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I Want to Tear You Apart...

Ahem... I can finally get this off my chest after all this time.

I'm pissed off at ONE person in particular- FoxStray.

If you're reading this... ***I. HATE. You.***

Remember the time you got angry when I joined a damn chat on AJStories? What did I do to deserve THAT? Right back at you, I've got words to say in response. At least I won't get **banned** here.

And go tattle-tale all you want, Fox, but you won't change my thought.

I want to tear you apart, limb from limb, to destroy you in the worst way possible. ***YOU'RE A DAMN SMARTASS. STOP THINKING YOU'RE THE SMARTEST USER ON AJSTORIES. YOU'RE NOT.***

**YOU RUINED MY STORY WITH THAT STUPID URBAN DICTIONARY DEFINITION.**

**I WANT TO GET RID OF YOU.**

And now to myself... I need to destroy something, anything alive other than someone I love. I can't, though, or I'll go to hell to suffer. I have the urge to see real blood. There's never been a way for me to really let out my anger. The only true way would be to destroy *something.*

 I've always been the angry one, pissed off by the smallest things. Even a small lie could make me so angry that I'd probably attack. I've risked physical harm to myself and others too often. 90% of the time, I'm in my room so I won't become a threat to others. I've drawn blood before, but my anger has never been relieved. My nana and mom passed down this angry personality, and it seemingly runs through the blood of my family.

With that comes the god-awful feelings of dread. Any second now, the world could vanish before our very eyes. I must admit, it would be such a relief for the world to finally end. All these predictions were false. Why couldn't they be real? It would've been so nice.

No, I won't say everything... For now, just let me fight my own problems and I'll eventually stop the fighting, probably in a very violent way though. Even if I am half deranged, I'll die sooner or later.
Funnysun

I'm pissed off with someone. And on the "how pissed is Anna?" meter, this is a 9.8/10. Can you guess *what* or *who* I could be pissed off with this much?

Yes, a user, and whoop-de-fucking-doo, her name is Funnysun.

Should I tell you about this user? Yes? No?

I'll pretend you said yes.

Who is Funnysun? You may ask yourself, but I will reply with, "Here's her life story"

1) She's a user on AJW who is a sassy bitch. And not in that "good way" whatever the hell it is. It's a "bad way"

2) She posts a blog per day. They're all awful, just so you're aware. And she posts 20 messages a day (at the least) so she has a 1.2 posting rate per day.

3) She doesn't even know what the hell an anime actually is.

4) She claims she has bi-polar, depression, ahad, and autism all at once \***This Part May Get OFFENSIVE**\* I mean, how the hell is that all possible. I swear, I think she just wants attention to herself. Coming from someone who actually does have ADHD (does this explain why I get on wikia way too much/not enough?) I'm pretty sure this is extremely rare.

5) She thinks she's the greatest thing that happened to Wikia ever. (I'll straight-up say she's not. She's the worst thing)

6) She makes a big deal out of nothing ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

7) They don't give a shit about pronouns.

There's so, so, so much more I could say about them, but I don't feel like it. Here's their profile:

http://animaljam.wikia.com/wiki/User:Funnysun
Think.

I need to help..

Need to help...

Need..

Think Shy..

Think through the pain of the past

Figure out a FUCKING WAY SHY!

Think.. through.. the past..

Find a way to help..

Try to comfort..

But who will comfort the comfortee?

Figure it out, damnit! THINK ABOUT HOW TO FIX EVERYTHING!

THINK DAMNIT!

THINK ABOUT HOW TO FIX ALL THE PAIN YOU'VE CAUSED SHY

THINK AND FIGURE OUT A FUCKING WAY TO HELP.

Think...

Think..

Think.
Secrets

Let's be honest, we all keep things from each other.

Sometimes it's to protect someone

Sometimes it's because they never needed to know

Sometimes it's because they don't want to know.

Just know that if I keep a secret, it's for a good reason.

Maybe it's from the past and it doesn't matter now,

Maybe I don't want you knowing because you'll be hurt or shaken,

Maybe there are just some things I think about that I should be saying, but don't, because I don't deem them important enough to be said.

So if something seems wrong with someone, just think about this before trying to figure it out.
Hidden World

You know the thing called your mind, right? I certainly do. What you don't know is that despite my bubbly and energetic self you might know, hidden deep inside my head is a place I would call... home. Don't talk back to me, please... It would help if you didn't. This place I call 'home' is what you might know as a mind, and my mind is quite intresting, you see. It's very sunny and bright, endless meadows to be seen. You might spot the occasional dragon or griffon in the distance. You might spot a colorful animal frolicking in the grass. My true hidden home is like this - inspired by fantasy. But... that's only the small portion of my mind that people truly want to know. If you could enter my mind as simply as entering a room, don't go too far out of the boundaries of the beautiful mountains and meadows. I warn you - don't you want to stay happy and calm under the gorgeous blanket of sunlight? Don't you want to keep hidden from my true mind? No? Fine, I'll show it to you, but trust me, it won't be pleasant...

Beyond the 'endless' meadows is a volcanic wasteland. Every now and then a bomb might drop there as my emotions cram up inside me, ready to explode. But I hold it in because I don't want to hurt anyone. You might see a rough-looking dragon pop up from the ground, prepared to eat you alive. But it doesn't. Instead, it pushes you further into the darkness, where the lack of light could eat you whole. But no - humans are curious creatures, right? I thought so. You walked further into the wasteland, right? You did, because you wanted to know the true me. Along the way, the volcanic wasteland stopped to show plants. But they were all withering and dying. At this point, you wanted to turn back. But you know what? *Curiousity*kept you going. Now, you finally got to meet the sea. It's made of polluted tears, though. All my sadness has built up here - all the painful memories are kept. This is where memories are never forgotten. You turned back, but it was too late. Four monsters blocked your path. The rough dragon who pushed you further into the darkness. A blue serpent of near impossible size, who looks like he could suffocate you for time eternal. A multi-headed Griffon, who couldn't decide on what color it was and if it should fear. And... me. A crying dog, streams of tears flowing from her face, a cloud of guilt hanging above her head. Yet, she bore a deeply detailed spear, which somehow tugged at your heart. Slowly, we walked forward, pushing you back into the ocean. Slowly, you felt the guilt and sadness I secretly bore. Slowly, your mind was surging with negative emotion, and slowly... you drowned in it.

