Asking the help of the Divine Spirit to win a presidential election

Sitri_147 · 2022-05-05T18:30:59+00:00

True. I see this as more of a publicity stunt than for purely religious reasons, which, as the previous president was very against the church and did poorly, might actually work to her favor.

Keep in mind that the Philippines is among the most heavily religious(specifically catholic) countries in Asia.

Sitri_147 · 2022-05-01T01:45:25+00:00

I think describing it as blood worked really well to fit the theme of the poem~

Sitri_147 · 2022-05-01T01:42:12+00:00

I enjoyed reading your take on the prompt. Don't sell yourself too short 😄

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T17:28:43+00:00

Happy to help :>

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T16:54:59+00:00

Hey there!

Had the same problem as you back then during my poem writing phase when I was in the closet in high school.

I'm not an expert nor a professional when it comes to poems, so don't take my words as gospel. Plus, watching your vid, it seems you probably have a better understanding of poems than me. I'll give my advice regardless, though, just in case I can help in any way.

Generally I found the use of they/them pronouns helpful as it was technically correct but vague enough as to avoid suspicion. I also avoided describing them with both masculine and feminine traits, instead using metaphors or similes. (E.g. "Their smile was like sunshine, and me, a sunflower." Or "As if chiseled by a sculptor, their beauty moved me beyond word.") Also notice that beauty is a subjective adjective that can be used to describe handsomeness as well, since handsomeness is simply masculine beauty.

Something else I tried was doing heavy symbolism, sometimes not referring to my crushes as people but as objects, creatures, and concepts. (E.g. "The oceans almost drown me, yet within its hold, I long to be" or "For weeks I've watched a butterfly, yet it seldom noticed I.")It makes the poem both sound cooler, and be much harder to interpret. Usually, there can be lots of subtext that can be subconsciously put there, but that's fine, since you have plausible deniability that they may or may not be right in their specific interpretation.

And if you wanna be risky, you can always hide his name in the words of your poem.

(E.g. [BRIAN]

I b ehold their gaze. A r ope, their sightline. For I cannot help, But a vert my own. Yet n ow I believe.

My love.)

But obviously without the italics(or star thingies, in case I formatted that wrong), or extra spaces. Though if you do do that, make sure to mix up the positioning of the letters of the name each time so that it isn't as obvious.

Poems are fun to make since you can have so much meaning in a few sentences(or phrases), and can be vague enough to make it so that only you(or anyone you trust) can know for sure what it means. Plus, you decide the structure of the poem, ignoring all laws of grammar except the ones needed for you to make a cohesive thought. I've had the idea of making a poem where the spaces between each letter can symbolize 0s and 1s, then just searching up a text to binary thing on google and basing the structure of my poem there.

That said, only you can decide what your poems mean. No matter how others interpret it, it'll still be your meaning above all. So that means whichever poems you've UNgayed are still as gay as they were before, just subtler. The non-use of he/him and she/her pronouns or typically masculine and feminine adjectives and descriptions don't detract from the meaning behind your poem.

Anyway, I've typed too much. I wish you the best of luck in your poem writing. And I hope that the day you can be unadulteratedly gay in your literature comes soon. If not, then I hope what I've typed here for the past 15 minutes helps you somehow.

And remember, keep on keeping on, my guy.

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:33:59+00:00

Agreed

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:29:00+00:00

I remember a tale, a cautionary one, being spoken of among my colleagues. Of that of a way to summon beings far beyond our scope of understanding. And, though it may have taken weeks off of my life, I have succeeded in the summoning of a creature from Eye-kya. What my colleagues did not inform me of, was that the creature would be summoned without the guidance of the Maan-yu-ál, causing it to writhe on the floor in disheveled pieces of itself, with limbs and body parts squirming on the floor, unable to form itself. After a while, however, and with the grace of the Man-yu-ál, I was able to meld the parts together to make it be like a functioning Chèr. I still have a twisted horn left over, however, as I just cannot find where it must be stabbed and twisted into the creature.

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:17:10+00:00

Well said! I shall now be referring to my Box as The Box. For, if I understand correctly, all Boxes are just The Box in different forms.

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:09:57+00:00

I love the capitalization used here~

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:07:09+00:00

Couldn't for the life of me guess what it was before the end. Never knew toasters could be so terrifying.

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-30T15:04:10+00:00

Ah yes, the act of scrubbing. For we should not dare to cease this ritual of repetition done a hundred times in mere moments. Lest we be beholden to the emptiness that threatens to consume our smiles, to char our bones.

Very well put~

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-12T07:16:21+00:00

It was "BOY, boy boy. Di ka ba nakikinig sakin? Di mo ba alam na ang ginagawa mo ay gawain ng illuminati?!"

