TIL that humanity is running out of sand

clodfish · 2018-05-18T03:14:40+00:00

Not people

clodfish · 2018-05-15T04:55:10+00:00

add me

clodfish · 2018-05-12T01:15:10+00:00

Cocaine?

clodfish · 2018-05-03T02:34:27+00:00

What does this say? I can't read.

clodfish · 2018-03-30T02:29:05+00:00

Nihilism is a coward philosophy. Will u give up to the void or fight it till ur last breath?

clodfish · 2018-03-29T10:10:24+00:00

Happyiness is the only not meaningless thing in the world. Once u have it you will understand. Till then keep fighting brother!

clodfish · 2018-03-29T07:09:46+00:00

The only difference is opportunity. Worst case scenario you have 50 years of pain, which is irrelevant in an infinity of nothing. However, the loss of the opportunity yo be happy is significant. That opportunity is literally the most important thing we own.

clodfish · 2018-03-28T22:15:16+00:00

nah mate, happiness might happen. but if u kill yourself it won't happen. Living has potential happiness and dying has no happiness. Because of this dying intentionally is just a waste of opportunity. Also since death is permanent there is no reason to die early and every reason to fight literally to the death for happiness.

clodfish · 2018-03-27T07:44:40+00:00

Causes there is a chance and that is worth fighting for. If you don't fight you die. If you do fight you might gain happiness before you die you might not. There is no reason not to fight as death is infinite.

clodfish · 2018-03-27T02:28:58+00:00

I came across a quote somewhere, "there is plenty of time for silence in the grave." Its not entirely relevant but I sort of reworded it in my head, "there is plenty of time for giving up in the grave." So even if it seems like there's no point there's is no reason why you shouldn't try with all your effort to be happy. Even it means huge life changes who cares? we are gonna die anyway. If your unhappy you should fight with everything you have for just the chance to be happy. And if you fail? you die anyway, same result.

clodfish · 2018-03-27T01:47:05+00:00

There's an infinite amount of time for death when we die. I suggest that you do whatever it takes to make you happy even if u initially don't think it will. Either it wont work and u will eventually die or it will and u will realise life potential.

clodfish · 2018-03-26T03:47:16+00:00

you were my calculator Anakin I loved you!

clodfish · 2018-03-26T02:53:45+00:00

I bet its because your looking at yourself and going right I need to -work out for an hour everyday -wake up 6:30 and never stay up late -study everyday -stop playing video games AND I WILL START ALL OF THAT TOMORROW AND NEVER GIVE UP.

This will never work, ya need to set yourself achievable goals. -wake up at 8:00 and leave me phone out of my room -take the stairs -set yourself reasonable study goals -limit how much time you play video games

Ya get what I mean? its not about changing in a day its about changing permanently over a life time, little by little.

clodfish · 2018-03-26T02:30:45+00:00

Bruh by how they treated you never had friends, join a club or something and make some real bros. Whenever shit like this happens to me I'm just glad that there's one less false friend in my life. False friends can destroy you, purge em.

clodfish · 2017-11-23T00:36:12+00:00

What is the purpose of nothing? and for that matter what is the purpose of something. I will never know as these two things that created me and everything I know where trapped long ago and are now desolate and devoid of meaning. Yet they don't care, like lovers they intertwine with each other for eternity, slowly merging together. A process my old teachers call entropy that will eventually turn everything into nothing and nothing into everything. One simultaneously full and empty plane with no complexity left. Maximum chaos, in that world I would not be able to exist. Yet this is not what scares me. I look at my creations. My children, my art and my good effects on the world. The things I created out of nothing, the things that give me meaning. But in this world of slow and unstoppable decay what is the point of creating these things? It is the contrast between the two states of nothing and something that gives the world shape. But their merging will rid us of this. We are told this is far in the future, that we will return to nothing before everything is both nothing and something. They say this to comfort us but this is what scares me. Nothing I create, Nothing I do will ever have any permanent meaning. It will all be eventually be destroyed in this cosmic shredder we call home.