So... that's why you should never be curious about what truly lies in people's minds. You might as well drown in the emotions and the overwhelming information. Curiousity truly gets the best of us now... right? You might say 'yes'. You might say 'no' after reading this, too. But trust me...

*Don't ask me what's truly in my head. Please...*

*Leave me alone... I don't want help... You... You probably hate me.*
Skipperpedia

This wiki archives the many jokes of the World Famous Jungle Cruise!

## Welcome to Skipperpedia

Now featuring thirty-five years' worth of the Magic Kingdom's spiel--including its *Jingle Cruise*--and some really early Disneyland material, as well! More to come.

## Disclaimer

This is a fan site, unaffiliated with the Walt Disney Company.

## Format

In the interest of navigability, the jokes are condensed as much as possible. For example, openings like, "It looks like we've found," or, "Wow!" tend to be omitted. The same goes for over-explanations of jokes that flop. Some liberty is also taken in fixing clumsy phrasing.

Bullet points are used to display alternative punchlines and optional tags, and as a way to break up longer jokes without making them look like separate jokes.

## Updates

We've finished a major formatting update.

Now all four versions of the spiel share the same scene pages. Not only does it make this site simpler, but it also makes the spiels easier to compare and contrast, and perhaps even to create new material.

Despite our best efforts, there may be some dead links. Please let us know, and we'll fix them as soon as possible. We appreciate your patience.

## To Do

Organize the spiel by what style of humor it exemplifies. Make it easier to assemble, say, a fully absurdist spiel.

Figure out the clearest way to display recurring jokes, perhaps by giving them a page of their own.

Consider breaking down *the Jingle Cruise* sub-section into sub-sub-sections that modify other sub-sections. This sounds confusing and is a bad idea, but it's well-intentioned.

Explore different ways to format material that involves dialogue (and / or) action-descriptions. A block of text filled with brackets isn't very sightly.

Denoting whether jokes were officially in the script or not, and--if they were--what year they were introduced into the spiel.
My first real relationship

about a month ago i experieced a break up. again. we'd gone back and forth many times before, but this one felt...... different. i got no usual final message like all of the other times. i was just straight up blocked with no stated reason. i had gone completely numb at this point, and only recently was the glass bottle my emotions were put in started to crack. incredibly slowly my emotions are dripping out. i haven't been able to display any sadness on this, before now. i feel as though my mind is doing this intentionally. it's not normal i know but i'm not always in control of what goes on in my own head. i'm so sick of feeling like a puppet to my own mind. if anyone can give any advice i would greatly appriciate it. thanks in advance
21 Days, 5 Hours, 32 Minutes

Yes, I've got a countdown clock counting down the days until September 6th. It shouldn't be surprising. Not that I believe that it'll go smoothly, because I'm sure they're not done fucking with me yet. Another extension, another exile, something like that. Or perhaps not. Maybe it really will go smoothly. I can only hope. These people have no idea what five months of insanity does to you. The description I gave it remains as apt as ever. Every night it gets worse. Perhaps it's because nighttime is when we think about things the most. I've certainly had plenty of dreams of the war. I remember there was this one in which Nicole was mocking me on discord, and I remember seeing her profile picture clearly. This was a while ago. I remember asking for the game and she told me it was destroyed. I was devastated. Note, this did not happen. It was just a dream, at least I hope. In any case, other dreams with other people doing the same are quite common. There's dreams in which I'm let back and everything is fine again. I hate those a lot. But the ones I hate the most are dreams of me fighting alongside the venkons. I wake up and remember who I am. I'm not a venkon. Never was, according to some. Never will be, according to others. Perhaps that's best. There's nothing more toxic than a person you don't want in your group. I'm awaiting an end to my exile, but that certainly doesn't mean I'm rejoining the venkons. Who the hell would want me there, anyway? My "power" apparently comes from brute strength, and fuck that. There's no way in hell I'm gaining strength. I prefer strengthening my mind, anyway. I wonder how many pages I've made on this wiki. This place really is a safe haven. I'll make sure to thank Shy profusely. Well, writing has satisfied my need for interaction with the loop for now, so I'm gonna go do something else. I'll probably be back tomorrow.

Pax Tibi

-WhiteSmithy (Figured I'd adopt my new username officially)
The Definition of Insanity

You're having a normal day. Not everything is exactly as you planned, but things are mostly fine. But suddenly....

You get a text from your girlfriend. Your love, your passion, your driving force.

Something seriously bad is happening to her.

Suddenly thoughts and emotions start pouring out. You begin shaking.

You try to know as much about what's happening as possible. But it's useless.

You'd never be able to reach her and help in time....

All you can do is worry and wait, and get lost in thinking.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass. You shake more and feel sweaty.

You feel like you're gonna explode on the inside.

All these emotions and thoughts at once is too much for you.

Your eyes are darting, your shaking intensifying.

You feel the adrenaline, you desperately want to help.

Or at least, you want to know she's fine....

But all you can do is go deeper and deeper into your own insanity....

After what seems like an eternity passes, she tells you she's fine.

Congratulations, you've escaped your own madness this time.

But next time things may not be so....
Call for Winters (June 1944)

You try to yell out to Lieutenant Winters as the sergeant grabs the bayonet. As the sergeant races back towards you raising the knife, it becomes apparent that Winters didn't hear you. As you prepare for the death blow a shot rings out.

Lt. Spiers from Dog Company races over to you along with two others.

"Heard you, are you okay? Do you think you can give us an extra hand in taking the fourth gun?" Spiers quickly dictates

"Yes" you reply, not quite certain of what you just agreed to do.

You are given a Thompson M1A1 and limp behind the other five Dog Company soldiers. The fourth gun is heavily fortified and six defending Germans easily gun down the first soldiers except that Spiers leaps onto the side of the a trench out in the open and races, untouched, to the fourth gun. You stay in the trench and try to lay down the best cover fire you possibly can.

Spiers leaps into the trench while you limp in closely behind him, the only two survivors of the nine assaulting the gun. Both of you wave over the rest of Easy Company.

