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Conquest

He is the king, he is inching closer.

He is marching, endlessly subjugating, over and over.

The king is approaching, his dark reign is about to come.

You cannot escape him, no one can.

Once he chooses you, your fate is sealed to an impending doom.

I've seen him once, or perhaps even twice.

When I was submerged underwater, I could feel his cold embrace

His visage was pale and sunken, his eyes were glossy and filled with mist.

His smile, stretched from ear to ear, black cloak covering his body and face.

Once they pulled out, I've seen him stand there.

Filled with an unquenchable greed-filled thirst, yearning for my soul's demise.

The taxiarch is always marching, poised on taking over.

The marshal has the darkness to act out as his eternal cover

This king took over the mightiest to have seen light.

From the measly rat and a hopeless slave, to even Ozymandias the great himself.

This pale autocrat marches before an endless legion of slaves that take over one's line of sight.

The dreaded monarch cannot be stopped, as none possess the secrets to eternal health.

Do you hear a faint laughter every now and again?

That's his majesty on his odyssey to you.

His intentions are clear, he is here to deliver us all from the pain.

I can hear him, getting louder every day.

His laughter growing louder and louder, with every moment's pass.

It's not in my head, I don't care what they say.

The king is right behind me, I could feel his frozen touch almost snuffing my mortal carcass.

Despite of his appearance, his highest is not malicious for sure.

If you want to maintain your mind clear and sound.

Heed my warnings, when you hear his laughter cracking like a beast's roar,

heed my warnings, do not turn around!

This king's name is Conquest and he will not stop.

He intends on taking over all and even more.

Do not seek the help of your gods, for Conquest is coming for them as well.

He comes for the dying and sore when they give up on hope.

There is no place in which from Conquest you could hide.

From him there is no safety, not even in heaven or hell.

He is a glutton for the universe as a whole.

Once you hear his shrieking crackle, please do not beg and cry Instead accept your fate with a hero's pride.

For this emperor, he wishes only for those who fell.

If he calls upon your name, do yourself the favor and climb atop his blazing chariot - enjoy the ride!

Nothing escapes the clutches of Conquest.

He is mighty and exceptionally bright.

True, some have managed to escape from Hades and live long enough to tell

but eventually even the luckiest could not escape his plight.

Conquest will not be satisfied until this has all come to an end.

He will not stop marching until the last of us bids this world a farewell.
Strings

Rob Weever had a penchant for getting high in very peculiar ways. One time he had gotten himself high on chewing greasy tire bits, another time he took it upon himself to lick a marker pen as if it was ice cream. Those were the outliers, though. His usual go-to methods were sniffing perfumes, acetone, or auto asphyxiation.

Rob enjoyed the sensation that came along with placing a plastic bag over his own for extended periods of time. The oxygen deprivation made him feel like a god. Wrapping the plastic crown around his face, he tightened it as hard as he could, holding his breath until his head felt light and the dizziness hit him like a whip across the skull.

Rob untangled himself from his pleasure prison. Relishing in the effects of his debauchery, he stared into dead space. Absent of thought and of reason. The room seemed to spin and bounce all around him. The walls, the floor, the furniture; Cosmos danced around in a manic waltz before the masochist’s eyes.

Everything moved at a visible frequency, like visual sound waves. The fabric of the space unraveled in front of a man’s eye. Rob noticed the strangeness of it all; strings penetrating any and every thing. Comprising the entirety of reality.

He stood up, quickly finding out his body had become too massive for his legs to carry him. Falling under his own gravitational pull, he crashed into the floor. Collapsing into the depths of Tellus that spread underneath his form like a thinly interwoven net of microscopic threads growing larger and larger the deeper he sank into a world of sheer interconnectivity.

Finally landing in a space entangled in a wide web of webs composed entirely of strings of many colors, lengths, and shapes. He tried picking himself up but quickly found out his body had become nothing but the ropes of madness.

Panicking, he failed to get up to his feet as he became more entangled in a net of supersonic insanity that quickly became the sounds of a drumming and humming orchestra of droning strings. The frantic squirming and twitching of the helpless fly in the spiderweb had caused immense friction, giving rise to a burning hot sphere of inflamed fleshy threads of string at the center of the genesis-fabric. Rob could only stare in horror as his body was growing weaker by the moment while an anthropomorphic string constellation rose from his chest, clutching a pulsating mass of red strings. The string-formation pushed the red mass into the inflamed sphere, chanting repeatedly, ominously, “I am nothing without him. Everything is nothing without him. Without the Undying sun.” Before sucking everything into itself; strings, threads, ropes, the entire entirety. Rob could only silently scream as his spaghettified essence was being pulled into the impenetrable darkness of the supermassive, string-formed black hole.

Thus were the final threats of sentience flowing out of splattered brain matter strung up on the floor.
Asphalt Lake

Many years ago, I meditated on top of the cliffs overlooking the dead sea and ascended to the clifftops in the middle of the night in order to avoid heatstroke. After climbing to the highest spot I could reach, I basked in the beauty of the desert landscape overlooking the Asphalt Lake below for a moment. Soon after, I began my journey into enlightenment, as many young people do.

I sat down, crossing my legs and closing my eyes. Breathing in and out slowly, I let my mind empty itself of all unnecessary thoughts.

The consciousness drifted into the embrace of the primordial void.

