It's weird to me, but yeah, the 4th is in a few days, but I'm going to be 20 years old on that day, seems weird considering I've been with NG for six years (two years of lurking before joining) but good god man, 20 fucking years, what should I do?

TALK ABOUT ANYTHING, AND WE WILL CHAT ABOUT IT LIKE THE KINGS DID.

I have been prone to many trageties, but many pleasures through my life, and still I experience many as I continue on. I was born and raised in a wooded region in michigan, where I lived and grew happily only to become a mere shadow of my former child later on. After my sister was born my Biological father had walked out on us, leaving me, my mother, my brother and sister alone without a father figure. Somewhere deep down I remember I was confused as to why he was walking away, but never bothered to stop him either.

A few years had passed, I grew into a child around the age of 7, anti-social and emotionless toward those around me. Naturally I had found I was also very social and persuasive too, but was trapped in a shell of solitary confinement. It wasn't until a kid had taken a simple toy, that I learned, naturally I was a gifted fighter. The kid who refused to give that toy back had learned this quickly too. I remember being pulled off the kid as he was screaming and crying, and wallowing in the corner in pain as I had accidently dislocated his shoulder without realising it. None of the kids had messed with me until middleschool, where I had moved away to another town.

As I grew older I became stronger in the skills I learned, while growing a deep inner hatred and rage for my biological father who had left me as a child. Around the time I moved, I met a kid by the name of john I learned basic bushido, and again found myself to be very gifted in the art of swordplay. But unfortunatly john stopped teaching me the ways of bushido when his siter was killed and shot in southern flint, It hadn't bothered me even though somewhere I felt remorse and sympathy for him, I couldn't understand why either.

At the age of 17, I had become a tempermental person, I didn't feel any remorse or emotion for anyone or anything not even myself. I remember one day in high school, and kid who had been a bully to me, out of the blue punched his girlfriend in the face, a good friend of mine at that. It felt like another being had taken over, but when I finally came to, I wasn't mortified, or happy at what I saw, but the kid who had punched his girlfriend in the face, I had single handly taken him down, smashing his face into his own locker and throwing him into one of the glass paned vending machines, any teachers who attempted to stop me were either thrown or too terrified at what had happened, even today I feel like it never happened, but I grew an angry feeling ever so much more. The day finally came around when law suits and charges weren't filed, but everyone looked at me, as if I was a monster. A monster who had single handedly destroyed the school's number one football athlete, a kid who was so much bigger than me at that.

The friends I attempted to talk to, wouldn't say a word to me, the teachers ignored me, and I again fell into another abyss of anti-social tendancies. I later picked up video gaming as a way of getting lost in another world, trying to find a character of one who's story would relate to mine. Never did quiet find anyone who had a happy ending that could relate to me, Instead I became much like one character from Castlevania, in a matter of speaking. I knew I had power in my abilities, but since that day, I've never used them and I put them into hibernation, I still think of myself as a person somewhere deep down, but the things I went through as a child, I feel that there can be no peace for me as wherever I go that shadow is sure to follow me.

It's been years since I've talked about myself, but the many betrayals and encounters I've dealt with, I've become a shadow of myself, afraid that my abilities may hurt those around me.

I am but a warrior at heart, with a terrible inner demon who lurks just below my surface. I have grown up into a man, a man who wanders both this earth and their own soul, looking for some sort of truth as to why I am this way but I've also turned into a good person at heart for what I have become, but that dark side of me still lingers, forever letting me know it's still there. I began to tell others of my story, learning how to use my abilities for the good of others despite what others may think of me in the process.

This is my story, of how I became Kanon. A warrior who fights even if the past still haunts me.

"I sit here day by day, wondering to myself if there really is a way to be truely happy, the nightmares and dreams that haunt me tell me otherwise. I feel like a Darkness here to stay, but can't seem to shake the feeling there is something more. Something that stays with me and bears it's teeth below my conscious gnawing and lashing out, lurking and waiting, but to what may it be?"

I tend to post my troubled mind on pages like this to vent and ask questions, but lately I've had the same dream over and over again, with that exact quote written on the walls of the room I find myself in. The room has a blue hue, coming from behind a single pillar, a soothing vocal can be heard the closer I get to the pillar, the walls made of rather large sized bricks, damp with moisture. I can never seem to figure out what this means, but nonetheless. Have you ever had any odd unexplainable recurring dreams?

At 19 hours ago, Protagonist wrote:

": At 19 minutes ago, Kanon wrote:
: I'm being held by force at my girlfriends house, who refuses to let me run around outside, butt naked while it's thundering out, I am stuck in the basement, the door is locked, and the only window is boarded up. How do I escape?"

Simple! First, find the tools. It's a basement, so there's a 100% chance of a red toolbox in the corner behind some boxes soaked in questionable basement liquids. You move the boxes and find a redtoolbox. Drats, you forgot females don't have tools! The tool box only has a nail filer inside.

You attempt to use it on the doorknob. After an hour of painstaking work, all you manage to do is turn the knob into a square, which then falls off. You now have a metal square!

You go back to the boarded window and attempt to use the nail filer. That isn't working, you grab the red tool box and smash the boards blocking the window. There are boards on the otherside, but there are also metal bars before said boards. You begin working on one with the filer. It takes about 10 minutes for you to remove the weakest bar. There is now a big enough gap for you to fit, but there are still boards on the other side.

You throw the tool box through and smash them and begin to climb, but suddenly your legs and pulled and blackness swirls around the screen as you enter an RPG esquire battle.

Your girlfriend appears on the other side of the screen, wielding a frying pan. Shes level 99, and you're just level 20. The battle begins and she goes first, hitting you in the cock for 20 damage!

You use bitch smack for only a mere 5 damage.

She goes again, hitting your cock once more for 20 damage, and causes the swollen status effect. You use your erect and swollen penis as a baseball bat, and hit her across the face with it for 30 damage, but this completely drains your special bar.

She heals by going to the kitchen, and making herself a sandwich, and then hits you again for 30 damage! You are down to 10 health, you look in your inventory and all you have is the cube. You throw it at her head, CRITICAL HIT! 9999 damage. She falls to the ground and begins bleeding. With her out you now escape into the overworld.

You guys think i'm an asshole/troll.

Posting from phone, much love. HIT ME UP FUCKERS.

Oh how you piss me off.

I guess we see just who your true friends are now don't we?

Because, I sure in hell don't.