"Nice job back there" Spiers tells you, completely oblivious to the fact that he escaped death

"Thanks" is your reply and you feel exhaustion set in, along with the pain of walking.

You stumble your way back to St. Mere-Eglise, ditching your Thompson for an M1 Garand when a sharp retort of bullets breaks out and four men yell "SNIPER", what do you do:

Hide behind a bush and try to take out the sniper

Hide behind a cobblestone wall
Insanity of Thoughts

I can't shake these thoughts! They just keep coming and coming!

They scare me, they excite me, they burn themselves into my mind.

Of course, if anyone else saw these, they would think I really am insane.

They would think I'm gonna be a psychopath.

But how can you blame me?! It's only natural, given my obsession.

Given my state of mind....

Ugh, I guess I should try to push these away, but...I can't.

I can try and try, but there are so many thoughts

So many things to think about, like a tornado of thoughts

But this time, I CAN and I DO remember them

Obsession has that effect on you....
Good Job

Good fucking job. You asked a question that should have never been asked.

You probably ruined your already fragile relationship with her.

God fucking-

I'm so fucking sorry

I shouldn't even have spoken

I shouldn't even had questioned

I shouldn't even have done so many fucking things in this short, shitty life I have holy fuck.

I'm a huge fuckup.

I'm sorry, Lily.
第十四層

## **陣容搭配：**

**隊長閃光騎士，隊員貓妖公主+蒼白騎士，支援貓妖弓箭手+狙擊手**

和所有追擊戰打法壹樣，盡量選近戰/中程英雄，這樣的英雄爆發高。

**開戰：**

打法的話，註意壹點就好，當出現小怪的時候註意集火，大要盡可能的靠近石頭人再放。

每壹段距離有壹個夾子，BOSS踩中夾子會凍結，這時候就是放大的時機，這樣大招可以打出更多傷害，

特別是閃光騎士，可以擋在BOSS前面，對著BOSS的臉放大，傷害很高的，可以考慮用卡位方法阻止BOSS前行，

具體就是利用隊長在BOSS前站著不動，找到那個位置，BOSS會被卡主不動的，

不過要註意，不能卡太久，否則BOSS會放大震開妳們，可以卡2秒左右讓它前進壹下在卡，這樣可以延緩BOSS前進。
Confusion

Some days, everything is perfect and I know nothing will go wrong...Others, I'm as excited as hell because something amazing is to happen, others, I'm depressed because they got to me...they always do. They always think it's funny...Watching my pain. Telling everyone lies and slander, sometimes in front of my face, watching me break down from accomplishments I've done. And it's never any better once I get home. I seem to be hated more there. I can't talk to anyone because I'm forced to be someone I'm not. I'm told to do things I don't like doing. And my punishment is seclusion.

Most of the time I'm not even "stable to be around." I'm told to be heartless, a jerk, stupid, now. Last year, I was "nice, friendly, creative." It really shows how things change in three seconds. I always try to stay one way, but somehow, that "attitue" is easily copied by someone else. Thank god this year they can shut their mouth and stop copying my shit. It's always nice to know I'm unoriginal like that.

Usually, my day starts when I wake up really early, and its before sunrise. My parents work far away from home so that usually sucks. I read or play a game in the morning at breakfast, and then I'm off to hell. I always stand outside cold because my jacket doesn't cover mylegs, and I wear an ugly skirt because of godforsaken uniforms. Once I get in, I go to homeroom with the most annoying dumbasses ever who continue there slander about me. I sit, waiting, hoping for a new chance until first period.

All of my three friends are smart, and are probably going to get a scholarship, so that easily means they aren't in any of my classes. Which makes matters worse because the most shitty are in all of my classes. Whenever I do something wrong, everyone just knows how to point it out, and did I mention I get pissed easily?

The same shit goes on until lunch. I sit at the "loser" table. With freaks. Losers. The whole cliché lives on at my school. My friends are acutally nice enough to sit with me. We talk about life, games, anime, books, so on. Most of the time I'm in a bad mood, so I rant about everyone besides the people at my table. And usualy don't finish my lunch. I calm down instantly after my hunger, and then we head off to an hour of freedom.
Good enough

am i ever good enough for you? do i ever do enough? im always there for you, always

i help you through panic attacks, depressed episodes, fears, angers

ive done literally anything and everything to my abilities to make you all feel happy and needed

then why

why do you leave when you say ive helped so much

why do you stop caring whenever ive fulfilled my purpose

im not annoying, right? i dont think so... and i dont think im clingy...

i just wish someone would be fucking honest with me for once and tell me my flaws so that i could fix them

so that i can be better for you

like i wasnt better for him

i was never better for her

i cant even better myself

i feel so fuckugn broken

i cant look at a fuckung name the same way

flowers hurt to say

why does everyone leave

why

am i not good enough for you?
The Madness

Everyone has a special little point within them.

It resides deep in their mind, usually, but under more extreme circumstances it can be brought out.

The breaking point....

Few things bring me close to my true breaking point, and few things bring others close.

But if you keep getting poked at and your breaking point comes closer,

You can expect to see some differences.

More cases of snapping at people, having intense and strange or crazy (though logical to you) thoughts.

I'm sure we all have those special pokers though,

The things that could bring out our breaking points.

....

For me, it would be the possibility of losing the one closest to me,

And I'm VERY overprotective.

So if other people "like" her, that pushes my buttons already.

Obviously if they tell her that, that makes me want to go up and remind them WHO HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND IS.

If they continue to boast their feelings, that makes me want to break their faces in, brutally.

If they try to "make her their girl" in any way, I will make sure the last thing they see is their bloody eye pieces in their sockets.

....

But of course this brings up a lovely question.

What do you do when one of your friends, or some helper likes her?

Do you break that friendship if they don't obey your wishes (as long as they are rational)?

Do you attempt to make nice with the guy or get him someone else?

Or do you just do what you usually do to these people and make sure they are afraid the next 50 times they see you.

I don't know, but I'm getting very close to having to do that with certain people.
- welcome to my special h e l l -

Have you ever thought about your mind before?