Breathe in

Breathe out

Deeper and deeper into the darkness…

Breathe in

Breathe out

Each breath came with a hotter surge of air…

Breathe in

Breathe out

Dry desert winds invaded my nostrils…

Breathe in

Breathe out

Tasteless, odorless smoke filled my lungs.

Breathe in

Breathe out

The humid claws of stale atmosphere trapped in the valley of death caressed my skin

Breathe in

Breathe out

In sync with the trajectory of sweat cascading down my face,

Breathe in

Breathe out

The sensation of paper sand fills my throat

Breathe in

Breathe out

Pins and needles prick the insides of my nose

Breathe in

Breathe out

The atmosphere is getting thicker all around me

Breathe in

Breathe out

Its almost as if the sun is getting closer to me

Breathe in

Breathe out

Pins and needles prick all across my skin

Breathe in

Breathe out

The heat is slowly becoming unbearable

Breathe in

Breathe out

Something warm and salty is trickling across my lips

Breathe in

Breathe out

My head is spinning…

Breathe in

Breathe out

The heat begins closing in…

Breathe in

Breathe out

Embers fall into my trachea

Breathe in

Flames burst into my lungs as I fall down on my back, kicking and screaming, while hot salty tears stream down my face. I can only wither on the rocky ground as I helplessly watch the sun hurling its massive form at me at full speed.

There is no oxygen left to breathe…

The sky is rapidly turning red and I can feel my insides boiling under the presence of the celestial giant headed my way.

Time crawls to a halt mere moments before the celestial body reaches the point of no return and explodes.

Immense heat surges through me, nearly tearing me apart as I am sent flying across the desert sky.

The sheer pain threatens to pulverize my consciousness while I'm forced to watch the sea of death rise into the heavens before falling down to drown and eradicate an entire long-forgotten civilization.

The inhuman voices of the dead are filling the burning air all around me

Their melting hands and mouths grab onto my eyeballs as I inhale their dying moans…

Before long, the soot, salt, and dust begin to settle and I can finally breathe again.

Breathe in

The Fate of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Breathe out
Lamentations of Cain

Cursed to wander the land.

Punished for devoting my all to the divine.

The one to oppose me shall fall where they stand.

The fruit of the soil is no longer mine.

First born in the garden of our lord.

A life bought from the Most High.

At the emergence of my brother my heart soared.

For he was the joy in my life, I cannot lie.

Present me a sacrifice,

only your most prized will suffice.

A demand made by the one above all,

as righteous men,

me and my brother answered his call.

On his alter for the holy sacrifice,

I've gathered the best fruits of the ground.

My brother searched far and wide in his flock,

For only the best will suffice.

An offering of the best specimen around.

From the heavens descended a fire,

It engulfed my brother's beast.

Our lord had found the object of his desire,

forcing my heart in pain to recoil.

Only on the carnage and the gore of an animal he shall feast.

For the alpha and the omega had no interest in the fruit of the soil.

Present me a sacrifice, the lord demanded again.

My brother presented his best beast,

While I came emptyhanded to my master's feast.

For my greatest prize was not grown in the ground or raised among a flock.

Rather, the one who hailed from my father's stock.

My flesh, my dear brother,

I offered him as my sacrifice,

for only my most precious could suffice.

I raised my stone dagger and pierced my brother's heart,

spilling the blood of my beloved upon the hallowed ground.

Aetherial flames engulfed my sacrifice,

the heavens suddenly were torn apart,

His holiness released a thunderous roar, appalled by my brother's demise.

What have you done, you wretched son of men?

The blood of your brother cries from the ground.

The heavenly voice shrieked in my face,

Seized by fear, I dared not utter a sound.

The dirt shall reject you; you'll never find your place.

For your crime, I condemn your roots to never take hold.

And if I am to be slain?

I pleaded with my lord,

Falling to my knees, I begged his holy ghost.

The one who shall raise a hand upon thee will suffer sevenfold your pain.

You shall bear my mark, thundered divine voice behind the angelic host.

Eons have passed, yet I wander all the same.

How come from grace did I fall?

Was my deed truly a crime?

Why do I must still tremble in shame?

In my fate, I cannot find any reason or rhyme,

for my wish was to please the one above all.
Minigun

The **Minigun** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Machine Gun and the Sniper at level 30.

## Design

The Minigun has a circular body with 3 overlapping barrels in front.

## Upgrades

The Minigun upgrades from the  Machine Gun and the  Sniper at level 30.

The Minigun can upgrade to the following:

* Streamliner (Lv. 45)
* Subverter (Lv. 45)
* Crop Duster (Lv. 45)
* Barricade (Lv. 45)
* Silo (Lv. 45)
* Raven (Lv. 45)
* Rainmaker (Lv. 45)
* Sword (Lv. 45)
* Madhelix (Lv. 45)
* Melter (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Minigun.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Licht

It's... It's s-so cold over here...

So cold, and and and it's dark...

I can barely see you guys

It's so so so cold...

I can feel the cold sipping into my bones

I'm scared...

Why am I so cold...? What is this cold?!

I don't even know how I got here...

One moment I was chatting with you guys, and now…

The camera's dead…

Everything's so dark…

I'm so scared, I swear, I can't even feel myself shake anymore...

What is going on?!

I see a bright light in the distance....

A hum...

The light is closer.

