A brain storming session were my readers can comment on my ideas with their own suggestions

I've never really written about myself before. I don't know if it's cause I don't really value myself enough? Or because I'm not a narcissist? I think I over think myself.

Can you tell I'm a little odd? Well I've never really wanted to do anything, not anything worth value anyway. I mean I've got no skills to speak of, this is really the only thing I really enjoy. Except for other... slightly less acceptable things. (if you catch my drift)

I am a writer, and not a very good one. But lets get into this.

I love writing, when I was a highschool student I found it as a kind of... escape. writing that first story helped this shitty Author through a lot of deep shit I will get into later.

So, ever heard of Wattpad? Well that's where it all started for me. I was introduced to the app by a mutual friend of mine, lets call her H. She was writing Adult stories, use in the business call... Smut. it's kind of like fifty shades of grey with terrible writing. She asked a Friend and I to read it, and I did. But the first thing that was on my mind was that I wanted to do that.

NO NOT WHAT SHE WROTE ABOUT. I wanted to take a crack at writing, English was one of my favorite subjects in school. I loved reading but had an average reading level. So, I set up a Wattpad account. My first account has a pretty weird name, all because I rushed it.

I needed a name for the app, I was too embarrassed to go by my real name. So I used my Ps4 user name. RedisDead, but I fucking spelt it Readisdead. That was my first account.

Now the only time I had ever tried my hand at writing was in the 8th grade, creative writing section of English. Plus it was a short story, so I was running on ideas that were pretty, cliche. 

Story Number 1- Prince of the Sun and Moon
I wanted to say that this story does not in fact, have anything to do with the sun or moon. I wrote this because I was on an Anime binge, specifically magic Academy ones. Remember the magic Academy thing, that will be a main concept for my other "creations" later.

I don't really know what to say about this one, it's one my first stories and was my first attempt at fantasy. Let me tell you, I can't get enough of fantasy. Nothing makes you feel better about your sad life than creating a new one for your imaginary characters to run wild in.

Thinking back to how I was then... I feel bad, I was going through a lot of emotional problems. 

I was a shut in, I can't say for certain what happened but one day I just decided I would rather stay inside my room then go outside and play. I never really made friends, but being bullied by everyone in your grade can cause that. People were always nice in highschool though, I think they might have felt bad. Or they were making themselves look better infront of everyone else. Being nice to the weird kid, congrats.

So, you can guess that if I didn't like those people you bet your ass I never felt attracted to anybody. But I did fall for a new kid. 

Will call her K for now. That smile... she was weird, but a hot kind of weird you know? She was quirky and funny and had a face that made my heart melt like butter in a microwave. She was chubby too, like a cute little marshmallow.

But looks can be deceiving. Wish I would have known that before falling in love but hey, does anyone?

She wasn't always a terrible person. But my class has a way of bringing the worst out of people. Or maybe it was my fault? 

Fuck, if your reading this what would you say K? I need the answers but we don't talk.

okay, lets look at this from my perspective.
She was always nice to me, I mean REALLY nice. laughing at my stupid jokes and always greeted me with a smile. But my dumb idiot brain did register that SHE FUCKING LIKED ME!!

Okay so eventually she started wearing longer sleeved jackets all the time, she started acting differently. Started ignoring me occasionally, called me annoying and being rude.

Then I saw something that broke my heart. Her arms, they were sliced up. Not alot but still, she was cutting. I expressed my concern for her but she gave me the cold shoulder. 

A couple weeks go by and she skips school here and there I don't see her, then the day that makes me hate myself. Now I promise you, she did not kill herself. This is not one of those stories.

I'm excited she's back at school and I see her again. I catch her when she's taking off her hoody and... She lost weight, alot of weight.

It finally hit, she's dealing with depression. But why? Did someone call her fat or something? 
This pisses me off, I'm a pacifist by nature at this point but I'm ready to throw down.