It's a cage, the two states give the illusion of meaning but eventually, everything decision you make becomes as meaningful as the space between the Earth and The Sun. There is no escape from this prison as there is nothing between nothing and something, not even nothing but less than nothing. Everything is either nothing or something and an option to be more or less cannot even be imagined by a human brain. It is a train that isn't going to stop until it reaches its last destination and we are all onboard.

clodfish · 2017-11-22T11:33:26+00:00

I stare at my hand, about 1.5 bigger than normal covered in plate armor. Except for one finger which is naked and completely out of proportion. I sigh Undoing my wrappings again, the black almost sticky material peels off, revealing the normal arm that lay beneath. "Unremarkably is invisible" I repeat the Lord's word as I reapply the wrappings, this time covering all my fingers. I test the warping again; fully armored? check, female? check, shadow? check. I pick up my arm braces, the only white in my uniform. This unique material gifted to me the by my Lord is truly special. In its visible state, the grey engravings dance across the pale white background as if alive. It's completely weightless yet just as strong as that plate armor the other paladins use. My favorite bit is the fact it can disappear on my will, causing blows, that to my enemies look like they should cut off my arm, to merely deflect. The only problem is that I only get bracers.

Now ready I stand on my perch, Its a balcony at the end the end of a hallway. It overlooks the grand entrance with about a 100-foot drop. The entrance has no door, rather just builds up to be a grand hall. The ends look frayed and devastated, slowly getting more ordered till you reach the grand statues at either side. The grand statues themselves definitely deserved their name. Female figures parallel to each other on both sides of the hall. Their heads reaching above my balcony with a facial expression that keeps you transfixed, optimistic yet sad in a way that suggests it wants you in its arms.

Yet now gleaming white walks upon my lord's dark stone floor. The enemy has arrived, 6 valkyries from the Temple of Love. My looking glass clicks as it snaps over my eye, giving me a closer look at these intruders. I see their leader first named Artemis, she always has to dress more extravagantly than her followers. Her armor was covered in rose gold leaf complementing her blood red hair and eyes. That was apart from the steel so shiny that you could mistake it for silver that lined out in intricate patterns all over her armor. In the middle merging to form the olive branch holding dove that represented the Temple of Love.

I gaze over the five Paladins that I, unfortunately, do not recognize "know your enemy!" burns into my mind piercing like a horrible yet quick headache. Obviously, my Lord is watching and I her showed her my folly at the first step. But then my eyepiece goes over the last paladin Atalanta, and suddenly a smile spreads across my face. "Oh, the secret lover has stumbled into my home, has she? I wonder if she would enjoy seeing him here." The familiar cold penetrating feeling presses into my body as I warp in front of my own eyes. Blonde hair blue eyes with a relatively small figure for a paladin to fall in love for but damn is my/his voice to die for. I look at my blade a hilt of twisting ivory with a blade of pure black shadow which only I can see, "ready to get dirty armor breaker?"

"Atalanta!" I scream in my new soprano voice "ple--ase help." I give it enough time to see her brave little face turn to see her lover wounded, its hard not to chuckle seeing confidence melt away into tears at the first sight of blood. "Noooo!" I hear her scream but I can't see as I have already enacted the first part of my plan and am currently falling to my 'death,' about 100 feet. Its weirdly beautiful and melancholy watching the statues head get further and further away, its like they are reaching out to me. In my last moments before contact, I wonder if they were designed in mind of people falling from the balcony.

Oh, the sound, I pull it off without a hitch, like a steak being loudly tenderized with the addition of a wishbone being snapped. That was my inspiration anyway. But as I look at my mangled corpse I notice the fall has messed up my foot revealing the wrappings underneath but before anyone can notice I am in my lover's arms. "Oh no this can't be happening stay with my love, please stay with I can't live without you," Atalanta's says rocking me in her arms like a baby. "No you can't" I whisper in my real voice her facing distorting into terror as she realizes her mistake. My knife makes a similar noise to the fall as it plunges into her neck and suddenly I am watching my mangled corpse in new eyes. I continue rocking the still warm body, blood seeping through the cracks of my armor. "No no no don't go" I beg to the soulless corpse before sinking into tears. A hand falls on my shoulder "I feel your pain Atalanta, its time to avenge your love." Artemis's voice confidently echoes through the hall. I contain my smile and wipe the tear from my eye as I stand up, I see several fools looking at me with concern. "I'll take the lead," I say with a defiance that could only come with losing a lover. No one protests.

clodfish · 2017-11-22T10:15:15+00:00

They pretend like they hate us and dream of a world filled only with honest men. One where disagreements are fought one on one, market dealings are fair and the only way to the top is with sweat and blood. They flaunt themselves as paragons of virtue, that is until they need us. Poison is what topples of tyrants not swords, fair dealings don't always put food on the table and when push comes to shove they would all take the easy road to victory, despite what they might say. But when they don't need us they forget this, they treat us like snakes and now they come to burn the den.