It's getting closer...

It h-has… a f-f-f-f-face…

I-I-I I can't even move away!

Oh God!

I can't move, I can't...

feel my legs...

St-st-stop the light.

Oh he-ll…

It-i-it is not a light…

Don't come any closer!

Stop! Stop! Get that humming out of my head!

Make it go away!

Go away!

Go away!

Get away from me!

No!

Stay away...

St- sta-y, please... stay away...

Oh god!

No!

Please!

Don't huraaaaaa

Th-th-tha light i-s-s-s-s no… t… s-s-s-so… ba-a-ad after all…

Yo-ou s-s-s-s-shou-ould jo-ou-ouioin us-s-s-s-s… here…
Jump

People gather in masses around the great bridge, they spark my interest and I follow suit. I join the mob that gathers around the great bridge. I try asking what the gathering is about, but no one gives me a satisfying answer, they all say that the show will soon begin. I push my way through the crowd, I’ve got to find the core of the matter, the curiosity is killing me.

Once I reach the front row of people standing next to the bridge I can finally make out what the whole fuss is about; it’s a man standing on top of the bridge, his hands spread wide open. He seems to be staring at the setting sun. Is he going to jump, I wonder, am I going to see him die, I ponder.

The sight raises my heartbeat, I feel myself growing nervous… no, excited…

I want to see him jump.

No one wants to see a happy ending when they can get a blood spectacle.

The crowd circles the bridge like starving vultures waiting for the corpse to be presented for them to devour. They’re growing restless quickly, their blood lust getting out of control swiftly, the mob is growing crazed as they all raise their hands towards the man atop the bridge and call out in unison;

“Jump!”

The man on the bridge, he is snapped back into reality by noise, almost losing his footing and falling into the jaws of death, they see his feet slip and cheer, but he manages to stay on top of the bridge, he avoids the fall and the crowd grows hateful, they boo and jeer him for not making the jump.

The man looks down worried, he wasn’t intending to kill himself, he just wanted to look at the view, he just wanted to see this beautiful sunset up close. He begins trying to calm the masses down, but they cut him off, filled with rage they call out;

“Jump!”

“Jump!”

“Jump!”

The man, scared, begins to climb down from the top of the bridge, but the crowd, loathing him for not jumping, they press against the bridge. They want to block his escape route they have sealed his fate. The demise-lusting masses would not let him get down, they grab whatever they can find and throw it at him.

The man realizes he has no way out, with tears running down his cheeks he climbs back up to the top of the bridge, begging to be release, crying out for mercy, weeping to be freed from their craving claws.

The crowd wouldn’t relent though, and all they do is cry out to the man;

“Jump!”

As this was happening, I climbed, stealthily, onto the top of the bridge, and crept behind the somber man. I am going to help him, I am going to save him, I am going to help him out, I am going to save him from his shame.

I kicked him in the back and watched as he fell onto the unforgiving concrete below us, and as he fell, I yelled out in ecstasy; “Jump!”

As he fell to the ground, producing a crushing sound upon contact, the raging crowds went ecstatic and cheered in adoration. Moments later, these ravenous beasts were staring at me like a pack of starved hyenas as I was looking down at the remains of the man, and once more, they called;

“Jump!”
Angel's Cave

Hey there, you're new to our town, right? I've never seen you here before. My name is Gary, I guess I'll be your guide for today. Where do we start, where do we start?! hmm...oh I have the perfect place! We have this one abandoned house here that gained the name "Angel's Cave" after a certain incident, In all honesty I have no clue if it really happened or it's just a local folk tale, I guess you should ask elder people from around here to get a clear answer.

Anyways, during the seventies Angel's Cave was the home of a typical family, The Johanssens - David, Mary and their four year old son Kenneth, the family was a somewhat religion, they were so devoted that Kenneth's bedtime stories were actually biblical stories.

One evening when Mary was putting her son to bed, she told him she is going to tell him a story that should teach him how much trust and faith he needs to put in God, she then proceeded to tell him the story of the binding of Isaac. After finishing the story, Mary tucked Kenneth into his bed, kissed him good night on his forehead and turned off the lights, she wished him good night and Closed the door to his room. Sometime after his mother left, the boy shouted, "Mommy, Mommy there’s an angel here, just like in your story!" Mary answered "That’s great, too bad mommy's too busy to come see, good night Sweetheart", the boy yelled back "Good night Mommy, I love you". The next morning, when Mary came to wake up her son for breakfast, she didn’t find her sleeping son, but a room full of blood and feathers.
Visit From WitHi(m)n

Andreas Fallus was a sincatcher. The Sincatcher. The first and the best of his kind. A masked vigilante who ruthlessly hunted down all immorality. His success brought him many enemies, but also many fans. Especially young women and children who found the idea of a mysterious antihero quite charming.

Andreas was on a one-man crusade to kill and destroy every ounce of immorality he came across. To eradicate crime and evil from the face of the planet. If Andreas caught a rapist? He’d shoot em'. If Andreas caught a murderer? Saw ‘em in half. An elderly woman running on a red light? Blow up her car! A kid littering? Blast their fucking brain out.

For Andreas, evil meant evil. There was no age, gender, sexuality, race, or creed for him. All wrongdoers were the same, and they all had to die. Such a mean streak brought a lot of attention, both in the form of adulation and imitation. His exploits birthed a wave of crime-fighting masked vigilantes. Not as good as he was, however. The other sincatchers, as they called themselves, couldn’t hold a candle to his determination to cleanse the earth from sin.

