Let me go deeper and expand the power for this mission, my senses need a brain & body massage, first I will stand up and walk pass onto the river in a steamy part where the rocks above hung with crystals that as tears have stood in the unknown holding them selfs without being recognised by Kings who would pay for them or Pirates, their treasure in here it har an immortal value, a value mortals could not coins with, everything that happen in this cave out the underworld would an infinite spell, this is what makes them more unique for me to be here and a few fellow Gods, and "entre nous" between us, some sexy minds I had never imagine would pass along this river. It was an other day to dive in, separating my self from all the hells and heavens, where the winds narrows the afterwork math in simplicity and reframes it back right in the Centre of the self where nothing and everything resides and the master skill of any emerges as resurrection from so many life's and pains who would not surrender till one an other understands to become one body. It was more as after the great orgasm.
Aeacus, Ramdhanthys and Minos de second, would seat in a rock near the shore and admire the values the social instinct dominates with, they would pass cards, envelops and signature to papers for the values that shall be extended, they would never change the structures of the laws stablished from the Greek Civilisation but would build upon them.
It was a majestic scenario for pure insight and inspiration, where you could stick to a problem for a long time till you would find a solution, after 20 minutes my body floated bathing, my years under the water could listen then to the waves and the vibration too from the 3 Judges of the Judgement Plain. They knew I was the Goddess of this Underworld's river and had birth Olympian Warrior Gods to side Zeus in his battles, but they sight to the side as if I was a filthy lower class Nymph who was just a carrier. For a second could sense my body being shaped by the judgement of them slaying eyes, I was about to raise out and walk to them to show them the shape of my clit with a last breath and they knew Death would be their mark if they had forgotten who was the lips of the Binding Oath, for every promised was said will be the ultimate and no other for the amounts of lives given in it. They shaken them heads to the wake with out moving them as hypocrites and silenced, as they turned the papers, and above them, seem to look at my floating body doing nothing, abstracting, dived in deep though too and listened to the waves I was trying to listen.
In that moment we became, what the buddhist monks call "The witness" so we listened to the universe, and heard the sound of the planets orbiting at the same time, an interweaving net of variants of particles too anticipating informations from the sun as in parallel galaxies too showed with a new light. In this game the strongest Dynamo to listen had more drive for the other to see and feel the senses, opening the mind. I could elevate my body in each wave, and slide curving down as a snake as the waving movement had let go into an other, continuously forming an expansive path. I wished them to see something more then my body, and drive it to conquer them answers.
Aeacus was the son of Zeus and Europa, when he was a child he was taken to an Island away from his parents anger, I knew everything that surrounded water and Rage so, in a way, I had nourished his babyhood till adulthood in my own myth. I would sing him lullabies at night with sweet & jolly metaphors of Human Hatred and powerful dominion, after all his mother Europa was among humans before she meet Zeus. And them babies was to grow up and become an important judge in the Underworld, after being King among mortals and be known for his fine commune sense and judgement. He had never seeing my body, but in his sorrow nights where I would hug him after covering his noble loneliness, he became alone to be all one and would bring me hope for a better tomorrow.
To fear others, to trust no one. He would still rule with his Judgements along the newly dead, if they go to paradise or which hell, but as he seated that day at the mids of the Universe, he could see my body holding, now holding him in an other way, he could not understand way he could not touch me. So he imagined, that impulse far out would bring him back to the main problem, ruling down on others in the plain of judgement. They could not understand how to turn the page, how to evolve and make a better law system, for a better economical growth, after all, all we need it in Hades was to have more coins, tax payers and less lost souls.
But my river had something they adored besides the shape of a naked Dark Nymph, they had my Lost Souls, and their waves was build down on them and in them impulse to be driven out and in at any hell and cell of it, without them, the system would not cycle, they would have to create a new Eco Friendly Energy Wave to let this Body Role without showing so much anger and repression. Those faces sink down, one after the other, as repeated days of a lifeless soul who had not even a hell to reason for. The 3 Judges looked closer in them statistics file. From every 100 of my last souls there was a genius about to be born, and from every 100 about to be born, there was one who will return to life and out a 100 of them, many would die and have a mutant life, but out of 10 by 100, taking one, there was one I'd polish till last breath in my waves that I'd let never die to succeed and make this machine bring plenty of gold coins. He would come dress as a Hero, or any one, but his work would be immortalised and used years past, centuries to millenniums, creating a profit it self the cycle of momentums.