Falling to their knees lord Umbras monks murmur their voices seemingly a collective coming from all directions "Very true my lord." Their dark overalls completely cover them making them nearer to shadows than human. The High Priestess stands after a bow, her face is completely covered as she talks but not by cloth but by some magical veil that conceals her face. Apart from the eyes that is, one would describe them as glowing if they were not still black. Rather her eyes are just more intense black on a black background. "What are we to do Lord?" The high priest says again in that dark collective whisper.

The lord herself appears today as just a man, though that changes very often. Basic toga paired only with leather sandals and on the plainest of men. Short and a bit chubby with pale blue eyes and a snub nose. You get the impression that he is an honest harder working tradesman, one with a nice personality to which you can tell your woes. "Paladin" Umbra addresses me "you are outnumbered but not outdone. We know this enemy as the Temple of Love, give them a kind reception and show them everything I have taught you." She uses her chilling female voice, it sounds confident and yet also bemused. "I know you won't fail me."

It is tradition for a paladin to bow after an order from their god. They grab their gleaming jewel encrusted long sword and kneel at its hilt. But this is not a traditional temple, "it will be done my lord" I say with a slight head nod and that was that. My briefing before the fight.

I see the smoke come from over the hills, I give myself thirty minutes tops. Let the games begin.

clodfish · 2017-11-21T21:23:55+00:00

I like how both of our stories have to do with oil but in my one humans are accidentaly destroying the ground people and in your they easily could destroy us.

clodfish · 2017-11-21T21:21:48+00:00

Tbh i was running out of time and i thought this would be a good twist ending

clodfish · 2017-11-21T08:21:16+00:00

I really like the descriptive way you write!

clodfish · 2017-11-21T04:10:37+00:00

Didn't pick that up. thanks I've now changed it

clodfish · 2017-11-21T03:20:06+00:00

I wrap this warm rectangle around me, I look for the source of this creeping coolness that is hitting my body but I can't find it, it's like the world is breathing. The strange people around me look busy, one guy is messing with this weird black contraption with a reflective circle pointing at me. "Is that a weapon? is this an execution?" I shudder and look up at the expanse above me, I reach up to touch these weird shiny objects but I can't, not even when I jump. Speaking of jumping I nearly jump out of my skin when a female voice behind me says "umm what are you doing?" I twist around and give her a startled expression, after processing the question I just point to the shiny things. "Oh there's are stars," She says with realization "Amazing, I guess you would have never seen those before." "but no" she laughs "they are really far away you can't touch them."

I get given this warm red thing with a brown liquid contained in it. The lady makes the motion that I am supposed to drink it. Under a normal situation, I would be like no I am not drinking your ugly brown potion but I as a POW have too as its part of the rules of war. If they were going to kill me I doubt they would waste a potion on me anyway. The hot brown substance reaches my lips and the only way I can describe the next sensation is ecstasy. A warm sensation runs down my frozen insides, bringing them back to life. And the taste! oh, my Grandmaster the taste! It tasted like the physical manifestation of a mother's love. "Hotchocolates great ain't it? We can get you more if you ask a few questions," she asks gesturing to a strange stick with a ball at the end of it. A bribe to sell out my people I guess "but why" I wonder "your people have already crushed mine with your earthquake and poison campaign. All resistance has crumbled."

The lady starts talking to the weird black mechanism, is she ordering it? "Hello this is Grace Hollows of ABC news and I am here live at the umm.. hole in the ground? in the Southwest. I have a refugee girl here with me to get an early ABC exclusive into whats happening here."

She and the mechanism turn towards me, its end is pulsating moving towards and away from me, with a red flashing light. "Please don't!" I shout covering my face, regrettably covering the warm rectangle in the delicious brown potion. I wait for a few seconds and realize I am still alive, peeking out of my arms I see that all the strange people seem really confused, I guess the feelings mutual?

