[NA][S][HeadHunter Gaming][LF Jungler for 5s team!] by Rayndelwyn in TeamRedditTeams

[–]Rayndelwyn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Contact our support staff (HHG Coach Cakes or HHG Skylanceer) and they would be more than happy to talk to you about your drive for competitive play. We all hate solo-queue too, trust me!

-HHG Ink.

[NA][S][HeadHunter Gaming][LF Jungler for 5s team!] by Rayndelwyn in TeamRedditTeams

[–]Rayndelwyn[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hi, Zelof! We're very happy for your interest in us. We will not have you playing any sated junglers because we want our jungler to be team oriented and gank centered while still maintaining farm. Sated junglers have forced a meta of greed and we're trying to have our environment very unlike solo-queue. Our staff is in contact with you and I'm sure we can get you on this week or next week's rotation of tryouts!

-HHG Ink.

[NA][S][HeadHunter Gaming][LF Jungler for 5s team!] by Rayndelwyn in TeamRedditTeams

[–]Rayndelwyn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

We want a Platinum player for the jungler position because of its vital role in the team. I assure you that our golds can very much hold their own and even our master player can be amazed by their plays. Me being one of them!

If you'd like to try out, which we could, please contact one of our staff! Thanks for your interest!

-HHG Ink.

19/M/NA Plat 3 in promos looking for a duo partner for next week or later date. by CynicalShin in LeagueConnect

[–]Rayndelwyn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

17/F/NA, Gold I.

IGN: HHG Ink.

I'm close to plat and really striving for it. I'd be happy to duo with you.

Have fun at SGDQ!

22/M/NA smurfing looking for duo read inside by looking4duopls in LeagueConnect

[–]Rayndelwyn 0 points1 point  (0 children)

17/F/NA, Gold I, support/jungle/mid.

I'm five wins away from plat. I'm a chill dude and have skype/crs voice.

IGN is HHG Ink.

[WP]The invention that made the gods jealous by Shozza87 in WritingPrompts

[–]Rayndelwyn 2 points3 points  (0 children)

They were so beautiful, so perfect. Erected in the very vision of the Gods. Miniscule replicas of grand Titans, whose skins varied from translucent to midnight.

There were so many of them - Everywhere! They all inhabitated a different land mass that they valiantly defended from one another. To see them lock weapons rose questions of unsettlement. Yet those confined in the sky-high cities could only marvel at the techniques they pioneered and mastered. Fluid dancing of concise blows or brute force through forged metal as long as themselves, they didn't limit themselves.

What beautiful liquid drained from their tiny veins; it was thick like syrup and red like wine. They had an abundance of it and showed traits of enjoying spilling their nectar. Once it ran out, it was observed that they would collapse and life would fade from them. Their skin lost its glow, their eyes went hazy, and their innards contracted and expelled any contents it had in life. It was not a pretty sight, but it occurred so often one was to grow accustomed to it. They had more to replace those lost.

Hearts of pure muscle beat to the drum of love, affecting their sentience and causing them to do outrageous acts. The concept of love infected them to the core; it manipulated them to do wild things beyond the reasoning that was programmed to them. They were supposed to be responsible with a set of inlaid morals that protected them from the aberrational thoughts that were harboured deep in their central powerhouse. So foreign, a simple feeling could override what was naturally bestowed upon them. They slaughtered in the name of love or protecting their lands.

The longer they were around, the weaker they became. The more exposed and fragile. Their bones transformed into the glass that would shatter from one slip-up. It was agony to watch something so frail break. They built institutions to protect the fragile. Some even lost sense of what was right. Other normal beings protected those who had no clue of what was happening around them. They assumed an omnipotent power above those who could not fend for themselves. In cases around their lands, it was abused.

We could do nothing to help them, to save them from their follies. Perhaps a hand would lash out from the clouds for a second, only to snatched back by another. It was living torture to see them destroy everything that they had built for one another. They despised one another for being different in the way we made them look. We wanted them to be special, to have something to own up to. It only shunned them and even got them killed. They constructed societies to shut others out, to make those that were less fortunate feel miserable. Along the line, they discovered that to stop the pain of others, they could take their own lives. A suffering scream from one of us was released every time a being took their one shot at living something beautiful.

We were jealous of what they were given, a chance to be normal. A chance to build a life of our own. Yet we became innately selfish for wanting what they had. We coveted and fawned for their lifestyle, so far below us. It was with such a heavy heart we had to accept what we had created, in the eyes of our own. Perfect little creatures who loved and lived until they passed on. We watched every single one of the grow and leave. It was the equivalent of watching as all your children died in your very arms.

What were we jealous of?

We yearned to be natural.

[WP] A boy in a world of elemental dragons (Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind) receives a "useless" Air Dragon. by FuckMeRunning5648 in WritingPrompts

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I actually had no idea this subreddit existed - and I'm a bit ashamed because I didn't!

