Name:The Grey Knight
Age: 17
School: The World but mainly TP
Hates: everything i dislike
Likes: everything that i like
Hobbies:guitar, my games ,reading


A new watch face and a new outward face. The game is on. A couple of interesting subjects to contend with though not that bad. The challange should prove interesting when things get truely started. Hopefully it wont get too interesting though. That might prove fatal. A new strategy is in place to tackle them. I wonder how it will fare. Should fair fairly up to expectations. Better than the previous ones is pretty much guarenteed anyway especially since the previous ones involved the stretching of attentions and spreading of resources. Too much spreading. Spreading would have been ok if the resources were getting back resources that could be used but its ok. Lessons must be learnt anyway. Dammit. 2 weeks before the full plan can be implemented. By then things would get a lot worse already. Hopefully maintainance would be able to maintain before the 2 weeks are up. I will not divide my attentions on other things again. better to use the resources for more lucrative ventures.dam..thinking properly, my attentions would still be divided. But at the very least it would not be so bad and the areas that need attention would recieve proportionate amounts of my attention. Lets see how this goes.

It took me over three years to get my foundation there. Over the years, the foundations were worn out by time and the elements. I never got back to the foundation again. I moved on and began creating castles in the sky, all of which fell to the ground in the most destructive ways possible, destroying the floating castles that were beneath them.

Over time, I forgot about the foundations. This proved to be my worst mistake. But with everything, everything returns in time. I have rediscovered my foundations. It is time to start building on them once again. Know this : I will not be the same again. But this is not a bad thing. In fact it is quite the opposite. Right. Time to begin construction.

A new way of life, a new sense of the world around. he walked around with a new footing, sure yet unsure. When he began his previous war path, he knew it would eventually come to an end, even though it had felt that it would never end and that everything would the just the same stuggle day by day. He had been in that war for so long that he had completely forgotten what he knew at the beginning, though circumstances have forced him to remember them.

He took on a new master and a new way of life. It was just the way of life. Everything began and will end or have already ended, allowing something new to begin.

he was sure that the previous wars had been put behind him. This was eviden in the way he looked around him, the slightest stance. And yet, the shattering of peragus V has shocked him utterly. Suddenly, old foes had surrounded him once again. Caught offguard, he took some time to properly establish a proper defense and hit back. He managed to blast them back into the oblivion in which they belonged to.

He would have to be more alert and careful next time. Hopefully his new way of life would allow the psat to remain in the past and no longer haunt him.

Its great to just step back for awhile and realise that everything we do is ultimately for nothing. Death will claim us all but even then, its merely a transition. Victory is but the prelude to the next battle. How did I manage to live the past chapter of my life like this? I won, yes, but I gained nothing. If I gained nothing, how can it be considered a victory? But it is and will be remembered as one , though I have no idea why. The trial by fires were passed and well done to some standards but horribly done to mine. The knowledge, though gained, were useless and not put to use. What use is knowledge if not put to use? what use is a fork if it cant peirce the food? what use is mind if its constantly wasted on unimportant things?

being thrown into the emperyean has shown me this. And more. No longer will I accept the use of my mind to accomplish tasks that even a mere cub could accomplish. I've better things to do. Be like the smoke. choke and confuse your enemy, but dissipate when he attacks. The calming of the mind shows things you have never dreamed of. But, the body must also be trained and well developed for the mind to be of any use. One without the other is defeat. Time to stop messing around and begin anew. The stage is set. The previous chapters have been closed. It is time.

As he fought through the wastelands of subsector Aurelia, he knew that he was dying. As he speared the foe that was in front of him, he knew that he knew it all along. Even as he had battled across the different time zones and periods of time, he knew that it was so. He no longer cared who he attacked. Only a few could stop him from attacking and have that little life shine back into him. But then again, this was war. In war, people killed, and people died. There was no exception. Either kill, or be killed. So much killing had to have an effect on people. Himself was no exception. Everytime he saw another's eyes dim out, another part of him died. Back then, he was terrified. Now, he no longer cared. In face, death seemed a nice prospect in this hell hole. There was nothing else to do except fight and fight somemore.

He felt as if he was dying, or died. But he could move as he woke up. Then again, where was he?
This was not where he lay down to rest last nite. hmm.. this was curious. He felt a strange tug at his back as he reached behind it to see what it was. It was straight....sharp at one end...handle at the end. Hmm? A knife? So he WAS dead! But then how could he be standing up straight and even thinking that he was dead then. And how could he hear the horses that seemed to be coming from the horizon?

he took one good look around him for the first time and wondered in amazement as he could see the horizon, stretched from the endless plains of glassland. This was definitely not where he lay down last night.Hmm.. this was curious indeed. He plucked out the knife and and expected to see , or at least feel blood flow. But none flowed. He touched the end of the knife and pricked himself. Ouch! Blood began to flow. But then.. then how come his back was whole? The knife was there just a few minutes ago!

He gazed towards the direction of the sound of the hoofs as the first riders came into view. Demi lancers? where on earth was he? The first rider galloped right up next to him, looked down and began to talk. He saw his mouth move but he could not hear what he was saying. The rider turned around as he looked as well. A horse was passed to him. So they wanted him to ride with them? why not.

He jumped up as another lancer passed him a lance and a sword. He took them and followed them as they began to ride into the distance. As he rode, he wondered who stuck that knife in him. it was not theoratically possible. He lay down to sleep last night and suddenly in the morning theres a knife stuck out of hhis back but theres no blood? maybe he was still dreaming.

Just as he was thinking, the leader of the group drew up a horn and blew hard into it. The sound was deafening and as he looked straight ahead, he knew why. Another group of horsemen were charging at them. And, it seemed he was no longer in the plains but behind a breached castle wall! he looked down and saw that he was wearing a coat of plate armour, on top of which was a coat of arms which he never saw before. In any case, if he didnt charge, he would die. He lowered his lance and rode hard forward as the rest of the group charged as well. Suddenly, there were men trailing behind him, guarding their flanks.

As his lance crashed into a figure ahead of a different coat of arms, he himself felt pushed back off his horse. He glaced down and he noticed a lance. The lance had pierced right through his armour! But then again, had it? he felt no pain, no broken body parts. As he hit the ground, he felt tired and closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, he was surrounded by white walls. As he looked down, he expected to see the lance and blood, but all he saw was this green sheet that covered him. he stood up, no longer expecting anything. the sheet stuck on to him as he realised that it was a clothing of some sort. When he opened the door of the room, he stepped onto a stage. he turned around and the room was no longer there. People were standing up and cheering! He looked down again and realised that he was wearing a tux and that people were cheering his name!

A spotlight shown onto him and he was blinded for a moment. When he regained his vsion, he saw a truck speeding towards him. He heard rather then felt the impact of the truck as he was pushed back and crushed under it wheels. He thought, now, I surely must be dead.

He eventually decided to try to open his eyes and he manage to do just that. He saw a briliant white light and he finally decided that he was definitely dead. However, the light moved off to the right and revealed a smiling face. The smiling face pulled back as the face brought food and drinks. he finally smiled and decided that he had to put and end to this before he went crazy as he took the proffered food.

That which is unknown and unseen always commands the greatest fear.
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