But now that I have a little more clarity on the situation, I sometimes think me. 
See a couple months later I make a new friend. Call this guy... F.

He's tall and actually funny once you get to know him. He's actually still one of my closest friends.

I introduce F to K, they hit it off and eventually start dating. I kind of stop talking to F because he starts dating the girl I'm in love with but that's not important.

what is the fact that a month or two into them dating that K tells me something. Something that spirals me into a deep depression for a long time.

K-"So do you like me?"
Me-"yeah your one of my best friends!"
K-"you know what I mean like LIKE me. Because when I first met you I had feelings for you."

What the actual fuck? She's dating my BEST FUCKING FRIEND and tells me this shit? Not cool man, is this some kind of way to torture me?

Ever since they got together she seemed to be back to normal. So I was happy, but deep down I wished I was him. Comment if you ever felt like this. I would love to talk to someone about it.

Honesty? I felt pathetic, worthless. If I had worked up the courage I would be the one getting kissed. I kept telling myself I wasn't ready. But forget how I felt, lets go back to K.

she had suddenly lost weight. Alot of weight, treated me different.

Is it my fault? Did she think I didn't feel that way because she was slightly over weight? She dropped the weight because of me. That's how I felt but right now, I know that's the case. She didn't really care about me or F all she cared about was herself. Get all the attention she believed she needed. She had Mommy issues. 

Think I'm being harsh? She straight up cheated on F and broke up with him. Then to make matters worse... She ran away for two weeks.

This unfortunate series of events destroyed F, he hated himself. Let's put the kind of man he was into perspective. He didn't take shit from anyone, he liked to laugh and was happy to make others laugh. But when she ran away from home he locked up.

I'm not using names on purpose, because I don't want people who I know to read this and get mad. But I want to tell you this, the human heart is fragile. 

I say this because we laugh about it now. F, I'm glad your alive man.

F was five feet from killing himself. He went home the day he found out and dug out his dads old 45. He was ready to pull that trigger.

F is a strong ass dude, he managed to put the gun down. Put it away, he's only ever told me this. So for the sake of my friendship... Don't read this F. 

Well. That's all for now my friends, I'd tell you more but I think it got a little dark there.

Kind of a set of me talking about... well me and my Boring life as someone who found a way to cope with life by writing

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

Hello everyone my name is Rosalynn Doherty I'm currently 17 years old and from Massachusetts in the USA I love writing typing reading I'm quite a bookworm actually I also love singing dancing acting I'm into the performing arts tho don't ask me to play an instrument lol. I currently have a cat named KitKat who...I think thinks she's a dog not quite sure but she often sits by me while I work i often like to hear opinions and suggestions from people which is why I have chosen not to continue until I get the opinion of the people what do you all enjoy? I'm currently into Vampire and Werewolf romance i just can't help but wish the dreamy guys in those stories were real. Sorry got a bit off topic lol. I am Bisexual and currently taken by my girlfriend who supports my ideas and tries her best to help me. I need to listen to music in order to work usually I'm writing romance stories so I listen to the type of songs that have love in the meaning with the lyrics and tune and it helps me come up with new ideas. Tho I must say it doesn't always protect you from writers block which i have dealt with a few times while typing out my thoughts and creative story ideas. I hope you all can help me get this novel started and will enjoy it I cannot say it will be perfect but I say I will absolutely try my hardest to please all of you thank you for giving me your time.