As I floated all relaxed my arms extended as I hugged the waters of the river Styx bathing me and hugging my Lost Souls with protectiveness, inspire them to suffer with them last breath, to try have an other breath again, because something will come out, something good is deep down in here, ready for me to be polished. Listen to them moans and shouts, the waves mortified the passengers on Charon's boat, raising them hands up shouting out reacting pity. "Help me, help" Nostalgic for not having a whole life, nor even a total death between boundaries.
As Eacus had help to build the wall of Troy, and seated today in this rock, lets remember how is being said that his ancestors will help it destroy it, and Achilles became his grandson, indeed, there are other cultures and Kings of God's, as the one of Shiva, God of the Creation and Destruction. He knew that the rules he had governed with, and structured him, his past and future, would have to be destroyed, left aside in order to open wide a new connection to breath out. In this way, and in the other way, he thought over and over wondering that maybe if he had a better state of affairs, he would do it him self. But he had to talk it over with the other two Judges, they did not need a parliament or an extravagant protocol, they will need both.
He leaned and pretended to read one of the documents as if he had written what he was reading loud and said with a disturbing view before the sound, focusing his nose. "We have come here today to celebrate a new law, investigating the truth would lead us to the fact of that we know, but leaving a case with out evidence because we know it would be taken lost with the diving river, and millions will die with out becoming a genius, so this is the plan..." He diped his finger on his mouth and turned page. "...The Unmentionables shall make a story and be qualified to find a solution before it, for them own locality without being granted any Charon coins, but if the solutions helps other lost souls, we will place a 99% for his 1% work as an image of collaborative impulse to build a chain cascade of coins down the system for the raise of Lost Souls. Liberating a grant scale of numbers, where work is not because of an accident or an inflicted cause of pain for not being able to pay Charon, but a different way to work it out for remuneration."
The other two judges seem to consider the situation with a fine brave shake of hands but Minos the Second was not fully into it and said, "Watching naked nymphs shall be illegal an less they give a job to it."
At this moment I was way too far walking down the other side of the river and my dripping water perfumed the winds as wine inside a testing cup.
"Those are the unmentionable Laws, the most dominant mystery shall win for those who know them all." Radhamantus said, waiting for a casting vote.
The dark Lord J Misos Orcus was sitting in deep contemplation within his holy shrine at the center of Atlantis. Like so many times before he was preparing his mind and body for war. At this point his thoughtful meditations were directed at calming his inner rage so when engaged in war he would be free of the distractions of passions and thoughts and actions would be as one. While rage and hate had served this powerful warlord in battle, true mastery and power come from first mastering oneself. Only by free one from emotion could one harness the inner powers they offered and use them like a weapon to strike down one′s foe with ruthless and quick efficiency.
As he sat relaxed with his eyes closed his consciousness was ever shifted to the floating crystal skull that served as the focus for his meditations and the heart of all things Atlantis. This crystalline structure that floated freely and effortlessly help to anchor Atlantis to this reality. The simple fact was “Atlantis” was the name for the “location” of singularity that spawned the entire universe. As such Atlantis is said to touch every point in existence both in time and space. With Misos consciousness focused as such he could feel the will of the entire cosmos manifested as an awareness in his own being.
While concentrating as thus he could feels slight aberration in the cosmos not to his liking. His wife, his lover, his second half, the equally powerful Empress Nyghtwolfe was not on this plane of existence. Reflexively this thought entered the dark lords mind and grew unto a point of obsessive interest consuming every thought and fiber of the dark lords being. Misos mind began to race and reach out across time and space, beyond he rifts of reality looking with single-minded obsessiveness for the location of his beloved wife Nyghtwolfe. It was with a bit of bewilderment when he fond her to not be in this reality at all but instead nested in a pocket universe that currently contained the essence of the Goddess Styx.
With an over whelming cascade of interest and an overwhelming longing to know the perception of the dark lord shifted to this pocket universe and began to focus on the events unfolding around his wife.
The Dark goddess would not stereotype anyone with a judgmental observation from the synapse of psychology as Skrella brought the files in. In a near state of tediousness, her fingers mingled to the curve of her lower back and caressed upwards towards her neck in a massaging caress to soften the tension of deep thought. With a roll of her shoulders, producing an audible crunch at the joints, she shook wild her long ebony hair while the Universe was flowing through her deep obscurity of contemplative and tranquil understanding. The genetic mutation of her bestial self was awakening to the memory of her past live as the tainted goddess Artemis. Her two personalities would reunite for transmutation. Nyghtwolfe censored her body as it began to transform into a winged fiend. Her shoulder-blades split wide as two black wings unfolded outwards in a lazy stretch to surround her feet in a semi circle, and she stood quiet regent as the Very Goddess of the Empire of Darkness. Her wings fluttered down to become a sleek leather cape that rustled softly with each paced step as she listened to the babble of information.
