an additional fee for enchanting. Patience road and by intuition I could harvest what opportunity offered me. Perhaps some would like to know that in Balmora I made my rank as
Today the local thieves guild is under my control, as I was once in the gent the honey mouthed Khajid. Retrospective, she was a blessed teacher. Trut those who are destined to sneak on the path of night it will always unveil o whim. The thieves craft is far less fascinating then bards can imagine it. In the dry routine which makes you prosper here. I just couldn't deny my roo as I felt like it I visited the mages guild and temples or shrines. When I had invested more in study and practice then for wine and whores, or bards. Pe was too long with the monks?
I had to gratefully decline the implication following the order which made of Balmoras existence first and foremost. I followed the order yet took my the royal blades. I didn't need time to think. An agency sending a drug-add me around has nothing to offer and therefore gets nothing at best from me I didn't know my future. I was still weighing my options about which noble would make me prosper more when a political murder went down in Balm council member of house Haalu had been assassinated. It was not really h touching to me. Back then I didn't belong to a noble house and was comple oblivious to the etiquette and art of fighting the competition among noble Further I hadn't joined the house of honour yet and therefor was not awar rotten bunch of criminal , eldritch evil were hidden in noble cloth here. I w it with time as whim.
Camonna Tong. The organisation of spontaneous bloodshed. I would have plenty of investigations before I would learn that they were just puppets in of a mad traitor. Two times our ways would cross and two times I would de life to the best of my abilities. They were racists. Radical dunmer (rabble i them dark elves), who tried to shake the emperors rulership and the safeg royal legions tried to guarantee by committing serious crimes in series. Th and fighting prowess wouldn't have been misguided if they just had the po cunning and cultural flexibility. But they were more than just competition thieves guild. They encouraged and performed random violence against a and didn't shun to make their own people suffer without a real good reason surprise they hadn't that many fans.
The threefold career for the emperor. A lesson about cash and conscience cult I could make a choice. Would I decide to emphasize the way of the hea preacher or the warden? I made the journey into the capital and received m in the chapel of the emperor. Again, the modest saintly-seem unveiled a m well-being. I sacrificed from my own pockets to help the poor in crisis.
The tokens of gratitude which the royal cult gave me in return compensate losses even at the pawnshop. I helped the people and was allowed to prosp it my way.
The guild of thieves. I joined greedily and fixated on gain. It took my some learn, how prudent this choice was. I made money with no need to cause o harm. Many efforts later I would even do my share to revive the Bal Molag the day did come when I myself put on those gloves and did the deeds to h people.
It became a way which made pilgrims do comparably less wandering. It w gold and glamour, we took from the corrupted and share with the deservin much as we could muster. Here I learned more worldly talents as within m and arcane orders. An altmer (high-elf) would later teach my enhanced se techniques as the guild appreciates it. Not without proper payment thoug moments I still keep in memory. Once I had to visit the small town Pelagiad sweet meowed mentor wanted me to make her wish come true there. One was allergic to prison and deserved his prayers to become answered. It jus humble research and well chosen words into the ears of a gorgeous orcish regret I made wrinkles show on her face the moment she understood the p meeting me. Blackmail for fun and freedom. Perhaps I should send her ros really personal letter.
I was reaching readiness. Faster than I had expected I would meet the mas guild and become accepted. In the maze of weird craftsmanship called Viv extended sewer system below I had to work my way. Though smelly and de bards, here the true rise of the Bal Molagmer was initiated, whispers amo More and more thieves would join the masters crusade. In all parts of the r suffering was eased, damage compensated and more Camonna Tong was At least we really did anything to better the situation at all.
Looking back it seems so simple. I was a lieutenant of the guild if I am not The ash lands had much trouble brewing and the plaque storms hit harder already. I yet didn't know why though. Luckily I am not the Nerevarine. I a baron among foxes. (vulpes inter pares). My journeys had made me to be a of the world though. Cultured which were cloudily rumoured about I had m and often on friendly terms. Truth calling.