"Hey! So I figured since I have covered a decent number of type of shapeshifting for you to digest we could take a break from listing types for a chapter." 
"I decided now would be a good time to bring up the topic of Anti-Shapeshifting before jumping back into more types to overload your brain with." ;P
"First, a bit of information regarding things in general. In most stories, there is a means to cancel out, remove, overpower, etc specific types of spells in the worlds. One can use water magic to destroy an incoming fireball. Things naturally have means to override them. Keep in mind that if there is no way to counter something it becomes very overpowered. Though I guess most stories want a super overpowered MC so watch it if you care."
"Shapeshifting is no different. Lore for this, however is almost non-existent so I have created some lore based on observations and fragments of the lore that do exist. Please understand that you can find other ways to pull off anti-shapeshifting that I have not introduced. There must be ways to overcome things. Unless you are writing an 'I am always the best' or a horror... then you can be as hopeless, doom and gloom as you want." (Author rant)
"When dealing with Anti-shifting there are a few things to consider. There are examples below. Don't be surprised if the things shared did not cross your mind. You will have ideas that won't cross my mind either. To determine the effects of canceling out shapeshifting, you have to determine the way that particular shapeshifting works (Not to an extreme degree) and your intention behind your anti-shifting."
"The first method I will discuss for anti-shapeshift is to 'lock' the transformation. The more common method is revelation followed by lock. There are other methods as well and I may get to them. These types of things can be created in many ways. There isn't really much lore regarding this so be creative in your methodology."
"Locking transformations. While I said this is one thing, it is actually many. Locking transformations is creating a space or targeting a creature to prevent the mutation or shifting of the body. Results vary based on your shifter lore and the intention of the ability. One example of a question you may need to ask yourself:
1: Does your shapeshifting require energy to maintain the shape? Yes see 1.1 No see 1.2
1.1 Form lock will usually have one of two effects depending on the intent of the spell. Most often used: Form ejection- forcibly revert to the base form and prevent further transformation while active. Less often used: Form stabilization- While active the transformation no longer requires energy to maintain and transformations cannot be used while active. *We will talk about the second more later*
1.2 Form lock typically has 1 effect. Trap in current form. Cannot use shifting to other forms. I will share more about this at the same time as Form-stabilization."
"Form lock is not the most ideal way to handle a shapeshifter. However if shapeshifting has special conditional factors, form locking can become a shapeshifter's doom. The most common method of harm happens with time based or conditional transformations."
"1.1's issue. Many types of temporary shifting have a force end timer. By extending that timer you can cause one or many problems. The example I will give, even though there are more ways to do it, is a partial possession shapeshift. Most partial possession shapeshifts not only require your energy but also the other creature's energy to maintain. Once that is gone and stabilizes, Mutation occurs. The host's body starts 'normalizing' the transformation. Basically, it starts making the transformation a natural part of the host instead of a transformation. This can also lead to monsterfication. However I will talk about '-fications' in another chapter.
"1.2's issues part 1. If you captured a stereotypical moon cursed werewolf, they were transformed during the full moon and you form locked them. What happens after the moon sets? Well, because of the form lock they maintain their wolf shape. Now then after the magic ends, what happens? The reason I bring this up is because of something known as a shapeshifter's adaptive capability. The werewolf form has now experienced how to exist outside of the influence of the full moon. Due to the takeover nature of lycanthropy, would it really shift back to normal? If it did, does the extended time leave side effects? If it doesn't then is there a time it would? In some werewolf lore, form lock actually lead a lot of lycanthropes to turning 'feral' (if they weren't already wild enough)."
"1.2's issue part 2. I will use a stereotypical polymorph potion. The polymorph potion only stays within the body for a certain duration of time. After that it loses its effects. Now then, form lock and see what happens… The duration ends, the potion's effects naturally fade, however you are still the other person. Your body has become stable as the other person. Good luck…"
Enya's The humming played on repeat as Eranoth yawned as it was starting to get late again. "Most will avoid raw form lock because it can lead to the destruction of a story if done wrong. Which is why we will bring up the more productive version for most people."
"Form Revelation, reveals the true form of the shapeshifter. (Shocker you could have guessed that from the name.)  This is typically a method to forcibly force a creature into their 'true form' and then perform form lock. If a creature doesn't have a 'true' form the ability often will reveal that they are a shapeshifter and force them into a specific form to then form lock."
"As the second half is a bit more confusing, allow me to explain. Some Form-shifters have more than one 'original form'. So the caster of the anti-shifting ability will become aware of the fact that there is more than one shape and usually will choose the weaker of the two to form lock."
"Again, there isn't much lore as to methods to accomplish such tasks. So be creative. Also you can come up with some of your own ways to Anti-shapeshift as well. This was primarily to show you the big ones."
"Just to give you an idea of  what I mean: for Cursed shapeshifting, Curse breaking, curse suppressing, and curse amplification can all be ways to anti-shift. The possibilities are out there."
Eranoth looked at the time and the strangely silent webnovel chat group. "10:30? Well I should get to bed I have to do some work tomorrow."