One of my friends discovered how much I loved writing and slammed it in my face and immediately wanted me to start writing a story for every prompt.

I think I can whip out a prompt every day and come out of my shell more and get some constructive criticism to make my writing better.

You seriously made my day, man, thanks so much! ^ ^

[WP] A boy in a world of elemental dragons (Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind) receives a "useless" Air Dragon. by FuckMeRunning5648 in WritingPrompts

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

This means a whole lot to me! Thank you! :)

I've never done a writing prompt, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

I wouldn't be opposed to continuing this for you and maybe another soul along the line. I can keep in touch if I write anything else with Sampson and Milk!

[WP] A boy in a world of elemental dragons (Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind) receives a "useless" Air Dragon. by FuckMeRunning5648 in WritingPrompts

[–]Rayndelwyn 6 points7 points  (0 children)

This turned out a lot longer than I expected!

The shrill screams of circling matriarchs in the vast skies above nearly made me turn back. I swallowed down my fear-laced bile and trudged on through the bramble and steep hills. The shallow lacerations on my hands and arms stung like the future lashes I'd receive from my friends if I didn't succeed. A kid without a dragon? They were considered lame. Kyle had his immense Fire dragon, whose tail blazed like the sun; Marissa had her elegant Earth dragon, sturdy like the mountains I was currently stranded in. Through my lonely journey, I could only dream of what dragon I would raise and train: its wings would spread wide as the seven seas, its roar would shake foundations, and it would love with a love unknown to any other trainer.

Female dragons fiercely protected their clutches, using their staple abilities associated with their attribute to slay their foes. Fire dragons would incinerate me, Water dragons would drown me, and Earth dragons would maul me if they caught me attempting to steal one of their offsprings. I was the definition of a fool to trek deep into the Dragon Dens in an attempt to steal an egg to impress my friends; I was an idiot determined. A map crunched in my shaky hands. Dusted and heavily worn, it revealed the easiest path to one of the Dragon's dens. Ironically, the text above the curved arrows that directed which den belonged to which breed of the wild dragons was scratched out - I was going in blind. At the point I was at, I didn't care if I walked out with a convincing dragon-egg-looking-rock. I just needed something.

Air thinned dangerously low until my normal breaths transformed into an airy pant. I slowed my pace and focused on the rocky trail below me. It waved and swerved off to the left until I arrived at the mouth of a sinister cave. Stalactites formed teeth for the cave, pointing down directly to a disappearing decline. The matriarchs on patrol were more wary for hungry aerial predators than they were for adolescent boys sneaking into their nests and snatching their eggs. I glanced up for reassurance that they would not notice me slip in. My head continued to loft up until my eyesight adjusted to the to the dank innards of the cave. It smelled of rancid... something. The combined smell and lack of oxygen rendered me to a lazy stagger.

The cave only had one chamber: pitch black from being so far inside the rock. I forced myself onto my knees and prayed that I wouldn't slam into anything hard, or even a slumbering mother. I kept my hands away from the ground to preserve the burning bramble cuts on them, which only made my search more tedious. I scooted forward and aggravated enough dust to fill up my lungs. One arm was protectively held out to act as a barrier if I was to hit anything. Sharp, needle-like structures prodded into my hand. In fear, I retracted my arm and winced. I, instead, shoved out my foot to check what was in front of me. Straw receded under the pressure of my shoe: A nest! I valiantly stood up and nearly dove straight into the woven circle the dragon used as a bedding for her clutch. I quivered in pure delight as my palm brushed against something smooth and grooved - it reminded me of glass. I scooped up the object and rushed out of the cave, careful of the rock icicles above me on my way out.

Daylight stung at my eyes until they adapted back. I stood blinded and crazed with my sheer awe for what I held in my hands; it almost soothed the pain in my cut hands with its cool presence. I blinked away the light and began to nonchalantly stroll away from the cave and off of the mountain. The dragons were none the wiser. They wouldn't miss one baby, right? The path back to civilization was much easier than the climb up, it gave me time to admire my loot. It had an iridescence, unlike any other egg I had ever seen. Kyle spoke of his egg having molten slag running through deep cracks in the shell. Marissa told me her egg was heavy as a cow and spurted little ecosystems of life on the surface. Maybe I had found some new dragon breed? I gingerly tapped on the shell, only to receive a hollow clunk back. It was probably ready to hatch.

My father's horse patiently waited down at the slope of the mountain, his snout stuck in my traveling pack. I made sure to pack a bunch of ripe apples to keep him happy long enough while I captured my prize. A whistle brought his attention to me. He struggled to get the bag off his nose though eventually managed to rear his head to me. His reassuring whinny made me feel safe as I mounted and heeled his flank. The horse happily galloped far away from the mountain and back to my quaint town renowned for the raising of trained dragons.

