Post by twilight on Apr 14, 2017 14:26:46 GMT -5
I find myself home again. Back in Jeville. I was 13 the second time I died. It was 1767 and I was working in tavern, helping travelers feed and water their horses and livestock. I had always been sickly, but then again we were all a little sick. Plagues and diseases were rampant. I started to cough and I didnt stop for a very long time, till one day I went to sleep and didnt wake up for a long time. When I awoke I was in Jeville.
Jeville a dark destination indeed. Home to demons, monsters, and far far worse, leviathans roam in the mists and they are our gods. And just because you think you were already dead you couldnt die again, you found out you were wrong, oh so very wrong.
Life if you could call it that, was always fleeting. The smell of sulfur engulfed everything and we lived off what little vegetables would grow in the blood drenched soil. Beets, tomatoes, pickels, tings that didnt need much light to grow. And we had a sun, or we assumed it was a sun, but always hidden behind dark clouds and wings, so many wings. And what rode those said wings rarely did we see, or didnt want to see.
We prayed not to god, but but older things that lived in the shadows. We were food to them, we were livestock to be played. Worse yet there were small children in Jeville. They never lasted long. They were easy, and easy was not a luxury allowed in Jeville. There were always several hundred residents, and each had a story, and none were happily ever after types.
No suffice to say life was hard here. A true living nightmare.
And I know a thing or two about nigtmares. You see I lied when I said I passed away. I didnt, I took my life, and tried to move on. It wasnt my time. And this was my punishment. No one escaped Jeville. No one but me. I was fated to be reborn. To live life again and again till I got it right. But I never did get it right. And each time I made the same mistake, each life, and each time I took my life and entered death, Id arrive in Jeville. Each time new tenants inhabited it, each time. It was a special hell made just for me.
And why do I tell this story now. Because there is one among us who doesnt know the story. His name is Lucas Balkan. Lucas has back to SFT on a mission. He has yet to lose since his return. But there is a first time for everything. Isnt there? Tell me Lucas, you have your own hell dont you? A hell you reserve just for yourself. You keep it hidden dont you? Let it out in the ring, let us share your hell, in hopes of what exactly? What is your goal? To be the best? I doubt such a puny goal is your final end game? I think you deep down want to be loved, to be accepted, to stand in the light and not feel like you only deserve the dark. Am I wrong? I doubt it.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
Jeville a dark destination indeed. Home to demons, monsters, and far far worse, leviathans roam in the mists and they are our gods. And just because you think you were already dead you couldnt die again, you found out you were wrong, oh so very wrong.
Life if you could call it that, was always fleeting. The smell of sulfur engulfed everything and we lived off what little vegetables would grow in the blood drenched soil. Beets, tomatoes, pickels, tings that didnt need much light to grow. And we had a sun, or we assumed it was a sun, but always hidden behind dark clouds and wings, so many wings. And what rode those said wings rarely did we see, or didnt want to see.
We prayed not to god, but but older things that lived in the shadows. We were food to them, we were livestock to be played. Worse yet there were small children in Jeville. They never lasted long. They were easy, and easy was not a luxury allowed in Jeville. There were always several hundred residents, and each had a story, and none were happily ever after types.
No suffice to say life was hard here. A true living nightmare.
And I know a thing or two about nigtmares. You see I lied when I said I passed away. I didnt, I took my life, and tried to move on. It wasnt my time. And this was my punishment. No one escaped Jeville. No one but me. I was fated to be reborn. To live life again and again till I got it right. But I never did get it right. And each time I made the same mistake, each life, and each time I took my life and entered death, Id arrive in Jeville. Each time new tenants inhabited it, each time. It was a special hell made just for me.
And why do I tell this story now. Because there is one among us who doesnt know the story. His name is Lucas Balkan. Lucas has back to SFT on a mission. He has yet to lose since his return. But there is a first time for everything. Isnt there? Tell me Lucas, you have your own hell dont you? A hell you reserve just for yourself. You keep it hidden dont you? Let it out in the ring, let us share your hell, in hopes of what exactly? What is your goal? To be the best? I doubt such a puny goal is your final end game? I think you deep down want to be loved, to be accepted, to stand in the light and not feel like you only deserve the dark. Am I wrong? I doubt it.
That is all for today.
Fade to light