Her onyx eyes sparkled in multiple facets, with variable flecks of color. Styx′s rampart mind was causing a whirlwind of random unstableness in the planetary weather in this year of 2,232, that made her feel like a thousand mosquitoes were biting into her hot skin. With an assertive force, Nyghtwolfe moved walking towards Skrella and snatched her files from outstretched hands. She listened with mild amusement to the various classifications of Styx’s personality profile, however she knew better than anyone that these same traits of Rage and passive aggressiveness could be found in each and every person who ever existed in the Earth. Nyghtwofe growled in soft quietude of antipathy as her eyes scoured over the contents of the files.
All of these traits; to which some people endorse openly to the public view, while simultaneously burying other less desirable traits deep into submissiveness. The superficial pleasure of Dominion was to either conform to the status quo, or to rebel from authority. Nevertheless, each person was fully capable of awakening them, or putting to rest by their own satisfaction or self-sabotaging choice of willpower. These moral code of conduct were forged by past influences of events, both good and bad throughout their lives. However, the overabundance of negative emotions made them seem unbalanced to scientific observation, producing the last 2 centuries of analysts and experimentalists with a need to adjust the brain with a heavy doses of chemical medication. Their goal was to force a utopian consciousness in everyone, regardless of free thought and will. The Pineal gland of humankind was being sedated to a non-functional organ. Their connectivity to the Universe as One, was becoming numbed out by the overuse of prescription drugs. The psychologists who wrote these files were fools to label the stronger personality traits as being solely prominent in their classification. Nyghtwolfe intense musings became interrupted as Misos suddenly strutted into the room with a musical chord of armor chinking in each heavy footfall. Her admiring eyes dilated with the pheromone attraction. She bristled with extreme blissfulness by his mere presence in the room. How she longed to rush into his arms and passionately sink her fangs deep into his throat to taste the sweet essence of his being. The thought salivated an orgasmic response that quickened her blood. Nyghtwolfe however refrained from acting out her thoughts, as this was an inappropriate time for hostile sex. But most certainly later she would dominate his manly needs and intimate desires. Misos was now manifested in the physical form through hand avatar projected into this reality. Seeing his wife look at him with longing and lustful eyes was more then enough to entice great passion into this man-monster Misos Orcus. As she looked at his powerful body and smiled ever so slightly at him he could feel his passions grow deep with an instinctual animalistic desires. He growled lustfully at her as he him self studied her body desiring to be with her. He could feel their passionate thoughts reach out for the other and he had to force himself to stand still fighting the natural motion of his body that wanted to flow to and into his wife like a river flowing down stream into a great lake. Their would be time enough for passion when the dark couple learned what the designs were of Styx to have summon them thus.
Misos clenched his fists focusing on the discussion at hand. While he had discovered his perfect place of balance with his love and his wife the vast majority of the universe lack a completeness and hungered for answers. While the flow of energy with in the universe was taken for granted by the gods of Atlantis, other beings did not always understand the way will flowed out wards and inwards, the way chaos took form and created order to help enlighten the masses and evolve their understandings of reality. Sadly there were those who did not understand the flow of energies and the evolution of experience. These beings resisted their own enlightenment and tried to direct the energy of others to themselves while forcing their perception further away from the every growing cosmic insight. Misos searched for the words to express this unfortunate reality. Misos spoke in a deep voice, adding to the flavor of Skrella′s discussion, "Our TAK Sci-Freaks of Doctored Astronomical and Genetic codification surmised that a thin line was at the verge of being crossed in a disastrous result that would only cause more addictive dependency, and we had to cease further exploitation of modification. Any undesirable traits would predominate in an outrage of criminal behavior if repressed from their original freedom of choice; as defined by the cells, the protons in our DNA. These negative attributes had existed of its own historical repetition along countless generations, embedded itself deep into future sub-consciousness.