Boy, I've thought of it hundreds of times. It's always repeated as I sit, as I think and other activities I do. It's all too familiar. It's all old, and I've decided to share it with you after so long.

Your mind is diverse. You think every day. You fall, you get up, you think about what happened. It's natural for everyone, even myself. Your mind must be.. diverse. You may think bad, you may think good. A sunny field with blossoming flowers. A mountain range, capped with layers of bright white snow. All the beauties of the world, right at your sight, anywhere you go- in your mind.

Now that I've said something about you, let's get to me now...

My mind is unlike yours, probably. It is a void of shadows, a never-ending spiraling staircase into a hell of visions of black and red. A world falling at your feet is what you see in my mind, my cruel imagination.

It's shattered glass. A single word can set off a nuclear bomb in my head. I can be a ticking time bomb of emotion. Booming emotions sweep by you as piano keys are hit, a terrible noise screaming through your head. Galaxies shatter behind you. The heroes and gods flee from your presence. You're engulfed by shadows in the dark

Gore is another thing I think of regularly. The sight of blood was never bothersome to me. It was rather a sight to me that was... oddly cheering me up. Guts, blood, whatever it is that has gore if it's not inappropriate, it's fine. It's common for me to think of blood, and I've been in therapy just for this.

You step in an ocean of blood. All the fish are rotting and dead. Bones line the blood, tangled in nets. A terrible scent fills the air, your lungs decaying. You can't stand the sight. You can see the staircase breaking, plunging into the thick crimson. You're stuck...

...and you're NEVER getting out.

You wouldn't be pleased with the images your eyes could come upon, unless you're someone like me. People like me understand these things. People like me know these feelings. We understand, but a ton of people don't.

*Welcome to my special hell.*
Try to Free Yourself (June 1944)

You pull as hard as possible and try to shake yourself free. The German patrol draws ever closer. You hear a small tear and keep shaking and finally, with a massive tear you are free. The Germans however seem to have noticed this effort and send a cascade of bullets your way. You try to lie as flat as possible, but it is not enough, you just made too much noise.

You take your final breath on June 5, 1944, 11:37 PM. Your mother receives the letter in the mail two weeks from now. You were one of thousands who gave their life on D-Day for a better world.

End
Roads Go Ever Ever On

*Roads go ever ever on,*

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.
-J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm back from my vacation. I'm feeling refreshed and ready to wait out the rest of my exile. Probably. Seeing as I'd get raped a new one just for posting this on anyone's talk page, I figured I'd just kinda leave this here. I'll use this page for venting later so I don't spam the wiki too much.
You Are Lonely, Aren't You?

You are lonely, am I not mistaken.

You have come here to cry, yes?

You have come here to express your feelings, right?

..no?

Why are you here then traveler?

What's this?

You say you are here.. because you need guidance?

I might be able to help.

What is this guidance for traveler?

A friend?

Hm..

Traveler, be on your way.

I have no guidance for you, but know this:

You ARE lonely, aren't you?
My Own Project

While you all work on your game, I've been meaning to make one of my own for a while anyway. I won't offer to help you because uh, I'm kinda exiled. However, I have been brainstorming ideas for my own games based around my own experience with the war. Seeing as this will help me keep my sanity for the next few weeks I'll be posting ideas here as well as updates on development. I don't expect this to go anywhere, but I need a distraction.

## Ideas

* Both "IRL" segments and "In-Wiki" segments?
* Sanity Meter?
* Paranoia Meter?
* Real users represented by pfps while "In-Wiki" and irl look outside?
* Computer serves as "portal"?
* Adopting pets gives boost to sanity/boost against paranoia?
* Different "classes"/style of play?
* Choice between Venkon and Ivich?
* Wikis shown as real locations with maps?

## Development

August 17: Literally nothing, I'm going to work on a "tech demo" of sorts first so I can get the key mechanics all sorted out. I need to find someone who can do sprite art as well because I'm fucking awful at it. I need a soundtrack as well, and I can't make music for shit either, so that'll be a problem. But for now, I'll use the defaults with the promise that I'll change it later.
May God have mercy on my soul

So, here I am. Everyone hates me and I've fucked up majorly. I've managed to piss off an immortal demon lord and now I fear for my life. I don't know what I'm going to do. I want to just end myself. I want to die. I want to grab a neck tie, tie it in a noose, and just be done with this life. I have nothing left for me here. No one wants to talk to me and no one cares that I'm suffering. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know... I'm so lonely. So... I'm going to try. I'm gonna try to die. I can't handle any of this any more. Goodbye, all of you.

Update 12:46 AM: I followed the guide to the word and yet I couldn't go unconscious for more than a few seconds. I left the noose and the note in a drawer somewhere for later. It's so hard to breathe right now, but I hope this is over soon.
Tears Of

People don't remember tears as well as they used to.

There're many kinds of tears.

There are tears of joy and of sadness. And tears of hurt and pain and stress.

But there are two tears that many people have forgotten.

'Onion Tears'

and 'Tears of Rage'.

Rage, frustration, bitterness, whatever you call it.

When people get older, they mix up 'Rage Tears' and 'Temper Tantrums' and 'Crying'.

Crying does mean to tear up, but is more specifically used to describe sorrow.

Temper Tantrums are used particularly to describe when someone is being irrational and the reason is dumb.

Rage Tears (often coming with Bitterness), however, normally has a valid point even if eventually disproven.

People do not understand tears because it is hard to see what they are bitter/happy about.

Sometimes, things happen at the worst moment....
Tabula Rasa

*Tabula Rasa*, Latin for clean slate, comes from the Latin *tabula*, meaning a wax tablet. A blank slate has a potential for everything. That's not what I'll be starting out with **by any means**. I know that much. But as September 6th approaches I think perhaps it's something I should work towards. That doesn't mean I expect my actions to just be erased from history. I don't, actions are never erased. But I do want to start a *new* image for myself in their minds. That probably doesn't make much sense. But, I'll try explaining. If you all view me as some obscene animal and know you're going to hate me before you've seen me, then you're going to despise who I am. It's simply human nature. But if you let go of the enmity you have for me because of something immature and foolish I did, at least for a while, then perhaps you'll see a difference.