© J Eranoth

Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

Oh right! Give me more of those honest reviews! I love those! They're helping me improve the quality of the novel. So feel free to leave some reviews for this novel. Shoutout to Jaxer30 and Nith_Haiah.

All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

The drawing of magic circles and carving of runes was a very technical job, and it was this world's unique product. It wasn't like a pure 'drawing' like everyone imagined. It was indeed as simple as drawing according to the blueprint, but in order to become a Runemaster, one couldn't just learn to draw.
If drawing magic circles were as easy as following the blueprints, an ordinary person would be able to do it. Even a commoner who couldn't sense magic could draw the magic circles as long as they were instructed on how to draw and what to use when drawing. It would become a simple 'produce-then-repeat' job.
Apart from the production and repetition, Runemasters would need the ability to create and to adapt according to situations. They would need to assist Mages to produce magic tools or draw the magic circles on various complicated magic-guided materials. Each magic tool and magic-guided material had different attributes, and when put together, there could be countless variations. It inevitably meant that they couldn't just draw magic circles according to the blueprints… They had to change the runes' sequence on the magic circle according to the materials and the function of the magic circle. Or they would have to make minute adjustments to the runes' positions and the methods of connections.
In short, the Runemasters were creating 'blueprints'. Each time they drew, they would draw the first edition of the blueprint and make a new creation.
And this process would require the ability to sense magic and to conduct 'tuning' for the runes.
The ability to sense magic would be used to make sure every rune was working normally during the process of the drawing as well as to sense if there was any disturbance between the runes that were above the threshold. The ability to 'tune' would be to inject one's own magic into the runes to conduct a practical test… Runemasters might not be able to activate the entire magic circle, but it was possible for them to test parts of the rune array.
To do these two things, one had to be an official Grade 1 Mage. Apprentice Mages definitely wouldn't be able to do such things as apprentice Mages didn't have the ability to sense and control complex runes. Their magic wasn't precise enough and couldn't be released outside their bodies. If they could do these things… they would have graduated.
Jenni's information clearly stated that she was an apprentice Mage.
Jenni had heard Gawain's question clearly during the first time, but she didn't know how she should reply. She hesitated and considered for a long time before she lowered her head and said, "It was luck, my lord."
"Luck?" Gawain's brows lifted and didn't sound like he was convinced.
"Yes, luck." Jenni's head was still lowered as she said, "I have great intuition and would always be able to find the correct method to arrange the runes. You should know that there is a certain rule for rune sequences. With enough experience and intuition, one would be able to accurately arrange those—"
"If it was really luck, then before you accumulated enough experience, you would already be dead." Gawain interrupted Jenni and said, "I might be a knight, but I know the fundamental principle of magic. For a magic circle, each rune's position and connection method are relatively strict. You would have to already be familiar with all of the rune's rules and their formation methods in this world. Otherwise, it is impossible for you to arrange all the runes in their proper positions. Rune sequences might have a rule to comply with, but I have never heard of anyone analyzing all the rules of the rune sequences. It is also because it is impossible for humans to write down all the rune combinations. Thus, there is a need for the abilities to 'sense' and to 'tune'."
As Gawain talked, he stared at the silver-haired young lady in front of him and said, "Raise your head and tell me the truth… Without the ability to sense and tune, how are you able to know each position of the runes and the effects each rune would generate?"