The various Religious sects did effectively modify and changed the code of worldwide understanding with a temporary achievement. But they gained this by enforcing Godly Fear, which was the root of all ignorance that stemmed from it, eventually manifesting Evil as the counter balance. We discovered during our experiments that they could not repress malevolence thoughts fully, or replace them with more favorable behavior. Their devoted priests were corrupted by sexual fantasies, not of the virtual reality. Only the poor would eat from Monsanto while the road of Hatred would be paved like a disease among society." Nyghtwolfe realized that the Future was the only direction to travel, in order to reset the balance. The less dominate alter-egos that were controlled by peer pressure and social ineptness, had resulted in adding confusion to one′s sense of self purpose, intensifying erratic mood swings. The progressive evolution of the brain continued to show resistance in the range of the nervous system as Styx′s entire body was convulsing on the metal table. We had stop our conversation for a while to study her with profound interest. After-which, Nyghtwolfe breathed out a defiant sigh but kept silent her more rational thinking on this topic. There was nothing left to be said. Her steamy intrusion of thoughts about Misos being unclothed beneath her aggressive passion, went unsatisfied. She averted her eyes from Styx′s quivering form with a quiet humph of detachment. During this point of mutual silence, Misos resumed his agenda with a critical air of utter importance. The ear device that he wore, blinked with frequency as he commanded his army to be vigilance and coordinate in their preparations. There was no room for careless mistake during this campaign. He subordinated to Namor at the console to unify a position of satellites on all the coast of the orbits. They would not change position until the word was go. The Navigation into space maneuver at central stations for alertness as spaceships was being launched for a rendezvous for a battle. The Blue Light pulsed its hypnotic hum from the center of the earth. Over the nebular clouds of the milky-way and beyond, from the elite of the world to the players of me, the dice rolled in simultaneous mathematics. Reading signals that was being send from Earth with a Global synchronicity, from the past to the future. Misos knew they would be going under Attack if not fronted with discretion, they had the capacity of ultimate power as they was manipulating with, in Styx′s trance, to alter the spiritual alignment of the worlds. Dreams of the humans moved in alternated stimulus as the Operation Sedna was declared a Go to proceed. Here everything was being taken over, the past in the world with the Gods and Against them was continuing with the precision timing and decision.
The suppressed Planet Sedna was tighten with a short breath by the lack of Oxygen, Styx moved her hands with a shaking pain. Anyone could tell by how her bones contorted her joints in frozen spasms, her planet had more than a sickness; a syndrome that not only affected her, but the worlds, repressed as if to not touch nor control, create, manipulate. Or feel the intense range of her rage. When everything was under control and in the pit of his eye, Misos exited promptly to the study room. The console was locked and the premeditated ejaculation of sequence was to be transferred before the expected time Vita and his company would arrive. Nyghwolfe was no longer in analysis to the outdated psychological material, and was open to the changes. She nodded her readiness to Misos with Imperial eyes stealthily raping him in her mind thoughts. Misos walked in the room, letting the Galaxy become Open, the entire Universe was not suppressed for he was the chosen to let go the Multi-Universal laws of free energy. He extend it his hands and all of his extremities uploading and downloading the radiant energy of his ego; the center of his power, to the erotic delight of all those viewing his magnificence within the room.
In complete silent concentration, Misos relayed his message along to the others, as the chemical Injections was syringed into Styx. All the while the dark goddess was subtracting and abstracting the molecular bits of DNA to generate a propulsion within the River Goddess, launching her chronological energy into space. Misos spoke with the strong confidence of ancient wisdom, "The hatred of the world was already lurking in the hearts of mankind, long ago, dating back from the first Adam towards the knowledge of universal creation. The hands of time is forever evolving, changing, and mutating us into a social hive of communal consciousness that must align with the everlasting maternal womb of Eve to free mankind from its self-destructive tendencies."
Nyghwolfe let the matter drop uncontested as Skrella could not carry on with her own hypothesizes of the 9 character types. Even as her gaze continued to caress the masculine form of her husband, she wished Skrella would conclude it to be a clear case of misdiagnosis by superior thinkers, " Bah! Let them geniuses think what they want if it helps them to better accept the similarities and differences of the misfits of society. The fact remained that inwardly, a sociopath is not much different than a church choir preacher. It all depended on the severity, or mildness of external influences that made the real distinction between criminal and saint." The Dark goddess suspected that Styx′s burying of the hateful past would prove this concept to be accurate. A fresh diagnosis was to identify her syndrome of mental dysfunction; as she was trapped like all the others in a wave of ignorant hatefulness by the "Me Vs Not Me" egocentricity that was common among most people. Long ago, Nyghtwolfe had tapped into the matrix of unrefined thought to which everyone was connected by their psychic energy. This thread of connectivity had been frayed and twisted by centuries of religious branches and sub-branches of doctrine that would exploit the Unity of One Consciousness, out of context to benefit the wallets of the corrupt ministry of the Church.
