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Herein lies the true and faithful account JED1605, as validated by the Historical Society of Mistrall's one true Oracle. Any notary violation shall be persecuted under the authority of the Aequalis. --- Before we begin, it should be noted that deception lies in wait, and that the heart is false. The fates of the characters written within are tied to your hands, dear readers. And the events... well, I will leave them up to you. --- Atlas's life has been unforgiving since the day he was born. Cursed by supernatural strength, his future was bound by the hands of his unforgiving master. Until a series of murders descended on his once peaceful town. Blamed for his negligence, Atlas was sent to the Pits - a deadly fighting arena orchestrated by the underground market. Either he has to fight his way to the top, or die. Just as he thought his life would come to a brutal end, a mysterious knight reveals himself to be searching for the one true Aequalis - him. A simple account, right? Yet the ink seems to underlate, coming to life. Something is wrong, something is trying to rewrite our beloved - What is this? A girl?

by : herbie "No game has a single player, unless, of course, you're playing online." Leticia Alvarez Garcia has spent nearly half of her twenties trying to make the life of Oliver Daire, the occupant of the apartment below her, miserable. Everyday, she'd prank him, and everyday he'd storm up, and everyday they'd fight. Until she returns from a week long work trip. • Finding out that her boyfriend's a douche and breaking up, losing an important sales client, ruining her favorite tote bag and getting into trouble with her beloved boss, Leticia has had the worst week. The only solace she can find is in pranking Mr. Daire downstairs. But she pranks him, and he never comes up.

A Poem book following dark themed word prompts. See my profile for different themed poems! Also, the word prompts are dark themed, but the poems themselves aren't necessarily dark. Some are actually quite the opposite, you might be surprised, considering the words I have to include. Ps. My poems are not necessarily a reflection of myself, my life, my thoughts, or my feelings. Please do not fear for my sanity 💀 "...I hear it in the Wilted Roses, Hoping on a dead romance. Left to dry up on the doorstep, Without a second glance..."