One night, as Andreas was falling asleep, a loud bang tore him out of the clutches of sweet slumber. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see a figure looming over him. He tried to reach for his gun, but the shadowy figure kicked him in the arm, forcing him to scream in pain.

“Time to pay for your sins, Fallus!” the figure called as it pressed a cold object against Andreas’ chest.

“Wha? I didn’t do anything… Do you know who I am? I fucking started this… I am the…”

“Don’t make me laugh. I know about the files on your computer and phone… this is evil, and you have to pay for evil. Fucker!”

“What files?”

“The porn, Fallus, the porn!”

“There’s no…”

“No porn? No porn? All these pictures you solicited from poor; helpless young women aren’t porn? Then explain this, you sick bastard?” The figure yelled before chucking a plastic trashcan filled with stinking napkins at Andreas.

“This is not wha…” Andreas cried angrily.

“Fuck it, you’re done, motherfucker.” The shadowy figure hissed before shooting Andreas in the chest.

Andreas Fallus woke up to the sound of a text message notification booming from his phone. His heart pounded restlessly as he was recovering from the awful nightmare had had just experienced. Reaching over to his phone, he opened the text message to find a photograph sent to him on his Instagram chat.

The photograph of a naked young woman, captioned, “my hero <3.”

Causing Andreas’ heart rate to skyrocket. Immense pain burned in his chest. He grasped his chest, out of breath. His mind slowly shut down due to the lack of oxygen.

He fell as the sudden increase in blood flow downward caused him to wet his pants.
Equalizer

The **Equalizer** is a Tier 3 tank in nyanosb. It upgrades from the Tank at level 30.

## Design

The Equalizer has a circular body with a barrel in front, a turret on top and a drone spawner on its back

## Technical

* Pure
* Tank

## Bullet Stats(compared with the Tank)

The Equalizer Bullet has the same stats as the Tank bullet.

## Drone Stats

Drones have different base stats and mechanics than bullets, so some stats and modifiers may mean different things.

### Resistance

x1

The Equalizer features both an Auto Turret and a drone spawner on its back, giving it protection against enemies nearby and far away.

## Upgrades

The Equalizer upgrades from the  Tank at level 30.

The Equalizer can upgrade to the following:

* Overluxe (Lv. 45)
* Donut (Lv. 45)
* Marksman (Lv. 45)
* Machinist (Lv. 45)
* Swiss (Lv. 45)
* Dirigible (Lv. 45)
* Veteran (Lv. 45)

## Gallery

A picture of the Equalizer.

 Tier 4 (Lv. 45)
Indifference

Arnulf liked to drown his sorrows in alcohol. There wasn’t much left for him in this wretched world after he had watched his wife and children die. He was powerless to stop the destruction of his home. God willed it, and thus it was. Arnulf was sure he had deserved this much, for he had seen the face of the devil himself. He did not repent for his mortal sins. He had dismissed the infernal visions. Just like Job, he had to endure hell, but unlike Job, he had it coming.

Arnulf dragged his broken body to the local inn once again. Hellbent on drinking until his body collapsed, he pushed past the menagerie of human caricatures frequenting the facility. He sat down right beside a leper and asked for a drink.

Hours had passed, and Arnulf’s cup never stayed empty. He drank himself into a state of death-likeness. The loss of sensation was familiar, along with the burning in his lungs and the dizzying dance of the world around him. Excruciating nausea no longer caused a maddening panic, and the partial paralysis of his frame was a mild inconvenience to the man. He quietly excused himself to vomit outside of the facility, placing a few thalers on the counter as the leper watched on.

The moment he left the inn, the world around him started turning exceptionally dark. A shiver ran down his spine as his body swayed slightly before collapsing to the ground below. Shadows crawled, gathering around him, horned and winged infernal beings. The man was sure death had come for him, and he accepted it with open arms fading into the night.

Death wouldn’t come just yet. Arnulf awoke to the noise of a commotion. He felt an odd sensation of phantom pain coursing through his thighs, but was too weak to actually move. His skull pounding and his limbs too heavy to maneuver, he stared at the walls of the cave surrounding him. Dancing flames illuminated the darkness gently.

Arnulf was convinced he might’ve ended up in hell, but he was too dead to dread the outcome. As the moments passed, he could make out a human conversation in the distance. He finally mustered the strength to turn his head and saw a demonic child staring at him. Its face perpetually contorted into a perpetual sneer. Drooping eye and a pronounced under-bite.

The child’s bones cracked as it moved its head, remarking in a mixture of curiosity and disgust, “your leg tastes funny.”

Everything made sense for Arnulf at that moment. He had heard of an inbred clan hunting down people to survive the calamity. The grotesque image of the demonic child and the infernal cave were slowly fading from the man’s eyes as he burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. Blood worked its way up his throat as he spat a terrible revelation to the devil-spawn with deathly indifference.

“I have the pestilence.”
Dawn Colored Red

Wake up, my love

Open your eyes and look up, above

Open your eyes wide

The sun is about to rise

Look attentively, my dear

Focus your eyes on the beautifully colored skies

Let's bask in the celestial menagerie of this dawn

entwined in each other, right here

Promise me, swear upon our love that you'll never leave my side

My sweetheart, you are turning so cold

Please look me in the eye, I cannot lie

forgive me, but I cannot maintain my hold

I can no longer allow you to fly.