Lost in her own abstracted thoughts, Nyghwolfe would pay no further attention to the remainder of Skrella’s ramblings, which had gone into perverted over time with the goddess of Hatred, impairing the vision of the future to her. She knew well the dark thoughts of the kindly humanitarian, as she also did the benevolent thoughts of the serial killer, the justification of blood, of darkness, and Rage, that was flowing with soothing indulgence to the brain cells of future generations. Repressed with the discretion of medical drugs, warping the sordid perversions of the past to not open the unborn hearts in the world of Hate, Power and Sex.
The mastery could only be open for those who had the key to unlock its secret. The past contained way too much-suppressed rage, destroying the mental capacity of children as well. With absolute power of her own authority of knowledge, Nyghtwolfe had raise her hand and released the endorphins of her chemical imbalance. Her palm opened with an Alchemical touch of Magic in the air to heal, Misos at the other side promoted the operation. All those with excessive gluttony and greed began to inflate themselves with the concentrated self-hatred, digesting their own negative energy. Soon very Soon, the Past will enter Perfection as a whole.
From Icarious Death on the 9th Hell on the River of Ameles Potamos (Unmindfulness)
From Icarious
Death on the 9th Hell
on the River of Ameles Potamos (Unmindfulness)
Charon is the Souls of the last breath given an Immortality of ,Power over souls among the infernal gates.. Vuolsi così colà dove si puote, meaning "So it is wanted there where the power lies ". Indicate how laws of punishment of the last judgement of souls of our given mercy of penalty among judge of dissolution,Sinful .
The circles are concentric, representing a gradual increase in wickedness, degeneracy and culminating at the centre of the earth. and cessation of the Son an empress with hostiles of grief and Sarrow of his last final judgment. commission be kept primitive societies entered into, in order to keep and they must be disarmed and prevented from doing evil. The circles of an Infernio is kept on the dead of Charon.first three hells of gates These three types of sin, one self-indulgent . ) for the self-indulgent sins, Circles 6 and 7 for the violent sins, and Circles 8 and 9 for the malicious sins. The sins may also be split into sins of incontinence (upper hell), named so because of their passionate and uncontrolled nature, and sins of malice (lower hell), where the sins are premeditate
: Asphodel Meadows "came to the Meadow of Asphodel where abide the souls and phantoms of those whose work is done an foggy place the sun never shines the darkest of all now in swarms, unable to speak unless animated by the blood of the animals he slays. Without blood they are witless, without activity, without pleasure and without future.. I being dead among the clit of rivers among my best friend Styx taking my soul my body and the last of his existence. She in deed held the key to his immortality of reincarnation of a new births. Now learning the skills of the undead being a graveyard over his tombs.dyeing in able to hold on to you′re desires, you may be killed, but tell me Iky how did it feel?"
"Really you ask me?′"..Set A Firm kiss on Styx has it may be the only lips he Endured upon".the death of mist. On that Sincerely Sweethearts, I can simply tell you.. She may be Save her lovers life.
Unconsenting of willing of freedoms Rebellion of Royalty , Sacrification Death of Solomon, Sympathy′s of selfish ness Wasn′t for power the wraith of pain ..the sadness, the loneliness the temptations of an Eternals marriage. Family. Break the grounds control his own wickedness Standing the woman set admiration too his violet eyes spoken thee and lifeless, standing upon the five rivers of the underworld seeing Lethe upon my line of breaths.. Fates prepare to cut his Thread of Life. Entering his soul. Following the caves of Ameles potamos (river of unmindfulness).
From the angle of the circuits to the eclipsed horizons, the changes variated according to the objects of interest and points of value and view. Observing the men to transit across, for a chance, occultation, to confirm that one of the dark has moved faster then the shadows, my waters guarded the souls and broad him to drink from it.
"Welcome to the Garden of Torture"
Awake and vigilant, and then, unlikely to have enough fuel to accelerate to near him, walked slaying his mind, perhaps to move over his skin and beyond real, let his sweaty spirit cover me wholly, saying the plan aloud the river would not function to the reasonable aspect of business to trade with, when he had hardly though it through clearly himself, made it seem both more real and strangely beyond real.
"Let it drip with measurement, trying to glean with supernanutal intuition what could not be seen, would stop me from wanting more. I like the body, the sinful movements and grotesque savage impulse of the touchable mixtures, with hardcore sounds to trade the souls with."