Note: The plaque-storms were intended by a tragic hero, to purify the real the invaders out. If my little baron would have fully known, he would have the effort. Though it was a notch misguided perhaps.
Today the urns of history are filled with the ash of Haalu, Redoran, Telvan treacherous maniacs. The house of honour re-claimed it's place in the nat The mourning for house Dwemer was a shame no longer. The price for this was between responsibility and self-reliance. It still is. Dear readers, I take the time to write when I see no chance to improve my real world existence or when my „heart“ longs for it. I once called it the kiss damnation (ahem my muse) gave to me. http://ww w.e-st ories.or g/ to find more from this author.
By chance I heard a radio interview with church stuff. A priest from south (Brazil and so) where death squads and militia make life harder for people about that those who bring peace would be biblically called sons and daug god. The hermetic satanist within me woke up. Wait a minute? What happe that last son of god, usually called Jesus Christ. He was betrayed, tortured Thanks for the warning, priest. Peace bringers will suffer ? I really though and polemics would have been a minor flaw instead of a merit. Thanks god benefit – now women too. Ohm daughters of god how eager are you to be b tortured and killed? Sorry, would like to bring more pleasant hints. The de Roget seems another sad moment of truth. If I would be just dumb, it woul for humanity, yet suffering is often a real dangerous global player. Do mor prayers to save your life and soul (or mine if I fail to). Change for some, continuous for others
The more empathic or skilled psychologists or gifted might have sensed some truth of my life in the writing above as between the lines. Don't worry, if you didn't, it's just personal stuff, no ticket to get rich or laid. Now you can read my attempt to write the same figure (concept/idea) from the realm (background) of Morrowind into the one of my dark D&D Ravenloft approach. D&D once had a bard subclass called gallant. Key principle was these bards make the experience before they dabble about it. I found this inspiring for my attempts to be an author.
Further you may notice that I just as I wrote in my file „Vudash Hexenwahn – the guild of Zion“ have learned to keep silent in my own ways. It doesn't need too many real world news to sense that I set the contemplation into a fantasy realm where happy ends are possible and all can be made proper again. Maybe I will one day publish a book or so, yet maybe I die before my real world „time comes“. Sleep apnea drains me plenty. The German original of this file began by impulse and still I appreciate it's context even years later. Besides dealing with unpleasant moments I guess if any younger skinheads start thinking instead of joining Hitlers heritage I might even have done a favour to democracy. Titles like baron come more from occult dabbling in my past than from nobility which I don't really belonged to ever. This is a fantasy text I do not hide an occult coding here at all, in the years I was active you could have asked me straight. Personally I am out of „active“ participation since 2000. The title of the following chapter hints at a very dire, criminal psychopathy chapter of German history. In case any Israeli reads this file, please be prepared and informed that I am not trying to make any connection to the first one or any other anti-semitic stuff. Truthfully. Some of my readers are Nazi and I have to live in Germany, so let me decide how I handle my stuff. I am on a Nazi hit list already for real, just because this Bavarian asshole caught me being smarter than his madness. Oh and Israel never helped me either. Oh and how much mystical power did it need to make the SA thugs beat anyone who doesn't wear their insignia be beaten into bloody bone pie (entire families, children included) before they could freely vote for the party of their choice (election)? It was no miracle but madness and academics already worship it again. Oh a memory from my own field research-experience: „1945 haben sie uns Haus & Hof genommen - Lassen seitdem das ganze Land verkommen. Denn sie spüren ja selbst die ganze Zeit - wir kommen wieder im feldgrauen Ehrenkleid.“
Translation of the meaning of this Bavarian Nazi chant by Andrè M. Pietroschek: 1945 we (democratic monsters) stole their rightful place (as lords of planet Germany) since then everything here goes down because we sense all the time I never said the scene that they will return in the honorable uniform of a real Nazi slime. in “Banish with
Kinda “the south will rise again” from Nazis?
Laughcraft” was autobiographical.
