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fall in line, prepared to die.[break]
we will swarm, this means war.
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tord was not born tord - or even thorfrid. he was born with an overly feminine name that never did suit him, and never would. he was born something his parents never would have approved of - in various ways. and they never did. since birth he was never quite 'right' in their eyes. a gijinka, natural born somehow in their family lineage. of course, his parents were angry. how could they love and accept a child born with a tail, or horns. some kind of demon had come into their home, and they hated tord since the very first day.[break][break]
they spent two years with this weird demon of a child, one who could spit smoke at them, who's teeth were far too sharp to be normal, one who could somehow disgrace them in some way or fashion. then they replaced him - made another, one who could pass as the perfect little specimen. she was soft spoken and sweet and kind and never made a fuss - and she never had features that didn't quite pass as human. a sister, tord instantly grew fond of her, and they both grew to be close.[break][break]
she was, also, not quite right, but she hid it well. she loved her older sibling, as weird as he was, and accepted him without question no matter what their parents said or tried. tord could be open around her, and honest, and had been since they could understand each other. he hated the name he was given, the life he was given, and how much his family despised him. and she hated it too, adoring her older brother more than life itself.[break][break]
but good things were never meant to stick. he was seven, and she was gone. he didn't know why, he didn't know what happened, and never got to have closure for it all. she was suddenly in the ground, his parents hated him more, and he was all alone. they moved to a new region, to a new home, to a new life, and all that was left of his sister were pictures. she had died, and the memory of how it happened was long, long covered up.[break][break]
it wasn't so bad, though. soon after they moved, tord made friends. the best of friends. people who loved him for who he was and understood no prejudice. they knew he was weird, but so were they. he learned a new language fast, he learned how to make friends finally, he was no longer alone - no matter the pain and suffering his parents forced him to endure! tord was happy - happy for a few more years.[break][break]
stuff kept getting worse, though. good things were never meant to stick. his friends stayed by his side, the three of them incredibly close, but the abuse at home just continued to escalate. he met his father's violence and would fight children on the playground, get detention after school, shriek and thrash at his own friends. it was all he could do. as years went by, his coping got worst. alcohol, smoking, night clubs and parties, whatever he could do to manage life.[break][break]
and then, one day, one of his beloved trio of people told him the big news. he'd gotten enough money, they could all move in together, he could be free. and he got out of that house as fast as his legs could get him. the only thing of importance to bring was his little growlithe his parents allowed him, and pictures of his sister. he was seventeen and free. his parents moved back to their old region - to escape him, for all he cared - and he was finally free.[break][break]
he focused heavily on his building and tinkering and robotics- his one good coping mechanism since childhood - watching the news and following along with imum and the chaos occurring in lyeant. he wanted to help - help both sides. good people didn't deserve to die, but there's no such thing as a good person. the only good people were his three best friends, and that was it. when it all finally died down, tord set sights on a plan that could fix this whole mess. everyone was corrupt, both those seen as good and those seen as evil. he wanted to fix it.[break][break]
tord left his friends, his home, the one place he felt he belonged. he had to make it big, he had to go with his plans, no matter how long term they may be. hell, maybe he'd return one day, see how they were, catch up on good times and admit just how in love with them he was - a fact he likely would never come to terms with regardless. they wished him good luck, goodbye, and to stay safe. he kept their contact information and planned to update them as much as he could.[break][break]
life was as cruel as it had always been. his tail was a tell-tale sign he wasn't normal - most things were. no matter how much he cut his hair, the horns stayed in place - this was a fact he'd known since very small. people were cruel,
called him names, slurs, treated him like a punching bag and more. but he held his own. he had to make his start somewhere. where, though, he couldn't... quite figure out.[break][break]
tord decided he'd start where everything started - at home. this was a costly decision. upon arrival, things got worse, and worse, and worse. the abuse was too much and tord was too old now to be controlled by it. so he let his impulses speak. he murdered them both in self defense. guns were still allowed here, and he had an affinity for them, and they saved his life and ended theirs quickly.[break][break]
it doesn't matter how terrible a person is. it doesn't matter how much they harm you, or how they do it. killing someone corrupts you, ruins you, changes you. tord was afraid, his own self hatred pooling around him and devastating him in every possible way. they were gone now, for good. he was safe. but the blood on his hands became too much for him to bare. he couldn't face his own crimes like this.[break][break]
taking the knife his mother planned to use on him, he grabbed hold of his tail, and sliced it clean off.