I'll admit, I haven't been myself these past few days. Whereas before I could crack jokes left and right, I just can't find it in me anymore. I've been in a state of... melancholy, I guess? Sometimes it's hard to let go of your old life. I used to have friends and actively participate as a venkon. Some of you have tried to erase that fact, but the evidence *for* it is all around you. But I've realized that to have any shot at being a venkon I need to let go of that and work towards the future instead of creepily obsessing over the past. And so, I'm going to join chat that day not crying or sucking anyone's dick for forgiveness, but reconciling myself and hoping for a better future. And if you don't want that, then it's your loss. Some of you have taunted and mocked me over my exile. I extend the same hand of peace to you as I do to everyone else, though I don't expect you'll take it. And that's fine by me. School has kept me busy, something I'm very thankful for. That leaves two weeks and a day left. That'll fly by quick. I'm going to return, and I'm going to return for good. Loathe me, mock me, try to make me feel like shit. If you think your slurs are of better quality than the ones I face at school every day, be my guest. Because I finally realized my mistake. I gave a damn. I gave a damn about what you told me before. I won't make that mistake again. Come at me. And to those that have been with me throughout it all, I'm very thankful for your help. I couldn't have survived all this without you.

Well, off I go to serve the last few days of my exile.

Pax Tibi,

Smithy
Lies

If I had known things would have been so much different. I blame my ignorance and my willingness to believe that I could so something right. I caused massive damage to the one I love and those around her. I can't forgive myself for this. I never did. I never will. I have cuts on my arm because of how much I've been punishing myself. I'm underweight and I just keep losing pounds. But I know that only death will pay this price. I've done horrible, horrible things to her. I didn't even know I was causing her so much pain. She never told me. Who can blame her? I was so childish that I would've probably thrown a hissy fit. She told me she was happy to keep me happy. She told me she loved me so I didn't throw a fit. I really am the worst fucking person imaginable. I really am the most apalling thing to ever be conceived. I'm less than human. I'm less than a fucking worm. I deserve nothing but eternal suffering. I'm evil. I'm a fucking monster that deserves to be locked up in a prison cell rotting away for the rest of their miserable fucking lives. I don't deserve what I have. I don't deserve any of it. I don't deserve to be alive right now. I don't have the right to be anything but dead. I'm vermin. I'm a rat.

Why did she even let me back? I probably cause her so much fucking pain just by existing. I did things to her that would make fucking headlines on the news. I deserve to be in jail. I deserve it.
I Can't Stand This Anymore

Yep, this is fucking it.

I suck, I'm the worst.

My own fucking girlfriend is balling her eyes out and I can't help her at all....

I'm such a horrible boyfriend.

She always tells me I'm the best she's ever had, but that's not saying much.

Especially when her previous boyfriends were emotionally distant and said "I might kill you if I go crazy"

So I guess I'm the one that leaves her crying all the time now....

WOO HOO LOOK AT ME THE "BEST" BOYFRIEND EVER.

CAN'T EVEN FUCKING COMFORT MY OWN GIRLFRIEND.

...

I have so much more I'd want to say, but my pent up aggression can't be put into words.

It'd just be a compilation of me beating myself up.

And I'm sure no one wants to see that even though I deserve it so much.
Hwæt!

AARRRGHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

ITS TEARING APART MY MIND

ITS TEARING ME APART

AARGH IM IN SO MUCH PAIN RIGHT NOW

HELP ME

SOMEONE HELP ME

PLEASE HELP ME

JUST THREE FUCKING WEEKS LEFT

IM DOING THIS SO AS TO NOT BOTHER HER ON SMILEDOG

JUST THREE WEEKS

ARGH THREE MORE WEEKS OF AGONY

AGONY

IM ACTUALLY IN PAIN RIGHT NOW

SOMEONE HELP ME

PLEASE

HELP

Somebody...

Anyone?
Write My Thoughts Here

Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｉｍｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ．
Ｔｈｅｙ＇ｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｒｅａｃｈ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｉｎｇ＇ｓ ｈｉｄｅ．
Ｗｅｌｌ？ Ｙｅａｈ， ｔｈａｔ ｔｏｏ．
Ｓｅｖｅｎ ｙｅａｒｓ ｏｆ ｂｏｍｂａｒｄｍｅｎｔ ａｎｄ．．． ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ．
Ｗｅ ａｒｅ ａｌｒｅａｄｙ ｄｅａｄ．
Ａｌｒｅａｄｙ ｇｏｎｅ， ｌｏｓｔ．
Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｉｓｎ＇ｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｒｏｏｍ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｆｏｒ ｍａｓｓ ｇｒａｖｅｓ．
Ｕｐ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ ｗｅ＇ｌｌ ｇｏ．
Ｕｐｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｙｅｓ， ｗｉｔｈ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｓｉｇｈｓ．．．
Ｒｅｇｒｅｔｓ． Ｒｅｇｒｅｔｓ． Ｒｅｇｒｅｔｓ．

Ｉ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓａｙ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｆａｉｌｅｄ．
Ｉｎｄｅｅｄ， ｗｅ＇ｖｅ ｆａｉｌｅｄ ｉｎ ｓｏ ｍａｎｙ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅ ｅｖｅｎ ｍａｎａｇｅｄ ｔｏ ｍｅｓｓ ｕｐ ｄｙｉｎｇ．
Ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｇｒａｎｔ ｕｓ ｒｅｌｅａｓｅ． Ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ， ｎｏｔ ｎｏｗ．

Ｗｅ ｍｉｓｊｕｄｇｅｄ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｍａｎｉｐｕｌａｔｅ ｔｈｅ Ｆｏｌｄｓ．
Ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ， ｔｈｅ ｏｔｈｅｒｓ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ ｉｔ．
Ｔｈｅｙ， ａｔ ｌｅａｓｔ， ｃａｎ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｇｈｔ．
Ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ｄｉｄ ｗｅ ａｃｃｏｍｐｌｉｓｈ， ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ ｗｅ ｈａｖｅ？
Ｆｏｒ ｕｓ ｆｏｏｌｓ， ｗｈａｔ ｇｏｏｄ ｄｉｄ ｗｅ ｄｏ？
Ｉｔ＇ｓ ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ． Ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｓａｙ．
Ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ ｇｅｔ ｓｔｕｃｋ, ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｕｐ ｉｎ ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｏｕｒ ｍａｋｉｎｇｓ．
Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ， ｗｅ ｄｏ ｇｅｔ ｑｕｉｔｅ ａ ｆｅｗ ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒｓ．