He shall pull out the remotes and tell me what has he to trade with TAK "Atlantis has send me to find what your Imagination Turns to Make Real!" The experience would replay the innermost with nothing no one could detect, appreciating the time with remote control will dictate the values growth, at this, nodded at him to follow his dreams in the trade as I would have walk further with him, but waited for his move. "Warriors, I would Like to have your Trade of Warriors, confrontational, shameless, daring and unstoppable! Impulsive and strategically with murdering patience" If there was a Ministry of War under this circumstances, they would have to learn from it, ordering motions to the regular. "Approximately fourteen million warriors to make a Trade and Lasting Alliance with TAK." Smirked with a graphical demon figure all across my body who granted me fever out a hot breath, "We will have them, even if we would have to war you and all your allies." That for the expression grimed with refined instinct and gained exhaustion, I continued the dense water of hatefulness to continue its curse. "Come on."
Keeping an eye out the shadows, it became of no worry, he would achieve an expanded sphere out his mind, to see the multiple variants who withdrawn the business and wars on the periphery in the otherwise empty quarters, in the plans to conquer with a nasty evidence of empowering past sins. "If I let you find the tunnels and passages, the streams in the Darkness of the Universe along it;s orbits, the currency of the money for more rage and power, the builders and planners, who wait for execution, you would follow me with those warriors, executive warriors I'll hire!"
My Binding Oath to Pallas and LCP before Hades and Olympus.
To every role player who has sacrifice their hours and years, 10 years, 8 years and 5 years. Not only for the joy and addiction but the believe of a new method.
Is just very difficult in relation to everything had always love the IED, but Styx loves to play the river and I need to God mode get psychedelic with the natures and have mistakes because will get a retardation with perfection when I need to flip out and speed the Stygian Imagination, then I also love Atlantis before TAK was discovered KOH and friend NW with LCP Atlantis, after that Misos just rose out, and even before was choose from those to Atlantis, I still feel Styx does not fit to it this for I cant be a TAK.
Could never play Queen of France either as much had love the King, and less an Empress because this character could never gather those qualities to maintain people calm and safe. Did surround with other characters the sense of love and unity, but Styx is rage divine or deadly. Will remain as it's Ministry to War and just to come out for Titan Wars and if RP gets back as it used to be will luckily pick last breaths.
Family SL and husband is not of mine but I need my partner Pallas, is very Difficult to find a Husband to play this role, he has to take and give the most hateful relationship of cruel discipline either way as miserable sensations before death can be and after, wont name now at every Last Breath of his Craft, now he is God of Craft. And ask only Zero Romance, Zero Love, Zero Gracious friendliness. Yes, appreciate to be loved as Hatred and a Binding Oath, and not a masochist but Psychologically speaking let me share the Myth of Pallas, now, this is the reason way some men like their own daughters or a younger woman, and is described in this Myth, such powerful dominant woman who is stuck as a Binding Oath to the letter, finds more wisdom and Virgin like love from the admiration of what he truly desires out a woman, in admiring him as a Dad, a God, something his wife does not as a partner, to balance in his daughter. NIKE = PALLAS ATHENA
Styx cant do Hades Realm again, in some months or year maybe help the Hades Map rotate. But I will be very busy behind a military discipline and interface.
Appreciate you read this, because the 6 Room will be build, Pallas has to be interactive and trusting to his Higher Hierarchy and delegate with all the craft of direction for lapses of every 3 months. In the future we will attack other domains and play 100% war, the Military is being played to skill them players learnings and every Masters is a Disciple to the other, had seeing little evolution on this from all, but as we play little, big, left and right and have known each other for a long time, hope the loyalty remains from the foundation of Role Play to the world.
We will help Reestablish the Map, we will work much and have fun, will ask to Honor Agamemnon if you are a man, had honor and forgiven many woman in order to keep the whole. It's fine to accept someone has the Warrior Skills of an Emperor too as Misos, and as dicks as man can be to be leaders lets help the Empire move on, because Im sick and tired of stupidities of whose dick is whose pussy and what ever my sisi said because of some Queen or other, or Im God not Him. I think most of us did pass that Era, We could pass the Gobbling Green, this letter is just for Order and premeditation, speaking for all.
You may have figure it out what games to do, what characters to do, there is such a bast Universe of Imagination and composing with friends and enemies just as me, little or as little I have known, more.
And there is some matters that go around my mind not solved, yet have figure out a few that may describe because is being many years and much stories have being held.
1_ One of the greatest gift to be in Role Play is to understand the Psychology, Movement among characters and situations to work with strategic planing, this helps much in real life, if you like to conform your self in this world, is not just having talent, is not just studding, reading, opening your mind. Is not just having a certain image but there are much tendencies you learn here that may live your world amaze and the first is to remain in Character, noble to the line what ever the other brings accept it and flow with it.