I am fearful for your life when you chase the caressing of the wind

There's no promise of safety in these second-hand wings

I cannot comprehend your airborne dreams

What if you reach too close to the sun, and your wings turn undone?

How will I live if you end up like Icarus, and plunge yourself into the sea?

My dear, please listen to me.

I'm sorry but you've ignored me just like you've done before

Why must I live in a perpetual fear you might die

I could not handle this feeling anymore

I had to find out what made you so in love with your mistress, the distant sky

Your ceaseless obsession with the cold touches of the wind

it drove me to my wits end, gnawed at my mind

It ate away at my mental maze like a ravenous fiend

Finding an answer to your love of this other, was the only way I could unwind

I wanted to find

How did she take a hold of your mind

How she made you fly

I needed to know what drew you to the sky

I dug deep down inside

I've clawed – searching far and wide

under your skin

Your secret remains hidden

somewhere within

I am unable to understand why with the heavens

you are you so smitten

Are you listening to me, my love?

You haven't uttered a sound

Please forgive my distrust, while we witness the rise of the sun

My dear, you've become awfully cold

I can't help but smile, knowing you'll never ascend again from the ground

I will remain at your side, I promise I'll never be gone

Look, my love, night is giving way to a dawn colored red

the same crimson color as your barely beating heart

whose tears have created stark contrast while staining my hand.
Valley of Hinnom

Climbing down the stair,

I heard a voice that came from nowhere.

I heard the voice from nothingness call again today.

Let me be spectre, I care not for what you have to say!

Last night when I lied down to sleep,

I heard once more the voice, this time it chose to weep...

Looking for the source, I saw a man's shadow strolling through the hall

Looking there once more, I swear there was nothing there at all!

Shut up, shut up and leave me all alone!

I would kill to ensure this eerie noise snuffed and gone!

Climbing down the stair,

I heard a voice that came from nowhere.

I heard the voice from nothingness call again once more...

Oh wailing shadow, I took to heart what you had to say,

I have killed in your name, my hands are covered in blood and gore -

Vengeful spirit, now please – just leave me be and go away...
We Were All Men

Another one has fallen victim to the charms of the wonderfully terrible monster plaguing this old city for as long as it stood. Oh, how he reminds me of myself when I was this young. I wish I could’ve warned him about the war being a cruel lover. All I can do now is provide him with some comfort as his body grows cold.

I was sixteen when I went off to the war, young and mindless - seeking the thrill of adventure I went to fight in a war that has been raging for eternity. A war where heroes are made, but none are ever born.

I’ve fought and I’ve brawled, and I’ve whored myself shamelessly to the mercurial empress of all glories. I’ve killed sons, brothers, fathers and I’ve lost. Lost so much… I’ve lost friends, brothers… and my sanity and eventually my life.

Barely a year on the line I ended up stepping on a mine and in a single instant I’ve lost everything but the ability to feel an overwhelming and all-consuming pain.

Infernal agony

… tore through what had remained of me as I clutched my exposed guts while coughing up blood and crying for my mother to come and carry me home. She never came, and I never left this place.

Wheels of Samsara

… turn in on themselves with enough force to create a karmic black hole that has kept me in the periphery of this never-ending war, locked in a staring battle with the heavens.

The sun infected my still warm corpse

… With the spores of life, as soon as the man in me had died, crows and other scavengers devoured my dermis and musculature while maggots and other microfauna had nestled inside my motionless tissue anchoring it to the soil with their vibrant dance of blooming decay.

In a matter of moments, nothing of my previous-self remained intact but the seed of a new life had already sustained itself by consuming my blood and rooted itself within my caramelized ribcage, beating with purpose as my heart once beat.

Before long, the seedling flowered into an entire tree, obliterating what skeletal remains of my previous life had clung onto this world.

And now, here I stand, the resting place of a man who had repeated all of my mistakes.

I stand as a monolithic reminder that life always marches on…

Forever mindlessly courting its lecherous mistress named Death…

I am but one of its countless victims.

We were all

… This entire forest

We were all once men madly in love with life -

Men whose lust for life had bloomed into a forest where a single moment in time stands still forever…

And now I

… We all long for the permanent comfort named Death...
Tantalizing Beauty

The cat was licking a puddle of water on the floor. Strange, I didn’t remember spilling any water on the floor. Picking up the floor cloth to wipe the puddle, I noticed something even stranger. More puddles of water, leading all the way to the kitchen. Something must’ve happened. The floor was clean and dry when I left the house.

Peering into the kitchen, the pinnacle of the material universe stared back at me. A black hole for my attention stood at the center of the room. A single white dwarf in a sea of red meaty giants that hung to dry. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My skin crawled with excitement as I stared in bewilderment at the ocular marvel before me. It was perfection personified.

A naked young man. One endowed with a beauty greater than that of both Narcissus and Adonis combined! His form fabulous, and without a single blemish, perfectly proportioned and pleasantly toned. He had decently muscular shape was calling me, inviting me to get closer and have a taste of him. His pale skin shone radiated like the light of Baldr. I long for his skin like the rays of the sun draw in the peddles of the sunflower.