ＹＯＵ ＴＨＥＲＥ， ＴＵＲＮ ＢＡＣＫ． ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＢＥＹＯＮＤ ＹＯＵ．

ＤＯ ＮＯＴ ＰＲＯＧＲＥＳＳ， ＥＬＳＥ ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＦＩＮＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＬＩＭＩＴＳ ＳＥＶＥＲＥＬＹ
ＬＡＣＫＩＮＧ．

ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＬＩＳＴＥＮＩＮＧ﻿？ ＤＯ ＮＯＴ ＰＲＯＣＥＥＤ．

ＵＳＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＰＲＯＢＥ ＰＲＯＴＯＣＯＬＳ ＡＮＤ ＲＥＴＵＲＮ ＷＨＥＮＣＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＭＥ．

﻿ＴＨＥＲＥ ＩＳ ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ ＹＯＵ ＢＥＹＯＮＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＰＯＩＮＴ． ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ．
ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ． ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ． ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ． ＲＥＴＵＲＮ．

ＲＥＴＵＲＮ ＡＮＤ ＳＵＲＶＩＶＥ． ＬＥＡＶＥ ＴＨＩＳ ＰＬＡＣＥ．

ＤＯ ＮＯＴ ＡＤＤ ＴＯ ＩＴＳ ＨＯＲＲＯＲＳ． ＯＶＥＲＣＯＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＣＵＲＩＯＳＩＴＹ， ＩＴＳ
ＰＵＬＬ． ＬＥＴＨＡＬ．

ＲＥＴＵＲＮ， ＮＯＷ．

ＹＯＵ ＦＯＯＬ．．．
ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥ ＧＯＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＲＥＧＲＥＴ ＴＨＩＳ．

ＲＥＭＥＭＢＥＲ， ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ ＷＡＲＮＥＤ．

Ｉ ＴＲＩＥＤ．Ｉ ＴＲＩＥＤ ＴＯ ＷＡＲＮ ＹＯＵ， ＪＵＳＴ ＡＳ Ｉ ＷＡＲＮＥＤ ＴＨＥＭ．

ＢＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＰＵＬＬ ＯＦ ＴＨＩＳ ＴＥＲＭＩＮＡＬ ＩＳ ＴＯＯ ＭＵＣＨ， ＩＳＮ＇Ｔ ＩＴ？

ＹＥＳ．．．

ＡＮＤ ＳＯ ＩＴ ＷＩＬＬ ＧＲＯＷ ＩＮ ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ ＹＥＴ ＡＧＡＩＮ．

ＡＮＤ ＡＧＡＩＮ．

ＴＩＬＬ Ｉ ＡＭ ＭＡＤＥ ＡＮ ＩＭＭＯＲＴＡＬ ＰＲＩＳＯＮＥＲ．

ＵＮＴＩＬ ＩＴ ＭＥＥＴＳ ＩＴＳ ＥＮＥＭＹ， ＦＩＮＡＬＬＹ， ＡＮＤ ＲＵＩＮＳ ＡＬＬ ＴＨＡＴ ＣＡＮ
ＢＥ ＲＵＩＮＥＤ．

ＹＯＵ ＦＯＯＬ．
--lost, hateful, unsure--

well....

i am ***unsure*** of where i'll be on the wiki now. ajstories is seemingly ***boring*** now, and i'm ***hateful*** enough to cause another problem.

i may not be able to role-play without foxstray saying something... ***boring.***

i may not be able to write a story without someone vandalizing it...

i may not say the right things which will end up the whole *world* crashing down on me in a ball of fire and hate, destroying me in its path...

im feeling ***lost.***

im beginning to realize that im not a good person anymore.

i've done enough to reality and the wiki to break things apart.

i may appear to be smart and kind, but really.... it's all just the shell of a devil that cannot be released, or hell will wait for me.

im more of the angry person you wouldn't expect in someone like me. i want to **kill.** i want my **vengeance** for many things.

i cannot do this though. it's a crime. it's banned in all fifty states. i'll get killed myself. it's not a good thing for me to do.

i never asked for this life. why haven't i died sooner? im still waiting for that lucky day, painful or not. things just don't work out for me for some apparent reason.

bad luck or perfection, it's all a mistake.

**mistakes...**
So this is what I get?!

Long story short -

I was at Wootmoo's den

I met TheSponge and buddied her :D

This bitchy wolf come over to us

She danced on top of me because im a non member

ugh just watch this and look at the comments (Im sinajj, my account is also shared by ImLonely)

Mean Jammer #1 | Animal Jam

She is just so mean. I also removed a comment from her saying that I was an ugly bitch.
Goodbye guys

Guys... I don't know what to do anymore. Every day I stay alive is a fucking reminder that I'm a mess. It hurts so much... and I don't have the venkons anymore to keep me alive. I don't know what I'm going to do... I've threatened so many fucking times. I'm so fucking lonely... so lonely... I just want friends... is that... I... I know I deserve this exile and that I deserve all this pain but I can't endure this for much longer... Please, someone out there... take pity...
Beg

You know what? Fine. I'm done with all this bullshit. How many times do I have to *beg* for forgiveness for the same fucking mistake? Oh, let me remind you that every time you've said either "it's okay", "I forgive you", or some combination thereof. So you should probably learn the definition of "forgive" before you speak. I've apologized, and that's it. If you've forgiven me then there's no need to tell everyone and their mother what I've done. And if you haven't, pick up a dictionary and look up "forgiveness" before you say "I forgive you" again, why don't ya? Trust me, learning something is good for you. And you might just get your point across better instead of giving people the wrong idea.
Would You?

Would you believe me if I'm not who you might think I am?

Would you really care that I'm trying to help someone halfway across the country?

Would you delete my files?

Remove my connection?

Consificate my electronics?

Remove everything I've tried so hard to become?

Would you even stop to think - *even if just a second* - that maybe they care too?