2_ It does not matter how many characters you have to make up a Kingdom or group, it matters most to write with an other who responds, totally, yes it is truth one needs to explore within many characters. As a writer one of the most important parts you come here is to re-invent characters and keep studying. Have seeing along the years how the same writers plays the same charactherisics in every character they build, and of course it conclude to the same stories, it turns with the same drama. Again Opening your mind to experience, what so ever, is the greatest. If a Friend asks you to go inside the Ocean, go to the library and get books about it, each Legion has a totally different school of words, so getting rich with it it expand your own fun. If is a Tyrant, get involve fully with it better then I in this who surpasses me is Aggamemon and Memnock and place it in order of being older in the game. I cant compare here who is more evil, now it can be an Insult too, lol. If you got a play the opposite sex, remember all those people what you liked, observed what you did not like and seat inside them and involve your self fully to do as it's. Man are not emotional, they describe very well what they do, Is nothing more horrible and pathetic then to see a Male Character acting like a woman, when not even the Gay community act as such (in general, believe they are superior in class to form them own identity, where some go extreme) but try. If is a girl, if is an Older, if is a monster, read.
3_Mistakes, Im the number one in mistakes, and wont tell you the reasons, my best friends know, but if it was not for my Mistakes, to aloud my self to flow, I would not have conquer what was coming and would not have being seduce either. Yes, there are perfectionist out there, but if you listen carefully, they cut them selfs so much as others, and them writings gets boring too, because they do not risk to surpass the limitations of them minds, they are too afraid "to loose it" so control, is not a better asset then having mistakes, as long you wish to learn and better your self. I do believe in Growth and Expansion and Mistakes do not exist for the artist. Yes, we need a reasonable mind, but this world is being build already, the rules have being work already, is time to flow with them, they will remain as part of your instinct. But, you do not need to force what you already know, braking through, whether it feels a Limbo, an Abyss, Pain, Hate (my favourite) what ever it is use it in your favour, we have an Intelligence Emotional Piano to play all its tabs, let it sound. If if sounds to you wile writing it, trust it will in others. This is not a place to come to be perfect, out there in the real world, maybe yes. But here we learn how to be in Character.
4_Differences, is very important to defer what your characters are worthy for, and also work the imporntace of the Scenario, now each is so different, this will make it reacher. You cant place acts for some Roles, so try to be as tight and rigours to each of the definitions that your character is being build on. Ok, had played Hatred with Styx, my main character for all this years, and are taking a brake from it in 2015, that may come up some time, now I'm being ask for. But, have come to remodel the path of the Myth of Styx, now each character has its contra-part and is Divine Rage, so how to use it? Where? With whom? Styx does what she has to do, is her job. Each Toy of yours has its Power, so this fundamental program inside the system of believe that builds and constitutes the meaning and porpoise of your character, cant be changed. Use in an other.
5_Evil Characters, Ladies & Gentleman, there are two things that main to this tribute, now this are the most difficult characters to play, and please, every story needs an Evil Character. Seeing a Good Queen turning Evil, is the worst thing a Group of writers, Kingdom could have. Not even for the Kingdom of Hell, Evil Character comes to destroy, kill, damage your brains, so use them in behalf of your Goodness, and the most important things to understand between good and bad, is that good always has to win, always, no matter if the King or Queen are Mainly Evil, they will always act good for them Kingdom and use it for "a good reason", being true Evil takes two good definitions, You have to be fun, there is nothing more boring then an evil character that is boring, it has to have a surrounding of mystery, always a question way this Evil Character has come to do this, always a hidden Mystery Clue. And it has to have some tender point of Humour, no matter in its narcissists, or in his frustration, or perfectionism, in it's really ugly behind everything, or is too Intelligent, Has an Other Education, its grandioseness, or is macabrely shy and introverted, remember always it seeks for attention and vengefulness and power in the grown ways, so it has to look fun, no matter how serious and fearful it becomes. People are reading or may respond, so you must keep some certain seductive part to the other, is not only about you, include the other, if is too hateful, it has to like something for the other, even it is it's weakness, the other has to respond, so you cant be 100% Evil, other ways the other will die, or froze, let it breath to the other side to cause Magnetism. You must respect Good Characters too, and even other Evil ones too.
6_ One of the Top 666, is to play with the 777, so forgiveness and compassion over your self and among your friends is key 1 from zero to maintain a group and friendship. All this is fiction, so even we put our souls to it, remember this is a work in progress. We don't come here to make real life friends or problems, we already got much work there. We come here to have patterns for life. So, I have, if you must forgive your friend has friends you don't like, accept it, like kids to, just to play again. Forgiveness and understanding is the Gift to making a horrible story ones more, this time better.