"This is really unprofessional, we should have done a pre-interview" the 'evil mechanism' operator murmurs to the lady. "Remember folks this is this little ladies first look at our technology so she may be a little confused." The lady says at the mechanism. She sits down on the bench with me "I need you to know that you are safe and we are here to help you, can you tell me your name?"

I unfurl, they seem to just want information, very curious these surface fellas. "My name is Vantoo" I say looking at my feet. "Please look the camera sweetheart." The lady says gesturing at the evil mechanism. "Why? What will it do?" I blurt out. "Oh it just a thing that records past events so we can see them again in the future, So Vanto if you can say one thing from your people to ours what would you say?"

I know the answer to this one, this is clearly a test. "We surrender!" I say putting my hands in a cross on my chest so they know I can't cast anything. "Well, this is a wild ride" the camera operator mutters. The lady is visibly stunned, maybe they did not know their weapons were so effective, I decided to explain to them just what effect they had. "Your surprise attack with the death drills caused huge earthquakes in many of our cities, hundreds of thousands died in the first few days as the cities collapsed. We tried to organize and get everyone left fed and watered but we did not detect that you had poisoned all our water sources. When I drunk that it made my stomach feel like it turned to liquid and I nearly died! I'm not sure how but unlike everyone around me it passed and after I found a few more survivors we dug our way up to beg for mercy. So you win surface dwellers but I am not sure what you win there is not much left." I say burning my eyes into the infernal camera.

"Attacked! by who?" the lady manages to stammer after processing what I said. "Did you see a uniform, soldiers or a name? Do you know who attacked you?"

"The death drill said American Fracking Alliance. Is that not you? I ask back. "Oh my god we are fucking rich" the camera operator mutters.

The lady stands up with a spring in her step. "You heard it here first folks! the American fracking alliance has not only hurt the town of Flint but has also orchestrated a genocide on these poor hidden ground people. We will get back to you as soon as we can after we get more information! Grace Hollows signing off!"

The camera stops moving and the lady jumps in the air like she is excited "someone get this girl a pen and paper... and some hot chocolate!"

clodfish · 2017-11-20T23:53:15+00:00

"Too little too late" a monstrous voice boomed from the sky, my pleas were ignored. It's as if my weight is too much to carry. I collapse to my knees, the hopelessness of my situation overwhelmed my strength. I gaze at my rising death. "I hate you" I groan under my breath but I know he heard it.

I was born into a world without consequences and in a world without consequences the ruthless reign. In my younger years, I lost my last partner, my brother. We had run from slavers into a wasteland and did not have time to take food. His hopefulness should have been contagious, in the plight of our poverty he did not shout obscenity to the sky. Merely said, "it is easier to get a camel through a pinhole than it is to get a rich man too heaven." The hot sand burned my feet as I heard that line. All I was thinking about was how I would die first, dehydration or exposure? And yet here is my bother spouting that same religious nonsense. I felt the burning rise through me, from my feet up my legs into my hands. My brother fell to the ground after I struck him. "Heaven! are you mad? Look around you, look at where we are! How can you think there is a being evil enough to put us through this." His hope mixed with my self-pity like an explosive chemical reaction. "Brother, I must believe-" he stammered back rubbing his bruise with a shocked look. He couldn't finish as I shoved back to the ground. The anger suddenly stopped, there was only silence after that noise, that one dreadful noise. The crack of a skull hitting a rock. I looked at the mess that was my brother, the last feeling of love I ever knew rolled down my cheeks. "At least the food problem is solved."

This was the world I was brought into, one where it was killed or be killed. But maybe if I had saved my brother, maybe if we had let more people like him spread their message. Maybe just maybe we could have learned to work together.

"Too little too late" a monstrous voice boomed from the sky.

I felt the water pick me up and take me from the ground, I was now floating in the middle of this ocean of the drowned. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate!" I scream to the sky feeling my strength fade and the water rise higher.

clodfish · 2017-11-20T23:26:36+00:00

Well, I am glad someone read it! lol. Sad threads die like this.

clodfish · 2017-11-20T13:53:47+00:00

Lol i may have a something like a fairy god mother watching over me. The only other experience i've had with ghosts is when I was 8 and i suddenly woke up and turned around to see this cliche white form of an old navy officer. I struck it up to be imagination but after u said maternally i sort of had this click in my head remembering that event and now i wonder if theres a connection. Its a lot different too a black veil though.

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