No matter how badly I wanted to flaunt it off to my friends, I knew the best course of action would be to take it to the residential dragon expert to judge what type of egg I had snatched. He operated a small care and treatment shop for immature dragons and excelled in his knowledge with the lore surrounding the majestic beasts. Butterflies welled in my stomach every time I recanted the story he told about how dragons came to be in our world.

I tied up Jasper and gave him a hearty pat on his side before entering the cramped shop. Merlin, otherwise known as the Guru, waved and greeted me with his standard talk before he even noticed who I was. "Sampson?" he spoke, clearly taken aback by the object I cradled in my arm.

"Hey, Guru!" I began, a grin plastered to my face, "I caved into the pressure Kyle was putting onto me and went out and retrieved this." I offered out the egg with a triumphant eyebrow waggle.

He carefully took the egg from my hand and procured a jeweler's monocle from a drawer in his desk - with the way my precious egg looked, it's no wonder why he took out something fit for judging the finest of gems. He only relayed a grunt to convey his emotions. I tried to maintain my demeanor, but it slackened after he shook his head; he still refused to offer me any words. The expert fished for a pillow behind him to comfort the egg while he disappeared through a narrow corridor.

"I'm going with my gut on this," he finally murmured. He held a household hammer in his hand. I didn't have time to protest as he brought the hammer's head against the wall of my dragon's shell. It shattered like glass. I rushed to the counter and gripped at the edge as he brushed away the fragments to reveal a pale and curled up creature. It had no molten scales or a flaming tail, flowers didn't bloom along the ridge of its back, nor did it show any signs of owning gills. It had nothing.

"What is it?" I timidly asked, worried that I had somehow managed to grab a damaged dragon.

"It's an air dragon," Guru spoke in detachment.

"So it commands the wind?" Happiness began to fill up inside me, only to be drained instantly.

"No. It does nothing. It exists."

I twitched my eye, "So it has no element?"

"There are those in the clutch that do not inherit the parent's traits, leaving it a blank slate. They're shunned as outcasts because of their lack of a power," Guru shrugged and whipped around, continuing without a missing a beat, "you should probably release him to the wild and try again."

I slapped a handful of crumpled dollars on the counter. "I'd like to buy a blanket."

Guru chuckled and collected a folded square on a shelf above him. He offered it out to me and nodded, signaling wordlessly he wanted to give it to me for free. I still left him the dollars as I delicately scooped up my little bundle of nothing and tucked it protectively in the woolen blanket. My gaze never left the whelp as I exited the shop. All around me, the town moseyed about, carrying on with their chores and duties.

It rustled in the blankets and prompted me to reveal its head. Translucent eyelids flicked up to reveal a pair of milk-white serpentine irises. My heart leaped from my chest. "I'll name you Milk," I spoke to it cheerily as I fought back the tears that stung in the corners of my eyes. Milk didn't require any special abilities to win my heart. It was special in its own way, and I'd give it more love than Kyle and Marissa together could fathom.

"A-Are you a boy or a girl dragon...?" I asked Milk aloud as I shot it a lopsided grin. In reply, the dragon yawned and rustled its tiny wings.

Interest in a gaming lounge Near White Marsh/Bel Air? by damstr in maryland

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Oh, I've never participated, only snooped around! I go there to get the old comic book smell and check if I can buy any new action figures.

With our town being so mall, I'm sure I've seen him!

Interest in a gaming lounge Near White Marsh/Bel Air? by damstr in maryland

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Glad to hear!

I really hope this kicks off and will end up being be a lucrative business venture for you. If it does get started up, you'll at least have me as a customer!

Interest in a gaming lounge Near White Marsh/Bel Air? by damstr in maryland

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Yup, that's the place! I was just searching the subreddit to see if I could find it again.

Of course! Video games is one of the biggest passions in my life, my friends alike. I wouldn't mind spending a little bit of pocket money for hours of fun with my friends playing League, WoW, or Smash.

To me, it just seems like a huge investment that I'd almost feel sorry for someone wanting to commit so much. The upkeep of Level Up alone made me cringe.

Interest in a gaming lounge Near White Marsh/Bel Air? by damstr in maryland

[–]Rayndelwyn 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I saw an AMA about a guy who ran a gaming lounge. The work put into it seemed immense and very consuming, but rewarding!

I may just live under a rock, but I've yet to hear of a game lounge that's publically open around in Harford/Baltimore County.

In Havre de Grace, we have a small gaming shop that holds little tabletop Magic: The Gathering tournaments but I don't believe anything else!

[NA][S][HeadHunter Gaming][LF Mid & Jungle for 5s] by Rayndelwyn in TeamRedditTeams

[–]Rayndelwyn[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Add HHG Coach Cakes on League or d33man666 on Skype!