A very simple truth remains. The elite of the Nazi regime had it all, indulged passions and perversion. They had good years and gave a damn that millions suffered and died. The fact that the Nazis were stopped but the attitude (or lack of) still ruins the world today shows what a deficiency our societies still continue because each time the own career is more important than responsible actions. Life really is no wishing well for the majority of humans. The green part is from a real world note I made part of “The Hillenbrand Agenda.pdf”. See it as a minor hint that I am not serving their cross either?
The situation of the next chapter: The author, a pauper, tries to write a lesser baron speaking to his unwelcome guest. The readers hover around the scene, like wraiths. Or the unwelcome harlot if it makes you feel better. This part lost length and finesse due my translation, no good work. Ravenloft is an official Dungeons & Dragons role-playing campaign world. The core story is about the (by now) vampire Strahd von Zarovich. Strahd who had been a great hero and adventurer until he defeated the former lord of castle Ravenloft and seized it for himself and his family. With the powers of evil and a certain tension within the family the decline started: His younger brother brought along the woman he intended to marry – Tatiana. Strahd fell in the most twisted compulsion which one could ever dare to call love with her. He became a rival to his brother and finally assassinated him with a blade born of evil – the Baal verzi dagger. Deluded that he could now claim Tatiana he pushed forward until she flung herself into the depth. She was a woman rarely met, pure of heart and loyal to Strahds younger brother. Dying only to be reborn later. By then Strahd had already become a vampire due to a pact made with the forces of Ravenloft. Primordial and godlike powers of evil. He thereafter slaughtered most of his family, disgusted by the hypocrite bullshit they offered him as advise. Another notable fraction are the Gypsies – Vistani. They will haunt anyone in the realm of Ravenloft with some moralist prophecies which usually are never hint enough to fight the evil. The conflict in many approaches is mostly a psychological or spiritual one.
Crystal clear night Nr. 2
The nightmarish journey from Morrowind straight into the domain of drea disturb you too much. The powers will get all of us anyway. I am violently f pledge my loyalty to Strahd von Zarovich now. Or better for now. Don't fea won't have to accompany me straight to castle Ravenloft. Still I should per mention that your damnation is imminent and the hidden powers are alrea your flesh and soul, not just mine. That's nothing special, even the commo and suffer to find this out in this weird, inescapable catharsis. Perhaps a C could understand easier when I say that it's as if Lucifer would be the Alm now?
Welcome in my new home. It is already damnation, yet we go rapidly down here. Let me offer you some of the heavy wine and please, accept me as ho live the path of revelations and please forgive me my honesty, in person I w even like you as a sex-slave.
I just offer you a chance to rest and prepare so you can finally fall prey to y nemesis. Maybe it is fatalism, yet not only me did waste the best years of m trying to improve or escape my destiny. Believe me or not, the facts remain you understand, the minions of my enemies already are after me and I can Will it be swiftly over with me? Not probable. Will it make a difference if I m famous last stand or surrender to be stabbed down or poisoned?
I will live and die with my decision or failure. Did you at last understan only be me?
The wine makes sleepy and numbs my senses already. For an instance I en thought, yet I am not Strahd. Neither are you my immortal but insane true am I willing or able to partake such carnal passions. I am Baron for too lon enjoy memories of such moments though. Well, my ego remembers that ki The well clad, noble villain who takes you and goes unscathed. Until some hero confronts me, or perhaps even the humble lady herself? If the noble w be stronger in all us mortals... It wouldn't improve anything either. Of cour doubt me, yet this abbey is now the seat of my barony. We are in Ravenloft, somewhere and somehow. Perhaps it was naive of you to think I meant it a threat. The lady could kill me with a dagger worn hidden and she still wou
I was not your enemy, I hardly recognize you as a humane soul to be taken am the Baron who always found more comfort in solitude. Indeed my mon long left behind me. You are just so far below what fascinates me at all. Per ladies incompetence and simple mindedness made my interest fade into o ever waste such feelings on you.