Perhaps Gawain's tone was too stern, it caused Jenni to shiver uncontrollably, and she didn't even dare to speak. When Heidi saw the situation, she recalled that Gawain had instructed her to assume the roles of a stern individual and a lenient individual. Therefore, she used a gentle tone to say, "You don't have to be nervous. This isn't the royal capital that has strict rules or the oppressive and inflexible Association of Mystics. We welcome and encourage all actions that would be beneficial to the construction of the territory. It is fine even if the actions are unorthodox."
Jenni finally raised her head and looked at Gawain. The latter nodded sternly. "I can guarantee that creative ideas are protected in this place. Because I am the law of this land."
"It actually isn't a creative idea." The silver-haired apprentice Mage who was a Grade 4 Runemaster had finally spoken. She then turned to the bedside and retrieved a large and heavy book. "It is through logic and calculation."
Gawain put his hand on the book but still asked, "Can I take a look?"
"Of course, you are the feudal lord."
Gawain opened up the book that looked rather old and realized it was actually a book of handwritten notes. The yellowed pages were filled with runes, numbers, calculation methods, diagrams, etc. There were writings that were already blurry due to wear and tear. He casually flipped through and realized that the handwriting on this notebook wasn't uniform. There were at least four different handwritings in the book, and they appeared sequentially from the front to the back. It was obvious that this notebook had gone through four different owners, and each owner had written down their own records.
This book seemed to have verified Gawain's indistinct conjecture. He was almost excited and inspired as he flipped through the pages rapidly. It had caused Jenni who was seated directly opposite to worry if her precious notebook would be daMaged due to the violent flipping. As Gawain was flipping through rapidly, his vision was suddenly attracted to an attached piece of paper that was sandwiched in the latter half of the notebook.
This piece of paper had been pasted to the middle of the page with glue, and there seemed to be an additional annotation or summary. The words on it caused Gawain to suffocate for a moment: [E/N: Yeah, just skip through the next few paragraphs.]
"…All inferior rune's energy levels have an energy ratio of 1:3 as compared to runes that are one grade higher. If inferior runes are continuously connected, three would become one, making it a complete rune that is one grade higher."
"…Random runes of the same grade, same positions, and different attributes can only be connected no more than eight times. Runes of the same grade, same positions, and same attributes can only be connected no more than four times."
"…When the originating character and the ending character of random runes form a 'bond', each 'bond' rune's interior could be filled with connecting fields that must be an even number. Every two connecting fields are considered a 'pair'. The number of 'pairs' is X and every 'bond' rune would develop energy level X+1."
"…In a magic interference area, two completely identical and adjacent runes would produce an 'interference bond'. The overall interference in the area produced would drastically increase due to the increase of interference bonds. A single interference bond has the interference value of constant t=1.35, and when the interference bond's number is n, it would cause an actual overall interference value of m=t*n3. (Note: Avoiding identical runes being adjacent to one another would greatly decrease the production of interference bonds)."
"…Among magic-guided materials, purple copper is 'zero' grade; those weaker than purple copper would be negative; those superior or equivalent to purple copper would be positive. Positive magic-guided materials can endure theoretical interference value M during rune connections. The number of rune bonds is set as N, and the number of rune attributes is set as Z. Interference values produced by interference bonds are set as t. As such, magic-guided materials within the range of a rune combination would be able to endure a theoretical interference value of M=(N+Z*N)*t. The negative magic-guided materials would divide the interference value by the constant E=1.66…"