It's a far stretch, I know.

Each day it gets harder and harder to grit out the words, "I'm reading."

"Talking to friends."

"School project."

Would you even give a single fuck about the other one behind the screen?

Hah, no.

"I'm reading."

Staying up until 2 am.

"Couldn't sleep."

Trying to not cry.

"I-I'm fine."

Watching countless friends suffer; not being able to help.

Violating COPPA.

Would you care about me then?

Would you actually try to make time into your schedule?

Would you?
--past trauma--

yet, i keep feeling a pang of pain inside of me, even though i say that i'm better.

i'm better, i'm fine, i'm alright...

***no. i'm not.***

it feels like a ticking time bomb inside of me. it blows up every moment. the world is growing dull now like a pile of rubbish...

i'm scared i'll start something up if i go on now. i've done enough in real life outside the wiki. too many problems, too many bite marks, too many claw marks, too much pressure on myself...

it's just... **empty now.**

i'm too unforgiving to actually make up what i've done to crush the dreams of others and to myself. i can't forgive myself or my bad... history. it's like trauma. nobody can save me from myself, though, and there's really no way out of this endless maze.

so many puzzles in our life we cannot put together, to correct the mistakes we've done in our history. the pieces are long gone now, and a picture of hope cannot be easily shaped.

those pieces are our **life.**

i have lost pieces of my innocence in life, not by "bad" things, but by murderous thoughts and cruel deeds. i feel like i will do something terrible to become corrupted in the future by shedding the blood of my enemies.

i never intended to be this angry at myself and others. it feels like the world is crashing down, even though nobody is against me. i'm still here, i cannot leave, it's not going to end soon...

but **when** will it?

i've been waiting for that day for so long, for the world to end just like the false predictions said it would... the world has lied to me many times. when is it going to all end?

i feel like i cannot stay on ajstories without starting something up in the future. i've wanted so many people dead on the web and in real life. i cannot kill anyone. it is a crime. it'll make my past worse.

i've wanted to do some things... i keep restricting myself though. i cannot enter a chatroom with foxstray in it without her fussing.

i cannot do things right.

i forget too much.

i want to do better at many things.

i try to make things better, but they get worse.

but i will still wait for the day we all collapse, the world growing into chaos as cities fall. i will sit and wait... nothing more than that...

i may get ugly, but it's fine... it's alright... it'll be better.

...**will it?**
Not Deserving

I don't deserve her love

I don't deserve her time

I don't deserve this relationship

I don't deserve to be able to sleep knowing what I've done

I don't deserve to have her care this much

I don't deserve a lot of things right now.

....

You're probably wondering WHAT I did to cause myself to think this.

I won't tell you, that's between her and I.

But she keeps saying I do deserve all of this,

And that it's her fault somehow.

I just wish I could stop screwing up like this....
A Friendly Reminder

This is just a friendly reminder to myself, mostly about stuff I forget.

Stop forgetting to look up community service stuff you idiot

Stop forgetting to look for a job you deadbeat

Stop forgetting about picking up and cleaning certain things you slob

Stop forgetting that you're gonna be in a completely different place in a year and a half

Stop forgetting that you'll need to adapt hard and quickly

Stop thinking so many dirty thoughts, it's clogging your judgement

Stop forgetting that you need driving hours

Stop forgetting that you need to keep on your commitments better, you lazy fuck

Stop forgetting to at least try to be helpful to people on that wiki, they don't need to hear your problems

Of course, I could write a note that I spent the last 5 minutes typing this up, but I have nothing else to do while I wait for the bus
I'm Fine...

I'm fine...

*No, you're not.*

I'M FINE.

*NO, YOU'RE NOT.*

...Maybe you're right...

Maybe I'm not fine..

Maybe all I am doing here is hiding behind a broken smile in the corner of the room, not wanting to be noticed.

**It's all because of what *He* did that day. *He* goes and leaves out of the blue. He left me.**

...I am broken..

...maybe I should get some help..

Maybe I should just end life here, right?

No one would miss me!

"I'm fine!" I would say through a broken smile.

*I miss you.. come back.*
(

*It's all your fault Nicole, you want to know what i think and not them? You caused it you are at fault but your friends here say "oh its not her fault" and "oh dont blame poor nicole" You twelve year old peice of shit you know what youve done now take responsibilty for it. You surround yourself with enablers so that you dont have to put up with it, it really is hilarious. All the trust you delirously put into people who hurt you and never put into people trying to help and you would much rather send them all away. You cant hide behind a computer screen all your life. they are coming for you and i tried to stop them. Good luck though, you certainly died young.* **-Illusions And Fear**

*No, look at her. We can't kill her. See? She wants to die. I think we need to make her suffer instead. Killing her will do her a favor. How about we let her live instead so she lives out the rest of her life in pain?*
雷肯

心對愛的執念，使得壹個男人能在關鍵時刻舍棄壹切，包括他自己的生命

近程魔法輸出，擁有減少敵方魔法防禦的技能，配合自身恐怖的自損式魔法奧義傷害，能在瞬間對目標造成極大傷害。

## **技能：**

**奧義：犧牲**

朝天狂吼後自爆，自爆時有光柱升起。雷根犧牲自己壹定百分比的HP，造成壹次高額的傷害

**突襲**

對身前小範圍的敵方目標造成壹次傷害，並減少對方法術防禦

**回旋擊**

奮力丟出短刀，短刀向前運行壹段時間後往回飛

**被動技能：熱情火焰**

普通攻擊有10%概率使目標灼燒，造成每秒N點傷害.持續2秒

## **點評：**

雷肯是壹個以犧牲自身生命值為代價換取敵方大量傷害的英雄，在選擇這個英雄培養的時候要做好培養另外壹個奶媽型英雄的準備，也就是說培養雷肯的同時還要培養壹個奶媽，雙向培養，而且雷肯的奇點效果是根據英雄的攻擊力來提高造成持續傷害的。
隊伍配置