This was not to be. No matter how I wanted to feel his perfect form crawl inside of me, I could not. The painful realization filled me with sorrow and anguish. I fell to my knees, tearing up at my insufferable loss.

For I had butchered and eaten this magnificent lamb of Sirtur before, leaving nothing but a memory of our magnificent union behind as I burned his inedible remains and mixed the ashes with my tobacco to smoke.
The Great Nothing

Once again, the colorless monotony of the fever dream you call life turns your eyes towards the dead center of empty space. Once again, you were unable to watch as your loved once all died and withered away. You couldn't watch as everything you had ever loved became diseased with stale decay. You couldn't bear to see the rotten gaze of the world digging straight through your skull. Couldn't handle watching it all as you did this. As you kill everything you held dear. Your hands, your eyes, your mind. You did this.

Listen to me, my dear old friend. I am the Omega dressed as your rotten reflection. Follow my voice and I'll lead you to a place beyond all pain, beyond all joy, beyond the everything. A place far away from your filthy hands. An endless domain unsoiled by your virile curse.

Obtain my wisdom through the embrace of the rope or the kiss of the blade.

Follow the song of my word towards the place where all roads lead, beyond the now and the then, beyond heaven or hell.

Follow my example in self-crucifixion, the terminal bloodletting to obtain the keys to the path of peace. To a place away from the horrors of this world, the self-inflected horrors of the feeble mind.

To the place where all roads eventually lead.

The great nothing.
Black Symphony

~~History has it that the creature known as Per Yngve Ohlin is dead since 1991, however,~~ Per Yngve Ohlin isn’t dead. In fact, he was never alive in the first place. Per wasn’t ever even human, to begin with. He, it was a creation of the chaotic ghastly shadow dwelling west of the Leitha river. A force of destruction bottled into the form of a human.

Per once claimed his blood was ice within his veins. He was right. For, when the voices of the ghastly shadow demanded he tore open his skin on a night of freezing moon – his blood was frozen solid.

Yngve was a walking, screeching monolith of deaddeathdreams. An anthropomorphic symbol of the dark curiosity of what lies ahead and beyond. A tortured tormentor spirit. For when the daemon servant of Hades called out to him. Ohlin tore open the gates of Tartaros with his teeth.

Splattering brain matter to rape the seventh seal and unleash pure evil into the world. A sacrifice to the devil meant to wake up the leviathan-behemoth son of Belial and unleash its draconian rule upon the face of the earth.

Per Yngve Ohlin isn’t dead, nor he was ever truly dead or alive. For the peaceful war god who found death at his own blade was merely a black hole of interstellar malignant worm holes containing the secrets hidden within the veil of demise.

The devil, Lucifer Son of the Morning Star, stole what remained of his human shape and fashioned it into vinyl. And through the vulva of the virgin mother goddess, he played the terrible black symphony encrypted inside the mind of the dead vinyl to the world.

Amplified through the sheer gravitational pull of the black hole nebula, the black symphony poisoned the fabric of reality. Tenderizing and seasoning it before the final devourment at the mouth of the abyss.

The sound-waves traveled to and fro, infecting the lesser minds of lesser beings. Transforming humanity into a species of murderous bloodletting-bloodsucking cannibalistic berserkers dressed in giant panda hides. The rasp of this devil-moan still tortures the fabric of reality with its awful blade-shaped sound-waves. Just as it did at the initial moment of cranium death.

A moment where the face of this planet was exposed to the flood of pus and blood dripping like drool from the mouth of the cancerous planet-eating nebula blazing through the northern sky. Condemning the hands of humanity to the murder of itself, in a sonic ritual of bloodletting and subsequent ceaseless repetition of self-immolation of the long-dead corpse of the mistake known as mankind.

A pitiful attempt to at reaching a climax in the black symphony at the center of which Black Frayr still exists. An exercise in futility leading only to a dead end. As none can replicate the resurrection of our Dead Lord; his birth occurred at the moment his cranium exploded into a cloud of antimatter.

When mortals die.

Because it wasn't of this world

It belongs the void.

A cacophony of dead voices crying in the dead darkness of eternity.
Heavenly Mana

Dinner was the best tonight, the spaghetti with sweet-hot sauce was absolutely stunning, literally and figuratively, it was the right amount of sweet and spicy, a product of impeccable balance but the true center piece, the true culinary masterpiece of the meat was the meat, by God, I swear it was the best meat I've ever had the liver was a delicacy – better than foie grace, the breasts were mind blowing pillows of fat with a base of tender muscle but the thighs… good lord, these were like heavenly mana itself; mind numbingly delightful in taste and texture.

Kate was a stunning young lady, I never imagined her to taste even better than she looked.
The Surgeon

Willard McAlistair was what you would call a pioneer in the fields of brain surgery. His specialty was the infamous practice of Lobotomy. Willard was born at the turn of the twentieth century; hence his life was surrounded by the horrors and the scientific developments that came about as a result of the Great War.

During his active years in the mid to late thirties, Willard had an abundance of potential patients. Humanities understanding of the inner workings of the psyche and the brain at the time were minimal and thus, it was widely believed that the frontal lobes had no part in the "intellectual functioning" of the brain.

Willard McAlistair was a lucky and talented surgeon who managed to rack up an impressive record of twelve consecutive relatively successful lobotomies despite of the dangers of the procedure.

