warnett

1/27/2021 It's the dead of night and i'm drowning in fan-fiction and youtube music. I heard this many, many times from ads on my mobile games. I decide to not only look up the songs name but alo actually play it start to finish and HO BOY, did I have a trip. I see a street in a major Asian city, which one I don't know. After about thirty seconds I find myself falling in a massive cylinder of color yet I hear no wind roaring past me as I fall. When I finally find myself on the ground, I hear the typical meme portion of the song, seeing four ladies in bikinis glowing literally as bright as neon signs and just as colorful, all the while seeing the dance being performed by anime girl silhouettes against a starless night sky, but a full moon accompanying them as well. The very next moment, i'm almost drunkenly stumbling around the random streets and I find myself in front of a dance club. I go in and find a seat, the curtain rises and what I see on the stage is a young woman

A heavy mist lies ahead of the druid who wanders through ancient woods. His path is cold and wet while the ravens caw and cry overhead. Eventually he arrives at his destination: a set of five large stone tablets with runes carved deep, each baring the name and tale of a warrior in a battle long forgotten. He plants his staff and begins his chant. The tablets begin to glow along the runes and slowly, the heavy mist creeps even closer to the druid as he feels not only his circumstances change but also his sight; he now sees the ravens for what they really are, reincarnations of the warriors inscribed on the tablets now taking on a more humanoid, but still very birdlike form, a valravn. Shocked at the sight, the druid briefly blinks and the creatures have vanished. He briefly looks around and finds no sign or trace of anything abnormal, then proceeds to finish his chanting. When all was said and done, the druid felt the cool of the mist creep in on him once again, only this time he

A warrior who has only known the battlefield for his later years, and has forgotten the warmth and comfort of home long ago. His steel boots marching across the fields littered with the bloodied and discarded. His eyes pale and grey from the horrors he has seen and committed in his time. The Templar crest on his chest and shield now mean absolutely nothing to him or his enemies, all either see is a warrior who is no longer human but a near- soulless automaton in human skin. The warrior longs to be put down so his hollow existence may be ended, but he will not yield quietly, something deep within him desires to die with some semblance of honor; perhaps to die by the hand of a true fighter and not a common drone that he so commonly slays. But sometime within the last thirty days of his life he hears a tale of a knight of honor and seeks him out so that they may do battle. The knight is eventually found by the hollow warrior, the two clash blades, sparks fly, boots dig and grind

What I see when I hear this is energy trying to harness madness itself. I cannot help but become enthralled with and even mouth the opening, which is similar to the wizard of oz as i've found some people have pointed out to me. When I say enthralled though, I mean it: my hands open and close as if i'm preparing to either draw upon an unseen weapon, when in reality I carry none on me. I feel euphoria when the choruses hit and the buildup towards them is even better "twisting under schizophrenia, falling deep into dementia" OH GOD that gets my blood pumping hard. I can see myself smiling inside my head, almost to the point I look like the Joker from the 90's Batman animated series. I can just feel it and my perception of my true self duking it out for control of my body and mental state. Personally I find myself to a fairly stable individual, but on certain things I will admit I probably seemed genuinely insane. Like when I get rolling on dinosaurs or animals and other related