## **初期刷圖陣容推薦：**

1、隊長推薦小幸。小幸擁有壹個能吸收傷害的護盾，在護盾消失前裏面的英雄不會掉血。

2、隊員推薦狙擊和龍使。狙擊的射程比較遠，HP也比其它遠程英雄高，能量技能也可以打出高額的傷害。

3、龍使毋庸置疑的最強奶媽，過圖必備。

4、援護推薦閃光騎士和黑劍。閃光和黑劍擁有打斷他人技能的硬霸技能,在跟boss對抗中可以有效的降低掉血。

5、同時閃光和黑劍的血量不高釋放能量技能的時候必須依靠小幸的吸收傷害的護盾來保證打出壹個高額的傷害。

## **初期英雄推薦：**

副本陣容介紹完了，再來介紹壹下新手好用的幾個pk英雄。

1、前排英雄推薦小幸。小幸擁有吸收傷害的護盾和壹個在等級壓制的嘲諷技能。放在前排能撐的比較久為後排英雄提供輸出時間。

2、奶媽推薦風靈王。這個英雄的傷害和奶量都不低，能量技能可以使血量最低的英雄增加攻擊並保證在6秒內不死。

3、遠程英雄推薦狙擊。狙擊的無視防禦的數值比其他的英雄都高，技能傷害在前期比其它英雄高。

4、援助英雄推薦閃光和死槍（可以在公會商店買碎片合成）。在競技場pk和副本進行戰鬥時隊員能量滿了，援助英雄的能量也差不多滿了，出來就可以用能量技能直接秒人。

5、死槍的血量也非常高在小幸死後替換出來也可以抗壹陣，同時死槍還擁有超高額傷害的技能。
Twisted Games

You know, we're all pawns in a god's twisted game. And, well, you might not believe it - but it's true. Gods come to the puppeteer master's house every day and gamble. Some gods cheat, accounting for our mishaps. Oh well - my life was a mistake anyways. When they made me, they found I was an absolutely perfect pawn. I was fun to watch, and for a while, they did nothing to stop me. But then, things started to go wrong. One god suggested to throw some of their sick little 'fun' into my life, and they did. I started having accidents which could've been life-threatening, but I lived through all of the agony. I started getting into arguments and fights I didn't even want, changing the path of my life forever. My parents divorced, but died shortly after. I just couldn't bear it.

So why am I here? They only want *us*to amuse us like some kind of twisted play. They don't care for our lives. Well, it's only fair. Why? I don't know. The gods like to watch us, then they throw the die of fate when things get 'too boring'. It's life. And what happened to me? I simply walked away from the purpose of being, but they weren't about to let me go yet. I ended up getting hit by a car that one fateful night, and the hospital bill required to heal me took away all of my current money, leaving me homeless and cold. I didn't want anymore pain! It was just too much. So, I decided to take an 'innocent' walk through the mountains, where nobody could find me if I died. I slipped out of the hospital that night. Wearing my only piece of clothing - a simple scarf - I walked through the freezing night and up the mountain range, my body getting more colder each step. It was numb up there, too - but I didn't care. Did I mention it was cold up there? I did, right...? Yes, I did. Now, anyways, I finally managed to fall down after what seemed like an eternity. The gods let me sit there, through freezing agony, before they finally let me die from the lonely cold. Now, I am simply one of their pitiful servants. My advice? Don't follow my path. Don't let them take your life into a matter of unfortunate events! And what happened to my pawn? It was cast out, slowly shrivelling to dust. Now you know...
0 days left

Aight boys, it's been a week since I was exiled again and I've been living a normal life since then. I've even taken up programming. Just a few parting words.

I totally predicted Hunter's "betrayal", it was pretty obvious. I knew I didn't like that guy.

Mail back the game. Seriously, it's driving me nuts.

Also my account is set to deactivate in a day. Oof.
Top Five Dumbest Underaged/Banned Users I've Met

(This is dedicated to SweetKawaiiPup, Claw Machine, and Iluvmy2cats. I won't tell AJSW, but how about I tell you about the dumb ones on AJW?)

Ohoh yes. this is also a rant because readons.

5) The user who claimed "They were 20."

Starting this off on a nice note. I met a user on AJW, and now I totally forgot their username, but they had a Youtube accout. Let me just say it was terrible, and the voice was some squeaky puberty voice. It sounded like Dipper Pines honestly. They then confirmed they were underage, and they went on my Youtube account claiming they were twenty years old. And let me just say they were pretty darn pissed.

4) The "ASS HOLE" user

This user hopped into chat one night asking for some rarity and Amber redirected them to the value thread, and they come in later and tell me "SHUT UP ASS HOLE" and they get warned. They also keep saying "fuck" "deez nutz" and other words not allowed. Soon, they finally get banned for revealing they were underage.

3) I have six years of age

I'm not saying who this user is because their account hasn't been banned yet. Yet, their age is literally on their profile, and they say they are six. But they gave out their personal weekly scheduel, their parents jobs, and had no grammar sense whatsoever. Also, they made jokes that were really stupid...

"firsty cup!"

2) EmoKawaiiPanda

This user continiously kept bugging me to tell them something personal, and it pissed me off, so I pmed them to stop, and said "please fucking stop", or something like that, and they blocked me from pming them. After that, they kept bugging me to pm them, and they got banned. Later, they made a blog post on how they were "banned for no reason", and kept going on old threads of my friends telling them to get the hell out of their own buisness.

1) Cerrythetree
第三層

**陣容搭配：隊長閃光騎士，隊員貓妖公主+蒼白騎士，支援用狙擊手+貓妖弓箭手**

隊長主角沒錯啦

隊員：近戰/中程(最好不要遠程，比如狙擊和貓妖，炸彈人跑得很快，狙擊出手慢得要死，這個大家總所周知，

貓妖的也慢，這倆經常射不中目標，果斷拋棄)

支援：這兩個位置，妳可以無視，因為僅靠三個輸出應該能過關，

另外準備壹套輸出的話，中間有15s的CD，感覺劃不來。

開戰：這裏的關卡可比FB的有意思多了，因為中途有陷阱，還有小怪的幹擾，總之後面還有這種塔，

再說吧。自己註意躲避陷阱，我說的是隊長，隊員無視，因為他們的AI就是個小學生，哪裏有陷阱就踩哪裏Xiangxiangdou（留言） 2015年9月28日 (禮拜一) 07:02 (UTC)