In the autumn of 1938, Willard's luck had finally run out. He had operated on a man by the name of Arthur Banks, a World War I veteran who was diagnosed with various mental disorders as a result of previously suffering from shell shock. The operation had yielded terrible results. Banks suffered from various complications; his bodily temperatures fluctuated, he lost control of his bowel and bladder, his vision was impacted as well and his mental faculties decreased even further. Soon after, his father Wilson Banks was visiting Arthur at the Aston Hall Mental Hospital. After realising the pitiful state Willard had left his son in Wilson Banks, mad with rage decided to take revenge on Willard. He broke his way into McAlistair's office and ended up stabbing him in the eye, lobotomizing him to death with one of his own tools.

Legend states that the ghost of Willard McAlistair still haunts the halls of the now abandoned hospital, looking for urban explorers he can lobotomize as he had done in life. So far, only a handful of people have ventured into the abandoned facility to never return from it.
Foreshadowing

You seem confused. I can see it in your eyes; they’re wandering in the mist. I don’t blame you; I’d be confused too if I were you. I don’t know who wouldn’t, I mean, being in this strange and dark room with a bunch of sock puppets swaying around you.

Sheesh, kind of creepy!

Especially the couple that represent crying people. Nah, it’s the ones that look like they could be doctors - these give me goosebumps. Or... or... Maybe, just maybe, it’s the ones who portray shocked bystanders.

No, no, I think... I know what makes me so uncomfortable… It’s that red handkerchief that you keep trying to pull from underneath your shirt. The fact that it keeps going on and on… that’s – that’s uncomfortable. Then again, it also could be the way your hands are fumbling about, almost aimlessly with that piece of crimson fabric.

Hey, why are you shaking? I’ve made sure you’ll be warm right now… Oh! Oh! Silly me, that’s right! You should be shivering and trembling! How could have I forgotten, that’s how I generate heat; I make the muscles contract and relax really quickly and that generates a lot of energy… A lot of heat.

Hey, hey, don’t fall asleep on me just yet. Look at me!

I know I probably seem strange to you right now; I mean, a talking brown bear sucking on an oxygen tank like a junky would snort their favorite brand of coke. Well, that’s the whole point! That’s foreshadowing!

Usually, the withdrawal causes some pleasant visions, a way to maintain the illusion of control. Sadly, I don’t have time for this right now, the boy is lying on the cold concrete. He is as good as a pile of Lego blocks, I tell you!

Most importantly, he is in a dire need of another dose of his omnipresent poison.
Choirosarkos

You are torn from the magnificent realm of dreams by a familiar yet alien cacophony of sounds that travel at the photonic speed tearing through the obsidian hued fabric blanketing the night's sky. As soon as your eyes open, the silver heavenly oculus casts its ferrous stare down upon you. A great fear arises within the depths of your heart for the impossibly foreign sounds are violating the silence once more and they are getting closer. The pale white dread forces you into an upright position as the melody of perdition echoes again, stronger, closer, inching nearer and nearer with each movement of a forgotten fallen abominable deity's movement. This orchestra of otherworldly frenzy can only mean one thing and while your mind drifts to a distant place and in a different time where you once more endure the sight of your relative being dismantled, dissolved and devoured until there is nothing left - no flesh, no blood, no sinew nor bone; your legs begin running.

As you run an ocean of living panic takes center stage. Your sisters and brothers, your mother and father, everyone you've called family scatter. You are left behind as the hecatoncheirean poetry draws painfully close to you. Instinctively, you turn back and your heart almost skips a beat. Behind you; a grotesque amalgamation of muscle arrayed in strange mounds supported on ever stranger shapes, hairy manes and teeth. An arachnid formation of eyes glisten at you - they hunger. The thing behind you is a legion and a singular organism both at once. It is so structured and yet amorphous both in the same. It is a singular ravenous maw and many hungering mouths. It is the swarm, the host, the angel of death itself and there is no escaping its murderous lust.

Its moans and shrieks and coughing and whooping laughter and draining the life right from inside your form. You run and run and run, but one of your legs gives out – for a fraction of a second and a sharp pain, unmatched by anything other than the nauseating noise all around you tears through your pelvis. You fall the ground, dust creeping into your facial orifices as you try to get back up, but the pain only gets worse. It burns through abdomen and you feel something snapping and falling out.

One Lernaean Myrmidonhead clasp its jaw around your organs and the others followed suit. You try to fight, but there is no point. Kicking and screaming seems only to arouse the beast, encouraging it to sink itself deeper and deeper into your body. The pain slowly takes over everything, overriding every sensation into a storm of agonizing, anginic and hypovolemic convulsions and stupor that slowly envelops your entire being in its cold and interstellar pulse as your sensations, thoughts, memories slowly bleed into a tunnel shaped temple where your mind will drown in everlasting darkness of the sentient black hole that grinds your cadaver into dust.
Sash

**Sash** was a contestant on Jackvivor: Indonesia, Jackvivor: All Stars, and Jackvivor: Blood vs Water.

## **Profile**

**Discord:** Sash

**Gender:** He/Him

**Timezone:** AEST

## **Survivor**

### **Indonesia**

Coming out strong in Indonesia, Sash made key connections with Barack, Ash and Sparks however was known to socially ostracise Baud, Peter and Tim. With a great challenge winning streak, he coasted to swap where he held majority and even gained an idol that would become active only at merge in the auction. Although originally doubtful, he let Scott into the OG Musim alliance with Sparks Barack and himself where they sniped Khamp out before merge.