tord ran, then. he took what he needed, abandoned the phone his friends could reach him on, left everything and staged it as a murder and abduction. he fled to lyeant, praying it was far enough that no one would search for him,
that no one would find him, that no one would stop him. pain followed him the entire way, his tail nothing but a phantom limb now. his old life nothing but a blur of fake feelings and false hope.[break][break]
lyeant... the place that spurred his ideas of fixing it all, of fixing the world. making it better, starting an uprising, and ending all the corruption. he could do this, he just needed to ignore the trauma that wracked his mind every moment. he could do it, and he could win it all.[break][break]
he needed a team - a pokemon team. it came easy, natural, to do this. it came natural to form it, to bond with them, to be close. he had an affinity for steel types - they were helpful with his hobbies, helpful with his crafting. he managed it well, he did his very best to train them. he honed in on his own gijinka abilities as well - he could hide in almost plain sight, breathe fire if he wanted, survive much better than any normal human could. all... were great advantages. his plan after this was to make it as far as he could in the leagues - anywhere, really. if he can sneak into some position of power, he could topple the world where it stood.[break][break]
he was going to make it work. his ambitions were greater than he could ever explain or hope, but if he kept his head together, he knew he could do it. he could rise to the top of this world and rule it how it should be ruled. tord knew with every ounce of his being - he was going to achieve it.
we found a reason to die
tord was not born tord - or even thorfrid. he was born with an overly feminine name that never did suit him, and never would. he was born something his parents never would have approved of - in various ways. and they never did. since birth he was never quite 'right' in their eyes. a gijinka, natural born somehow in their family lineage. of course, his parents were angry. how could they love and accept a child born with a tail, or horns. some kind of demon had come into their home, and they hated tord since the very first day.[break][break]
they spent two years with this weird demon of a child, one who could spit smoke at them, who's teeth were far too sharp to be normal, one who could somehow disgrace them in some way or fashion. then they replaced him - made another, one who could pass as the perfect little specimen. she was soft spoken and sweet and kind and never made a fuss - and she never had features that didn't quite pass as human. a sister, tord instantly grew fond of her, and they both grew to be close.[break][break]
she was, also, not quite right, but she hid it well. she loved her older sibling, as weird as he was, and accepted him without question no matter what their parents said or tried. tord could be open around her, and honest, and had been since they could understand each other. he hated the name he was given, the life he was given, and how much his family despised him. and she hated it too, adoring her older brother more than life itself.[break][break]
but good things were never meant to stick. he was seven, and she was gone. he didn't know why, he didn't know what happened, and never got to have closure for it all. she was suddenly in the ground, his parents hated him more, and he was all alone. they moved to a new region, to a new home, to a new life, and all that was left of his sister were pictures. she had died, and the memory of how it happened was long, long covered up.[break][break]
that's the reason we lived
it wasn't so bad, though. soon after they moved, tord made friends. the best of friends. people who loved him for who he was and understood no prejudice. they knew he was weird, but so were they. he learned a new language fast, he learned how to make friends finally, he was no longer alone - no matter the pain and suffering his parents forced him to endure! tord was happy - happy for a few more years.[break][break]
stuff kept getting worse, though. good things were never meant to stick. his friends stayed by his side, the three of them incredibly close, but the abuse at home just continued to escalate. he met his father's violence and would fight children on the playground, get detention after school, shriek and thrash at his own friends. it was all he could do. as years went by, his coping got worst. alcohol, smoking, night clubs and parties, whatever he could do to manage life.[break][break]