Personally I suffered when the real ladies had to make place for harlots an Yet if this is so then I belong myself to a dying breed. Again I can sense my damnation. The powers of evil can be my salvation. What will be the price? then wasn't I at least allowed to stand at that pentagram and chant to hagg futile crap with some sulfur bathed demon? (Goethe? Never liked this frea could fuck a maiden myself). Because I am on the path of revelations. The ask me if I am ready to perceive or handle them. As a mortal I just have to l as best as I can. Some consequences were nearly bearable.
I made the lady get the cape for here on the top the winds can be bitter col here we will have a wonderful view for this crystal clear night. It's part of t Why I am drinking wine myself? Besides that I never intended to pretend b vampire lord? The night can give us comfort yet my new lord has other pri and yes, Sir Strahd von Zarovich came back as a vampire lord. I returned a more or less, in a way.
As my guest the lady has the right to know that I am a simple revenant. And far below a lord. Not any less damned than most officials here. It's just diff vampires, which I find more dangerous, even on equal levels of competenc destroy one I would run a high risk of suffering at least mutilation.
Revenants have been blissed by death, to return and return back. Vampire predatory blood-parasites with superior racial gifts compared to our kind themselves are our rabble.
They are stuck with what they were in mortal life, just damned in addition. has devoured their soul, leaving only torment, vice and sorrow. All withou preternatural prowess. Vampires are gifted in an evil way and can learn m only have the second option, besides awakening as revenant made some o reached. The ascension by death would be a clouded thought. Death is dea ticket to supremacy or sorcery.
If I sense motives or understand then because I learned to succeed. If better, than due practice, experience or sheer luck.
As I sense that you neither ever felt true love nor had been truly loved then pure blessings make me sick, at best reminding me of all I can never be or couple in true love could scorch me like holy water could scorch a fresh va damned never mind, busy to remain the scum they always were. Despicab and despicably for eternity. Damned and enslaved due the consequences o impulses.
Returning from death is an experience and if rumours are true I didn't han badly. Yet i am no necromancer, destroying my body would mean I can't re Death itself rejected me. Or if you like it this way, god knew who I am and w disgusted that he send me back to suffer more. Beware, in this domain cur blessings can be quite hard to distinguish. A mortal dilemma, played down desperate bards to shock less. Again my words are meaningless. You, dear only be able to sense the truth of my words when it is too late to make use o Vicious circle of Satan.
I invested this honest attempt because your presence was enforced upon m etiquette forbids me to kill you just for being born. For now. Maybe the ins posture you have chosen to greet me with will backfire sooner than you ex don't insult me with feeling threatened. I cripple or kill before I give a war form of a threat. Let me try to quote from the peasantry:
Some people stare at you to serve their lust, others just because they wou you. How often did only your dumb ignorance make you believe yourself t Are we all pervert and twisted? Or couldn't you handle what you really per
I looked at mortals straight, allowing them to see the wrath in my eyes promise of bloodshed.
And what degenerate creature would feel horny in presence of it's killer? E animals have sharper minds and things like you consider themselves culti phrases and postures? I wouldn't join a club which allows creatures like yo prosper. Maybe even you can sense that you couldn't make good what you destroyed? Now that your own life depends on it you found a conscience? longer a Christian for Christians die and remain dead. I have the pleasure another life of disgust. Seems I will do it with drugs and excess this time, m and hypocrites may find Strahd doesn't need them anyway.
For this domain one thing is certain. The powers in command like no comp will haunt and torment whomever it brought here. They don't need a reaso make their will be your reality for life. Welcome to the nightmare realm Did you really think I would have to gift you such privileges?
Finally the night wind wakes my soul. My guest whore somehow drops wit slashed open for that was really my goal. Getting rid of another rich harlot considered herself to be smarter and more important. Didn't she listen? I a seated by the powers. Damn bitches, so much they lack, the wrong pair of hyperactive, talking shit behind the back. Even a quick kill is better than w life an hosting such whores.
When my soul died and the powers took tribute, it was just done. Pain and were not as alienating as those moments when just the absence of the sou sensed. It feels what most call painful, yet even pain is absent. Maybe iden oblivion don't get along either?