At merge, they reunited with old musim and voted out Mickey. However following this, Barack's name was being tossed around, and with Sash's idol expiring at final 8, he knew it's time was running out. So in a shock move, he played his idol for Barack and voided 5 votes sending Tim home on a re-vote. At the final 8, no one trusted Sash after the vote blindsided even Sparks. His lack of social connections with the Badai's + Baud and Peter sealed his fate when Sparks and Scott flipped on a tie blindsiding him on a revote. He became the second juror and at a bitter FTC voted for Sparks to win.

### Cameroon: All Stars

#### Voting History

 1
 2
 3
 Voted Out, Day 8

### **Blood vs Water**

#### **Voting History**

 1
 TBA

## **Trivia**

* Sash was the first person to ever successfully play an idol in Jackvivor

* Sash is also the first and only person to find an idol each season he's played.

* He Briefly dated Singapore and fellow All Star Hollie on the pre-jury trip.

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Personagender

**Personagender** is a term for those who use a specific term when saying their gender in public, even though they don't actually identify completely with that term. One may narrow down their gender to make it simpler, or they may pretend to identify as something that they aren't in public to avoid transphobes. For example, someone who feels comfortable with the label "genderfluid girlflux genderflux" may simply say in public, "I'm non-binary" to avoid confusion. Another example is someone who is transmasculine and says they are a girl in public to avoid transphobes.

Personagender can also be a prefix. Personagender individuals may say they are a personagirl, personaboy, personanonbinary, etc.

## History

The term was coined by Tumblr user fathermartinarchimbaud on or before March 20, 2015. The account is now abandoned.

## Flag

The flag was created by DeviantArt user autistic-italy on or before September 26, 2016.

## References

1. ↑ Personagender coining
2. ↑ Flag creation
Phoenix

**Phoenix** was a contestant on Jackvivor: Maldives.

## **Profile**

**Discord:** -Phoenix-

**Gender:** They/Them

**Timezone:**

PHOENIX THE LEGEND!!! They were so much fun to have and went home in one of the craziest tribal councils of my org. I see Phoenix going a lot farther if Ellie didn’t target them but they didn’t and they rank here at number 9. I wish they wrote in their confessionals more because they really knew how to play and it showed many times. So glad they played!
There Was Really Nothing There

Yesterday, upon the stair there was nothing really there. I saw there was nothing there at three AM today, oh how I wish, I wish something would come my way.

When I was younger, I was living my life on the edge. Growing up with alcoholic and drug-addicted parents, I didn't know anything much about anything other than the pure joy of intoxication. I was hooked on the spirit by twelve. Every day, something went wrong. My eldest sister killed herself by accident. My brother was shot right in front of me over a botched drug deal. I watched Pa sell Ma to other men for money to buy more booze he'd drown me in. Things went wrong every single day, but at least it was something.

Then one day, I got clean; I got sick of being sick and tired and I got sick and tired of living on the edge so I got clean and I made something out of the nothing that I was. I turned my life around and made a career for myself, helping other people like myself. Eventually, I fell in love. At first it felt like I had made it, like I was on top of the world, but after we settled and got married and built a family, love did the worst thing imaginable.

It gave birth to absolutely nothing.

Gradually, then suddenly, I stopped finding any actual joys in life.

Everything grew more and more mechanical, monotonous, and cold.

Lifeless.

Meaningless.

Waking up every day felt the same until I stopped feeling anything altogether.

A chasm of emptiness opened up, following me everywhere I went, swallowing everything around me until there was nothing.

Waking every morning, I saw nothing of importance.

Kissing my wife, and her lips tasted like nothing, and so did her food.

Hearing my kids and their voices sounded like nothing.

As did my own voice.

Every day passed like nothing had happened because nothing ever did happen in my home town designed in accordance with the gloomy architecture of nothing.

Every now and again, I would wake up drenched in cold sweat, fearing for some odd reason that something had happened. Nothing ever did, leaving me empty and distraught over the fact the Nothing was slowly and methodically squeezing the sanity out of me.

Even when Pa passed away, I felt nothing. At his funeral I stood there, completely submerged in the emotional void of nothing as they lowered him into the ground. My eyes watered, but I felt absolutely nothing.

Life just went on, as if nothing had happened, because nothing indeed ever happened.

Even now, coming from work to the site of a catastrophe…

To the pile of ashes that used to be my home…

To find the scattered bone fragments of my family…

After everything that was mine was reduced to nothing –

even after something had finally happened, only nothing remains.

When a police officer told me I should find some solace in the fact that the explosion killed them so fast they felt nothing, all I could say was;

"Neither do I."
Joel

**Joel** was a contestant on Jackvivor: Maldives.

## **Profile**

**Discord:** Crispyjesus

**Gender:** He/Him

**Timezone:**

Joel got off to a good start on Pi’i but after Crystal quit he became inactive and ultimately had to be removed from the game. He seemed really sweet and I think he could’ve gone far, although sadly I can’t put him any higher on this list because he just simply was inactive.

#### **Voting History**

 1

## **Trivia**

* Joel is the first ever player to be medically evacuated in Jackvivor History