and then, one day, one of his beloved trio of people told him the big news. he'd gotten enough money, they could all move in together, he could be free. and he got out of that house as fast as his legs could get him. the only thing of importance to bring was his little growlithe his parents allowed him, and pictures of his sister. he was seventeen and free. his parents moved back to their old region - to escape him, for all he cared - and he was finally free.[break][break]
he focused heavily on his building and tinkering and robotics- his one good coping mechanism since childhood - watching the news and following along with imum and the chaos occurring in lyeant. he wanted to help - help both sides. good people didn't deserve to die, but there's no such thing as a good person. the only good people were his three best friends, and that was it. when it all finally died down, tord set sights on a plan that could fix this whole mess. everyone was corrupt, both those seen as good and those seen as evil. he wanted to fix it.[break][break]
and they will never forget
tord left his friends, his home, the one place he felt he belonged. he had to make it big, he had to go with his plans, no matter how long term they may be. hell, maybe he'd return one day, see how they were, catch up on good times and admit just how in love with them he was - a fact he likely would never come to terms with regardless. they wished him good luck, goodbye, and to stay safe. he kept their contact information and planned to update them as much as he could.[break][break]
life was as cruel as it had always been. his tail was a tell-tale sign he wasn't normal - most things were. no matter how much he cut his hair, the horns stayed in place - this was a fact he'd known since very small. people were cruel,
called him names, slurs, treated him like a punching bag and more. but he held his own. he had to make his start somewhere. where, though, he couldn't... quite figure out.[break][break]
tord decided he'd start where everything started - at home. this was a costly decision. upon arrival, things got worse, and worse, and worse. the abuse was too much and tord was too old now to be controlled by it. so he let his impulses speak. he murdered them both in self defense. guns were still allowed here, and he had an affinity for them, and they saved his life and ended theirs quickly.[break][break]
it doesn't matter how terrible a person is. it doesn't matter how much they harm you, or how they do it. killing someone corrupts you, ruins you, changes you. tord was afraid, his own self hatred pooling around him and devastating him in every possible way. they were gone now, for good. he was safe. but the blood on his hands became too much for him to bare. he couldn't face his own crimes like this.[break][break]
taking the knife his mother planned to use on him, he grabbed hold of his tail, and sliced it clean off.
we will never forgive.
tord ran, then. he took what he needed, abandoned the phone his friends could reach him on, left everything and staged it as a murder and abduction. he fled to lyeant, praying it was far enough that no one would search for him,
that no one would find him, that no one would stop him. pain followed him the entire way, his tail nothing but a phantom limb now. his old life nothing but a blur of fake feelings and false hope.[break][break]
lyeant... the place that spurred his ideas of fixing it all, of fixing the world. making it better, starting an uprising, and ending all the corruption. he could do this, he just needed to ignore the trauma that wracked his mind every moment. he could do it, and he could win it all.[break][break]
he needed a team - a pokemon team. it came easy, natural, to do this. it came natural to form it, to bond with them, to be close. he had an affinity for steel types - they were helpful with his hobbies, helpful with his crafting. he managed it well, he did his very best to train them. he honed in on his own gijinka abilities as well - he could hide in almost plain sight, breathe fire if he wanted, survive much better than any normal human could. all... were great advantages. his plan after this was to make it as far as he could in the leagues - anywhere, really. if he can sneak into some position of power, he could topple the world where it stood.[break][break]
he was going to make it work. his ambitions were greater than he could ever explain or hope, but if he kept his head together, he knew he could do it. he could rise to the top of this world and rule it how it should be ruled. tord knew with every ounce of his being - he was going to achieve it.
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there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
>>> TL;DR
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2
lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
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