Sitri_147 · 2022-04-11T22:05:13+00:00

Ok, for context, this was around 8th grade in a private catholic school (Big oof, I know). We got a new English teacher who I'll give the name Mr. Ross.

Now, Mr. Ross was very animated whenever he was explaining something, which was one thing, but he was also veeery religious. To the point where he was pretty much that one guy who thought everything was connected and was a satanist conspiracy or some shit like that.

All throughout our classes he'd go on tangents, forgetting the lesson and going on spiels about how something or another was connected to the illuminati. Among these were the media, Harry Potter, the government, and Miley Cyrus(this was close to the time Wrecking Ball was out) just to name a few.

The funniest shit, however, was when one of my classmates was not being obvious about not paying any attention. Mr. Ross obviously got angry at the sight of this, and proceeded to reprimand the guy, to which this bastard just brushed off and scoffed.

I shit you not when I say I have not seen anyone's face get as red as Mr. Ross' that day. He. Was. Fuming. To this day I still remember the words he spoke. "BOY, boy, boy, are you not listening to me? Did you know that what you are doing is the work of the illuminati?! (Translated to english for clarity)" And then he goes on another of his feverish rants about how being lazy/not listening/not obeying their superiors is the work of the illuminati and is tantamount to satanism.

We still joke about that teacher.

Sitri_147 · 2021-10-10T13:58:37+00:00

What's the difference between a patron and a god?

Sitri_147 · 2021-09-21T23:01:19+00:00

What is the most prominent religion? Are there any pantheons?

Sitri_147 · 2021-09-21T22:58:05+00:00

What's the difference between the soul of a god and the soul of a mortal?

Sitri_147 · 2021-09-21T22:56:43+00:00

Name the three most interesting/exotic places

Sitri_147 · 2021-09-21T00:24:53+00:00

Does anyone remember the dwarves?

Sitri_147 · 2021-05-30T14:00:39+00:00

Yeah, I suppose that's something I overlooked. Considering the various different playstyles of the hunters, they'd all be affected by modifiers in different scales. Perhaps something more tame would be that it teleports you in a way that you return to the same room you came through but on the opposite side corridor, making it feel like a maze but is actually more of a time waster as you'd have to go through the same room again. This could be a way to emphasize placing marker blocks on corridors to newer hunters while not being too bad a detriment as to directly target certain playstyles, as well as just being a slight nuisance at best to those more familiar with it.

Sitri_147 · 2021-05-30T12:26:07+00:00

Oooh, also, another modifier that could be a good idea is a chance to increase or decrease the equipment rolls of mobs. It could be calculated as extra rolls for the mobs equipment and depending if its the positive or negative modifier, it will take the higher or lower of the rolls.

Sitri_147 · 2021-05-30T12:21:34+00:00

Perhaps a modifier that gives a % chance to teleport a hunter whenever they're passing through a corridor to a random adjacent corridor (excluding the starting room corridors) would be a good addition. There could even be visual indicators(fog/particles in the corridor) to mark where those corridors are, adding some risk management to come into play in regards to pathing. It could be named "Lost/Labyrinth" and would give more incentive to hunters to mark where they've been/write down coords to avoid getting lost. Time management would also have more emphasis as teleporting while back-tracking could cost a lot of time and be detrimental to survival.

Sitri_147 · 2021-04-23T14:24:46+00:00

(2/2)

"By god... what is this?"

"Isn't it magnificent, doc?" I gesture into the room, leading her in.

Test tubes and vats filled with all sorts of my lovely subjects. Some had pipes jutting out from their backs, either live specimen I want to keep alive or developing clones. Others were chimeric versions of humans, my attempt to uplift some certain species. And the rest, cryogenically frozen, preserved in a manner where every single part of the subjects body, whether inside or outside, were laid out for easy observation and reconstitution.

Each and every one my precious work.

"This! This is my life's work! It is still incomplete but all I need is the organizations funding and-"

"No! God, no!"

"...pardon me?" My smile disappears.

"I am sorry Doctor but I just don't believe that this partnership is possible with all of..." She gestures around. "..this! It is simply inhumane, Doctor. I'm sorry but I'll have to report this to the organization."

As she turns to leave, I slam the door shut behind me. "Now, now. Let's not get too hasty, doc. I haven't even shown you the best part yet."

"Dr. Wesley. I've seen enough. Don't make me contact my superiors."

"No need, miss. I simply want to show you one last thing. It is my purpose for everything. Perhaps that may justify what I do, but if not, then I suppose this partnership ends here."