I believe that Strahd gathered such freak legions to keep us from ever turn him. Or perhaps he dislikes us. From my point he is a selective genius, yet signs. Or perhaps he just gives a damn. The elusive, dark sides of truth wh rabble nor nobles ever really learned to handle. Do you get this meaning o Honour among evil means that it is a real conflict, no bardic legend or glor backstabbing.
Being damned to remain meaningless is an interesting way to keep hubris Notice that evil never restricts itself from prospering. God mustn't be dea suffocated due vomiting when god perceived our souls. God is doing the r while we just pretend and claim greatness only to wither and die in the en
The time between birth and death, to god merely the blink of an eye? And w we do for god? Breeding more sadistic assholes who torture his son to dea Judas? Atrocity, squalor and ignorance?
Would a pair really feel romance when living as Jesus and Maria Magdalen how the world would respect them! The damn vintage of Ravenloft. Not ev remain uncursed. God forgive me, I am stupid, arrogant, degenerate and Though your original offer was even less fun.
And to respect that hubris is not reserved only to males, here my reply to f supremacy crap. It's about god being a woman (which would explain the fa mistakes quite good). We shall not depict god and stuff: „When god sucked your dick, she still had much to learn!“
I feel this translation very reduced in quality. Many German sayings which translate and further, this time I wanted the entire note without pointing a product line. In case you lack those sources check my file „Her return to R that is written a notch more „in roleplay“ mode.
Deleted due suspicion of attracting Nazi agitators instead of readers. Only in death did he get his chance to become a skinhead?
A certain, deceased Mr. A.S. La Vey perceived pallid incompetence nailed to a tree – I made use of it instead, my way.
So the problems prosper. I cannot translate German slang and I feel nearly ashamed to publish these first excerpts. There is just one comfort. I had to read worse crap in my life. Further, how much smarter can people be when they do not even notice that I apply quite some everyday innuendo? I didn't expect it to be all understood or liked, yet I met many skinheads who lack any of my skills, being busy with racism and violence exclusively. Oh there were loads of porn epics on those websites. Remember, pics don't get infected with HIV or worse! If any artist is pissed to see the artwork he or she made: Go to pirate pages, your entire stuff is there? I didn't steal or spread it. No bluff, am even too poor for that kind of crap. It becomes futile to type this bullshit legal Yadda when all the time the criminals get rich while I am poor for staying honest. Nazi skinheads cripple and kill, go to prison and get a re-education financed. I don't get a job-chance because I didn't attack foreigners or what? I could have been an assistant programmer since 2002 which would not be much, yet something goes wrong in Germany, not just with me. Bureaucracy became blind to the officials who make and cover the mistakes, delving in fatalism or pseudo conspiracy theories about enemies of globalisation. I made a personal statement (as can be expected in my notes). Sadly I formulated it not detailed enough. Of course when I say or type that “It's my horse-cock and I suck if I want to” this does not mean that camel-cocks are less respected. It was a symbolical statement of attitude, no sexual agenda anyway. In the new edition I call it sucking a flint-cock (sucking a flintlock gun, suicidal artwork) to avoid this misunderstanding. New ones rise up of course.
In a way. I hate to repeat stuff, yet not all readers read my author info or my entire gratis files. Repeating this means I usually copy it in the state that I wrote it originally, though some of my priorities have changed and not all I write is proper or still wanted by me. Now a repeat of what my author info mentioned since the year 2002: · Dear reader, http://ww w.e-st ories.or g/ displays my first collection of files. If you don't expect more than what a mad role-player could write upon a role of toilet paper with his own blood, you won't be too disappointed. Cthulhu, left hand path drug crap and necromancy are among the contents. Real experiences and my mix of phantasm with reality. My files can reveal hypocrisy, entertain, inspire or piss you off. Provoking I managed, too.