"In all circumstances, the actual interference (m) should be smaller than the theoretical interference value (M)…"
"In multifunctional magic circles, the formula for 'self interference' produced by the rune bonds is…"
"In multifunctional magic circles, the optimal arrangements for runes should follow…"
There were even more records at the back.
There were massive quantities of formulas, rules, and logical deductions filling up this paper attachment. There were also a lot more on the page behind this attachment. Gawain merely took a glance and judged that this was already a summary and derivation that had practical value.
It seemed like they weren't the ultimate result. Furthermore, there were also limitations due to the era. Many summaries were purely the product of experience and lacked definite formulas. There were also plenty that had messy formulas and had yet to be simplified and merged to become formulas that could be used anywhere. Moreover, these things weren't arranged into a system and were scattered and accumulated individually without any rules.
But they were already extremely astonishing things.
"Are these summarized by you?" Gawain looked with wide eyes while asking with surprise.
"No, no…" Jenni answered with a little panic. "Not all of it. Only a part of this notebook was written by me. The other parts… are the legacy of the predecessors."
When speaking of the words 'legacy of the predecessors', her face had an obviously dull and sorrowful expression.
"Mm… that's right. There are at least four kinds of handwriting on it." Gawain lowered his head and looked at the notebook. He then continued to flip and suddenly realized that the words in the beginning were rather familiar. After verifying for a moment, he turned to look at Heidi. "Did you bring that notebook along? The rogue Mage's notebook."
The rogue Mage's notebook was simply a treasure in the eyes of Gawain, but the most precious thing recorded inside was knowledge and not the notebook itself. Hence, he had made a copy of the notebook and kept that copy with him, but he had given the original as a present to Heidi, who was passionate about magic research.
Heidi nodded. "I have it. I just happen to be researching the interchangeable rune combinations inside it for the past two days…"
As she spoke, she took out that book of old notes which Gawain placed on the table. He then compared it with the notebook from Jenni… As expected, one quarter of Jenni's notebook had the exact same handwriting as the rogue Mage's notes!
This thick and old notebook was also one of the rogue Mage's legacies? Furthermore, these had been circulating in the Mage's circle and had been researched and carried on by at least three other individuals?
"This…" Jenni saw the notebook that Heidi had taken out, and it caused her to subconsciously say, "Do you know the owner?"
"I have met him." Gawain replied casually and pointed at Jenni's notebook that contained the rune calculations. "Since you have this, does it mean you met him too?"
"It is very regretful. When I obtained this notebook, it had already switched hands three times." Jenni shook her head and asked, "You have seen him? Where is he now? Could he be in this camp too?"
The Runemaster's expression was filled with traces of reverence and excitement. However, Gawain had to disappoint her. "He has already passed away. My notebook is his legacy. Of course, now there is also your notebook."
Jenni opened her mouth, but it ultimately turned into a sigh. "Is that so…"
"You said this notebook has switched hands three times. Where are the previous owners?" Gawain didn't give Jenni a lot of time to immerse in regret and immediately asked, "Those people that carried on the research, are they in the royal capital or the Association of Mystics? Can you contact them?"
"They… are dead too." Jenni's tone suddenly became even gloomier. "The second owner had died in an adventure. The third owner is also my previous master. He is Master Ravencrest, and he perished in a mission arranged by his mentor… Constant E=1.66 is his legacy."