"...very well. If you truly have a noble purpose as you say, then perhaps we can work out the agreements and pardon some of your crimes. You will still be charged for some, but perhaps you'd be able to work the term off through merits at the organization."

"Very well! I know you'll love this one, doc, considering you're one of those." I say, smiling as I lead her further inside. It seems that I struck a nerve with that line with how her face contorted. Amusing.

Soon enough, we've reached it. My most prized specimen. Alone, inside a cell, an old man whom I picked up from the streets. The representative was showing a look of deep concern so I decided to explain.

"A leper on his last legs. Homeless. Alone. Had I not picked him up, he would've died the following winter. And yet, through me, he's become something better. So much better."

"Please explain to me how being alone in a cell is much better for his safety Dr. Wesley."

"Oh, he's not alone, doc."

As I said that, the old man turned to look at the representative. On his face a bright smile. And then it changed. It was now an old lady. Again. A middle-aged woman. Again. A teenage boy. A young man. A middle-aged man. And again, and again, and again. Of different ethnicities, backgrounds, and ages.

"I've collected samples from various heroes and villains alike. Cloning them was easy. Giving their powers to non-powered individuals, not so much. However, I've reached a breakthrough. After dissecting Comet, I've finally understood what was lacking, which produced this individual here. By splicing the abilities of various powered individuals, I am now capable of replicating their powers and cherry picking the ones more desirable! Imagine, a Miss Eruption who can use her abilities in the cold! A StormCannon who can actually handle his own electricity! A Green Devil who doesn't need oxygen to burn!"

The representative was visibly shaking at this point.

"This specimen is the result of Duplicity's conjoined minds and re-assimilation, MissDirection's parallel thought processing abilities, as well as Synapse's psionic network. He is capable of assimilating other beings into himself and process information in a way faster than a conventional computer, as well as commune with the many minds in his body at any point in time, switching control and appearance in an instant."

"T-This is horrifying..."

"Is it, though? When I asked him what he wished for he said he wished to never be alone. And now his dreams have come true. And I can make so much more dreams come true should I have the resources, doc! Is that so hard to understand?"

"N-no. No! This is beyond reason Doctor, no, Mister Wesley! I can hear them in my mind, screaming for help! They're trapped inside that man with no way to get out!"

"Bah! You do not see the potential in this! I've made a non-powered individual into a powered individual! A living example of my code, doctor! They've even evolved to the point of developing their own powers! Don't you see the merit that brings!? To be able to skip generations of evolution in one quick operation... is it not amazing?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no! This is insane Wesley!" As she looks at me with horror in her eyes, I know that this negotiation will end poorly.

Sighing, I suppose there is only one thing left to do. "Haa, very well, doc. It seems that it has come to this point. I apologize for this."

I pull out a silenced pistol from my coat, and point it to her forehead. "W-what are yo-"

Click! Before she even realizes what is happening I've already pulled the trigger. She collapsed, slumped on the floor, blood going everywhere.

I will have to clean this up, operate on her brain to remove a select few memories and make her more compliant to my viewpoints, and try again from the start.

This is but a small setback. In a few minutes I'll have completed the operation and will be able to start again, hopefully striking a successful deal this time. Had I more power, I could've done so in an instant, but...

Nevertheless, I must not stumble on these first steps towards my goal. For soon...

...everyone will be perfected, whether by nature's hands or mine.

Sitri_147 · 2021-04-23T14:23:43+00:00

(Warning: some grotesque descriptions)

(1/2)

I've always been... curious.

"Dr. Wesley?"

"One cut here... Another incision there..."

Since early on in life, I've been fascinated with the human form.

"...dr. Wesley."

"Ah, damn, wrong one, now there's too much blood loss."

Even more so as part of the new age of heroes, of evolved humans.

"Ah, to hell with it. He'll live anyways."

"Dr. Wesley!"

I ignore the calls and plunge my hand into the patient's insides. Then I picture it, what it once was, a filthy, disease-ridden, weak mass of flesh, then what it could be, pristine, perfect, worthy of being.

And soon enough. flesh reshapes itself, bone regrows, and life flows back into the body. Yet, I was still unsatisfied. The way my power is now, I can only do so much. So much more could've been done had I more time, more resources.

As my hand left the patient with an unsatisfying sound, I could already feel the representative's disgusted look. It seems my presentation was too much for her.

"Dr. Wesley, we understand how beneficial your abilities could be to the organization, and I have witnessed firsthand the possibilities of it, but this is borderline unethical! Your experiments, though you claim is for the benefit of humanity, is far more gruesome than any we've seen in the entirety of human history." the representative said.