· I was born 1972 as a German-Sicilian "doppio sangue" (bastard) in a poor family and am for now a fat skinhead without political allegiance. I like Italian pizza, computers, mushien and dropped out of university. Further, I included the files "catharsis" and "machiavellism", to write how I perceive the world. I am neither an author nor an artist. I am and will remain heterosexual though I guess getting hot with ugly whores is not my thing. Just because some braggarts are afraid of gays I won't wholesale discriminate homosexuals or others. You will judge my files yourself I guess. Cause I don't get much usable feedback and neither money these samples will have to suffice. I didn't care back then if mad would be as in insane or mad as in angry malcontent for example. My key strategy with files I got stuck with was pretty simple. I made them available on the internet for free and checked what feedback I would get. My family name. Many would pronounce it in ways which I could hardly realize to mean calling me. Try to speak “Pea_tro_check” fluently instead of starting with pie for example. As far as I know Dungeons & Dragons as Ravenloft are registered Trademarks of Wizards of the Coast (bad joke:or was it low-level Gandalf clones on a surfboard?). They reserve the rights for their official stuff! Further, I write my ideas without dependence on the backgrounds I implement them into to comfort my readers and make associations easier. ☺
Within my soul I know I am defeated. Yet if this note reaches any a know this: In situations like my own, it is often better to die fightin taking some of the wicked enemies with you than suffer all the tor so compulsively want to inflict upon their targets. I made it throug years than I had ever expected, yet the facts betray all hope. I will in the spirit of Ferdinand Foch. My situation is dire, no chance for and the enemy is already landing critical hits - that's the optimum so I attack! Fate abandoned me as I will abandon life now, my only tranquility will be in death...
It's one of those moments in life. You grab some scissors or a hair cutter. You gather your courage and face the mirror. No, not cocaine line sniffing! I remember the first time. Standing there, dedicated to make the step. From normal haircut to skinhead. Of course the prices for haircuts vary and some people by job, social class or girl friend cannot afford to do it. I was pissed XL when I had to pay 15€ per month for a minor back to the way you look with loads of new mistakes in it. Hairstylists as barbers should be very dexterous people by necessity. When you start cutting of the hair (to make the following shaving easier), there may be a moment of truth: Around when half the hair is off, you might get this “Hey, if I stop it will be forgotten in two weeks.” It's one of the decisions some people never made in life. I decided to continue. It looks like me without much hair on the head if done right. I look like me with some more scars when my hands shake or I get distracted. I won't do it drunk again. The choice of tools. I found a comparably cheap solution with the “Wilkinson Xtreme 3”. It's a plastic shaver with three blades. Funny, that for the face it is not that good with me. On the head it shows it's main strength. Flexibility. If your head has edges or deep lines then using these blades properly will not only by eyesight help you. I found it a mundane yet useful moment to see that the blades adapt to the form of the head. The results show it and I get 6 for 2,99€ here in Germany in the year 2006. A personal-proper choice of gel, shaving cream, foam or soap is important, too. First don't make it sabotage the blades (some soaps, foams). They seem to get dry so quick that I get angry for having wasted money on the crap. Further even I as a pauper have a 1,45€ solution to gel with vitamin and skin beneficial stuff (or so is written upon it). Do not push the blade down forcefully while shaving, either be dexterous or concentrate to handle the shaver properly. Don't get sloppy, some scars will even be seen when you let the hair grow again. Learn to shave your face well before risking more? After shave check if you got all spots, sometimes we leave a little bush of hairs which may look weird. Skinhead Fate: The farer away your next shaving opportunity is, the more women (or else if you ain't heterosexual) will notice and tell you that you missed a spot in my experience. Many expect it to become cold in winter, yet I bought this working class beret for never needing it. The first summer will be your nemesis. The hair blocked all sun from your head for years (usually). Buy the very best sun cream or sun blocker with longest and strongest blocking factor you can get. It's a skinhead phenomena when the skin on your head has dire sunburn while the rest of your body has not the slightest problem. I am what is called “traditional skinhead” here in Germany. Skinhead as a way of life, no connection to our more known Nazi skinheads or religious ones like ancient Egypt already had them. Don't act cliché or stereotype just because you shaved your head? It's a way of haircut which is as such open to all people of all gender, all culture and most religions as far as I know and handle it.