7_Words, we have so much words, lets use them, my father as a writer had many books around him, he would open its pages by titles and themes, and choose certain pages for that he was specifically writing, so he had find inspiration there for what he wanted to say from the beyond, from the past, form the great masters, it was not borrowed words as he said, we are all a flowing tribute to composing words and meanings together, and each has being used for minelayers, centuries for a reason, for a reason in some parts in history this words have stop also. But it is your soul who needs to understand this words and use them. Being a liner some times is cool too, to be minimalist, to be getto, to be in peace with what ever and dive into it with all your totality, eat words, nourish from words, read from the best always and try to write the ones you admire back, who inspires you do not conform your self with just codes. That is very Important too for the New Era, but how will you read codes, if you do not study all the words, feels them see them program, where they come from how they are composing, for some is easy, they was born like that. I had ask "How do you do it?" and the responsive was not write, I was not satisfied with the answer, it was not just his background feeling of depth to push out, I think it was something more to it, a brilliant mind who got the best to give the best of it.
8_Monologues, that is better then nothing, but this is role play, you got to do maintenance to the field, sometimes no one satisfied you, the best are away or doing things you don't like how they manage, but what the heck, then they Hate you because they did not listen to my warning, my warning was not to know more, every one has a story, but you must feel for all others and always create order and space for the other creative manifest, no one is truly the director, this is role play, Yes it needs Direction and in many ways it words. Writers Envy destroy all, every Best one wishes to be the owner of the Theme and every one around them, This is role play, many have achieve to level up together, but will tell you not many have maintain it, my success is being involving every one in the group and producing no drama inside your group only with the other side. But Drama is an important Key, we need to find clues, we need solutions with in one group, we need to confront the opposite of the balance and be honest not matter how cruel, hostile, remain elegant and aware in what dimension your writing is heading. Monologues can help to warm up, to call for other writers, monologues are better then nothing, but it wont make it. This is Role Play, I write some times every were with all my group of friends, and all my work is to try in not falling into monologues, seem to keep moving, add others to the story, what means truly to you, be shameless. Never do monologues just for your self, try to discover and intrigue your self for your friends. You are not alone, and this is the true richness of role play.
9_Always Respond, those who don't, are weak, yes, some think that don't responding is because they are so busy and reach, no, actually they are afraid of being generous, they are greedy, they want to create a self importance, do not invents your time with characters who write pretty well, but never respond back, they are worthless, the old civilisation has left many selfish people who have nothing to give, listen well. This people have severe trauma, a deep child inside build in fear to be hurt again, and have seeing a few out of thousand, who cant cope, no matter how they try, they even end up with schizophrenic ideas where them friends are enemies. Is this Imagination? Or some old pattern stuck in the brain? If you are a true friend, you stand by, but that is then unconditional friendship love, you do it because you do not expect nothing in return. Never try to change any one, or ask more, keep playing, keep the power of rage responding, is pure fuel and also we always have a story behind our brains that needs to be played, so do not judge others if they do not respond. Keep building with others or your own, is the same to belong to a group, then to have your group. So respond, always respond. Always be a friend, and have very well in Mind, who are your priority friends, never sale a friend for fame, but you must respect the hierarchal order of Players, they are here to give you, to inspire you, to teach you, if they are fucking strict with a friend of yours or else happening in a story, bring tribute first for those who are actually giving you the best play to bring out your self. I they are too busy to respond, just be happy to play around. And try to use it in the light, not in private. You cant respond a play, with gossips. At the end, every one will know your game, every one can read your story and what happen. So maintain original to your responds, more then your demands.
10_My personal problem as a writer is that my best friends or writers I just admire are in here RolePlay.me and in other two domains, will never name it for respects. I wont cross characters to other site, not even name them 100% it cuts me, we cant cut be one, if cuts me off. This is something, that will ask help, or may be something I will have to reinvent my self with, live it up. Be here and there, it truly sucks, seeing how friends do not want to come to roleplay.me it was the first, so way make an other? to be different, to be especial? to be away, far away out, competitive? It has partly cut my inspiration, so let me know, now I have pieces of puzzle to flow in between the shores and it seems this is now part of the games and new ways for how we will play it. Im cut in 3, is not like you come to the space and there are all your friends. As long I can see them here and there and read the Bulletins, see them growth I'm honestly happy, waiting they return. Mean wile, old friends, beloved enemies and new ones, lets teach each other what this is about, loyalty is one of the best actions a noble human can have, but do not turn that into a jail, an less you like to play the hells, remember it needs to breath out every cycle too in and out, new aspects, tendencies and modalities.