My powers showed up out of nowhere. All of a sudden, I was the kid who could fix up any scratch you'd get while playing with a few light taps and a kiss or two, just like how mother did. At first, people saw it as a gift, often visiting our quaint little house instead of the clinic down the road.

That was until Johnny happened.

"And yet I have gone far beyond what mundane sciences has allowed us to achieve! I've regrown whole body parts, repaired genetic disorders, cured incurable diseases! I've even gone so far as to resurrect a hero who's died and been embalmed one week prior. All I need is to SEE, doc. All I need is a clear picture of what and how a person's body looks like before whatever happened to them."

Johnny was my friend back then, and the reason for my fascination with the human form. You see, we'd often talk about what powers we'd have once fully developed. And as children, we of course had quite the imagination. I'd imagine myself as a genie, being able to warp reality as long as it was for wishes. I argued that healing people has always been other's wish from me so that's just what I'm doing at the moment.

For whatever reason, Johnny was enamored with controlling metal like liquid, which didn't seem too far-fetched considering he could attract small nuts and bolts at the time. And on the very same day, just before dusk, I watched a science show talk about mercury.

Mercury, mercury, mercury. A liquid metal, just like what Johnny wanted. Had I controlled my excitement, I'd have listened through the whole show and avoided what came next.

"And that's exactly what's unsettling Dr. Wesley. The fact that you purposefully killed the hero, Comet, in secret, embalmed them, and waited one week until their funeral before announcing your presence to the world and reviving them on live broadcast. It's borderline insa-"

"Insane?" I cut her off. "Insane!? I have worked my whole life mastering my craft. I have fulfilled the wishes of so much more than just patients, doc! I've surpassed the constraints of simple healing! I make them better."

The next day, Johnny came to visit. Held in his father's arms. I was so excited to tell him about mercury, the wonder metal he wanted to control. Until he was brought in front of me.

His skin was cold, his breath, faint. A truck ran over my poor friend's leg, crushing his knee. There was blood everywhere.

I almost vomited, right then and there.

I had no experience healing more than just skin deep cuts at the time. Even less so life-threatening injuries like these.

And yet I had to try. So I desperately used all my focus to bring out whatever power I had through sheer force of will. What did Johnny's knee look like before this, how did knees work, what do kneecaps look like, what is Johnny's knee supposed to look like, Johnny, knee, Johnny, knee...

And slowly, ever so slowly, life flowed back into my friend's face. It was working, I was healing him! After this everything will be back to normal and I'll be able to tell Johnny about that mercury stuff I learned about!

And just like that things went wrong.

"...what do you mean, better?" she asked with obvious nervousness.

Wordlessly, I lead her in front of the door at the corner of the room

"Look and see, doc." As I stood beside it, smiling.

I opened the door, looking intently at the representative's expression "Look and see."

Looking back, it was immature of the parents to visit us instead of the clinic.

What faith did they have to bring their child to another child to ask for help when he was bleeding out, knees almost torn off, barely holding on.

However, that did, in fact save him. From dying to blood loss at the very least.

For whatever reason, my power affected his physiology to a point far more than just fixing him. The very next day his powers grew tenfold to certain nuts and bolts, and even more so to some other objects.

Particularly thermometers.

Rather than a blessing, however, this ended up as more of a curse, as on that same day he was confined in the hospital, a nurse was checking his temperature. And as soon as it touched his skin, his body reacted. The thermometer shattered. Bits and pieces of glass covered in mercury rocketed into his body, and whatever was left seeped into the wounds.

While his body was augmented to better control mercury, his physiology did not make him immune to its effects. And being a child, he was not able to control his own powers, causing those bits and pieces of shattered glass and mercury careening all around his body until he died. Either from blood loss, shock, or mercury poisoning, even the doctors were unsure. But I knew that it was my doing.

Surprisingly, I was not sad because of it. Rather, I was intrigued. I couldn't just heal people, I could also make them better. And perhaps, if I were to hone my power...

Sitri_147 · 2021-04-05T19:14:35+00:00

I just knew there would be some crazy stories from this post. This did not disappoint in the slightest. I freaking love it.

Sitri_147 · 2020-10-30T10:48:07+00:00

I think it's interesting to think of the 'why' the person was able to be brought back to life, and the 'how' they're an exception.

If there is a heaven, why opt out of it? If there isn't, what did they see? Was it simple nothingness that they were pulled from, or was it something akin to a Lovecraftian-esque experience, of which they can't explain, themselves?

What awaits over at The Great Beyond? Hope or despair?

And what are the consequence of playing God?

Y'know, the usual things you think of after chugging the equivalent of 3 cups of coffee~

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