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

(I'm gonna talk a bit about my personal journey so if you guys are not interested, then just skip to the tips.) 
Like many normal teenagers, I had gone through an awkward phase. Sad thing is, I went through it in grade 9, so most of the people in my high school still remember my awkward phase. (I'm in grade 12 now.) But after looking at pictures from that dark time, I realised that my face didn't change at all. It was my style, my mannerisms, and my hair. I also found a deeper meaning in those changes. So here's what I found that made the difference between awkward phase me and glown up me:

1. A fail proof hairstyle is plain, natural hair. 😻 Also try all lengths of hair by cutting it to shoulder length first (or longer if you are scared) and then growing it out. See which stage you like best. (I don't think this would work with afro hair. I've never had friends who have afro hair.) I love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know if you guys are interested in it

2. Try to get contact lenses. 👀 I know some people suit glasses. I personally don't. But getting contacts really helps if you have oily skin and glasses just keep slipping down your nose. Or if you are like me, with 800 degrees myopia, then ditching heavy glasses feels so good. Getting contact lenses also allow me to go crazy without worrying about it flying off my face. 

3. Don't use makeup for the sake of using makeup. Use it according to your needs, your face, and your style. Also, keep in mind your overall outfit. Sometimes, a loud outfit with a loud makeup can take over your body and hide you. You want people to see you, not your makeup. Of course, there are exceptions such as creative makeup. 

4. Be mindful while shopping. 💸Just because something looks good, doesn't mean it will look good on you. Also avoid fast fashion to save up for more quality items. Always check for the quality of fabrics, the color scheme of your closet, and what you usually wear. If you don't wear skirts, don't buy a skirt. I also love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know you guys are interested. 

5. Work out.💦 You don't have to aim for losing weight or gaining curves. Working out enhances your metabolism, the lines on your arms and legs (makes you look extra sexy), and improves your complexion. You will radiate from the inside out. Working out doesn't have to be tiring or tedious too. You can try dancing, cycling, stretching (splits are cool!), etc. 

6. Commit to a hobby.🔥 Mine would be piano, which I started playing when I was three. During my awkward phase, I wasn't practicing at all and I was embarrassed to tell people I had been learning it since I was three and I actually have certificates for it. REALLY COMMIT TO A SKILL PLEASE! Also, don't underestimate the amount of money your special skill can bring you!! I received 500RMB once for winning an award in a writing competition, plus 100RMB for being a volunteer at the award ceremony. XD

7. Please listen to your mother when she says you look bad.💯 She's probably right. I can't express how many style mistakes I made because of not listening to her. 

8. Be more reserved. 😶Talk only when you have something meaningful to say. My awkward phase consists a lot of me blurting out dumb, hypocritical, ignorant, and sometimes offensive things. I think this is why I didn't have friends. Also, if you are not sure if your opinion on something is right (as in, in consideration of all perspectives and not on an ignorant basis), ask questions. It's always fun to get to know what others think. But if you don't have the ability to recognise your ignorance, then I can't help you. Only time and maturity can help you at this point. 🙄

9. Take care of your skin.💦 Depending on where you live, you might not need a skincare routine. Taking care of your skin does not necessarily means buying products and putting them on your face. Taking care of your skin can be applying body lotion, washing your face with a simple face wash as soon as you get home (gets rid of pollutants), clipping your bangs up for sports (avoids forehead pimples), not touching your face, etc. 

10. Do your eyebrows.💯 If you are born with perfect eyebrows, don't touch them. But I had a uni brow. For beginners, personally I feel like it's better to use a small brow shaver instead of a tweezer. It does not hurt as much and if you fail, your hair grows out faster. If you can afford, get your brows done for the first time at a salon, then follow the shape at home when it grows out. 

These are the tips I have. Hope you guys liked them. Please give constructive feedback if there's anything I can improve. Thank you for reading, lovelies!! 💋

I am sitting the game system, in discord...  I just need suggestions cuz my brain is closed... PLZ HELP!  
I finished writing the basics of the EXP system, and now stuck in the elemental system (almost done, but need some creative ideas!) 

After I finish writing the new game system, I will proceed with the re-write... so the more you help me, the faster I can start writing!  (Discord Link both in comments and in writer's note!)

Voidne is the unluckiest person in the world.  Just like his mother, he needs to work 5 times harder than normal people, just to achieve the same thing.

But one day the unlucky Voidne crossed through a wormhole by a mistake, that sent him into a parallel universe to occupy the body of the Voidne from that universe.

The new parallel universe was more advanced, and a new game was about to get released.  It was a VRMMORPG, that is going to be super popular.  Even companies were going to fight over occupying this game.

Voidne who was the unluckiset person in the world, is now the luckiest person in the world...  

See how Voidne's life will change!

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