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@that1_T0ad language

The eight Rings of Existence, the very trinkets that kept aloft the fragile structures of the known world, have existed since the dawn of time, secluded deep underground, where no man could ever find them. That's what they told me once. And now, for the third time, one of those rings have been… stolen, apparently. With this simple fact, I have evaluated four certainties. Firstly, that all eight rings are in one place; any fool would believe that they were hidden in independent locations. No, that is not the case. The thief, whoever he may be, has already robbed three rings, which are already impossible to find. He found one, which was kept in the same room as the other seven, for no one has such skill as to be able to find three impossibly hidden rings in a matter of days. The thief found one ring, thus finding the others at the same time. Secondly, the thief will not steal all the rings. A fool of a thief he would be to steal them all, for the moment he removed the final ring from its pedestal, the world would collapse and he, along with the rings and every human being, would be dead forever. The crook may infect steal many of the rings, but only enough to cause chaos: his choice of entertainment. Thirdly, is the fact that this planet is completely and utterly doomed. With the rings of Reality, Order, and Physics gone from their place, the world has begun to crumble. Cows melt into bubbly mush as if they were made of butter. Humans have leaped off cliffs and soared for miles like birds. The tides have shifted dramatically, flooding cities or creating barren deserts of dead coral that reek of rotting fish. If another ring is stolen, the planet may not survive much longer.
Fourth and foremost, I am completely and utterly alone. Here I stand in solitude in the one place I never imagined to be: the entrance to the Circle of Rings. Beyond this door, I must withstand the glory of the Rings, conjure a weapon with the power the still hold, and fight off the thief as he come for the next Ring. Me. Out of all the humans of earth. I first wondered why the chose me for such a death-inviting task, but I figured out the reason why shortly afterwards. I am the only person on this planet with nothing left to lose. And so here I am, dressed in a ridiculously heavy set of armor that I know I will strip off before the next five minutes are up and welding nothing but a neatly folded sheet of paper explaining what I am to do. Me. A fool of a person left on my own to defend the likeness of Time, Life, Death, Character, and Memory. But I cannot turn back. I must honor my agreement. Blackmail is the cruel reality of agreements. But there is no use complaining. With the world on my shoulders, it is up to me to stop everything from turning to dust. Stop the thief, return the rings, save the world. That's my job, and I intend to complete it.

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Avery stormed down the hallway, his dark aura reaching out more than usual. "Whom the fuck took my scythe rings?" He yelled as some of the Embodiments peeked their heads out of their doors and quickly closed the doors, no one wanted to go near Avery when he was like this. Avery was stopped when some of the only people who could calm him walked up, they were the original Embodiments. "You need to calm down, I'm pretty sure Angel is just pulling another prank," Bren reassured him, realizing that was probably a mistake when he saw Avery's face. "Angel, you say?" He asks as a wicked grin spread across his face, he was always prepared to get revenge on his brother. "You shouldn't have said that," Cherry informed Bren as Avery started to run down the hall. "I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE ANGEL!" Avery yelled as he ran towards his brother's door.

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Week 8: Write about the stolen rings.

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@Nomadicd20 group

Week 10: The ocean’s waters suddenly became crystal clear, allowing light penetrate all the way the ocean’s bed, revealing something very unexpected.

@TinyMagicWolf pets

It wasn't her fault. She knew it wasn't, but she couldn't do anything to change what had happened. She blamed herself, despite the red haze that tinted her vision, despite the faint giggling she could hear whenever "She" came out. This other girl - other personality - was not her friend.
She was a good girl. She is a good girl, though she can't seem to make herself believe that. Young, kind, bashful. She used to be bolder, friendlier with people, before the incident with her mother. And then it got even worse when those men came back and took her father too. Good things don't always happen to good people, no matter how old or how young. The universe doesn't care much. "Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it take and it takes."
But people have secrets, and sometimes, they don't want those secrets being aired. Deep down, we all have our fears, our regrets, our pain, and yet, no matter how well you hide it, there will always be that one person who can read you like a book.
She didn't mean to hurt anyone, but, again, there wasn't much she could do. Though, if she was being totally honest with herself, part of her did want to fight back, as bad of an idea as she knew that was. As soon as the kids - those darned bullies - started pushing her around and bombarding her with insults, her mind became fuzzy, and all she wanted to do was to get away. One wrong move was made, and "She" came out to put a stop to it all. All the poor girl remembers is coming to with her big sister holding her tightly, quietly humming their family song as the bullies retreated into the forest. The giggling was still fresh in her mind, echoing for a little while longer before going silent. Her violent personality is still there, listening, waiting for an opportunity to "help". She can't let it happen. Not again.
But it will, she just doesn't know when. That's why she mostly keeps to herself. Why she keeps quiet when even her best friends are around. Why she doesn't let anyone see the tears that come when she thinks back to the mistakes she made. She can't lose anyone else.
Someone will find out. Someone will break her down and make her talk about everything, and that scares her. She isn't sure how much longer she can keep herself smiling for everyone, but she does.
Still, that giggling sometimes turns into a dim, whispery voice before it vanishes again.
"Even a white rose has a dark shadow."

(whispers Was that too long)

@TinyMagicWolf pets

(Oh hecc, this works for my brother's characters!)

They once sat calmly on the hill together, smiling as they watched the sun set behind the city. The older would make a morbid remark about the city or the humans' limited lives, and the younger would giggle and/or cringe at the boy's rather dark sense of humor. Then, once the moon was starting to make her way up the sky, the demonic duo would head home to do some nighttime training and then turn in for the night.
As they grew, Chan would go to the hill with two new friends. "Are you sure he's gonna show up?" Diana asked, flopping onto her back and brushing her hands through the grass. "He will. They'll be lighting the fireworks soon." Chan assured her. "He's just caught up; he's got a lot going on, you know." Then, Leo would scoff quietly. "Maybe he doesn't feel like joining today?" He suggested. "I mean, sure, this is supposed to be a tradition for you guys, but-"
"He'll be here. Be patient."
And Shyro would show up just before the fireworks went off, sending the people gathered at the festival below into a joyous frenzy, while the four young adults watched and cheered from that hill.
Now, Chan stands on the hill alone. His human friends are gone. His mother is gone. He has been given a responsibility, but there is no one left to help him. He watches the sun set behind the city, waiting.
He hears a noise behind him and turns around, crossing his arms. "What took you so long?" He asks. "I'm a busy man, little brother, I can't be expected to show up at the exact moment you want me to." Shyro responds, returning the younger demon's glare. "Busy, hm? Doing what, making people's lives miserable?" Chan says, feeling his magic starting to build. Shyro chuckled lowly. "Well, of course. How else am I supposed to make this work?"
Chan feels his right arm change shape, and he clenches the large, purple claw. "You don't know how much this hurts, do you? To be here, faced with this task. You didn't have to choose this path, Shyro, and yet-"
"Here we are. Trust me, Chan, I do know. But this was my choice, and I've come so far in my endeavors, I can't stop now."
"That son of yours…he's not going to follow you in this."
"Oh, yes, I know. But that is all part of the plan, don't you worry."
Shyro took a few steps forward before summoning his sword, and Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, not afraid to let the other demon see his tears in the moment. Shyro tensed, but refused to admit that seeing his little brother in this state always made his dark heart lurch. "Hell, man, don't cry over this. You knew as well as I that it was bound to happen! Besides, it's not like I'm going to kill you tonight…those little ones need you, don't they?"
"They do…and they'll kill you when the time comes."
"I wouldn't expect anything less. Unless, of course…"
"You're sick."
"I know."
Then they stood there for a few seconds more, before Shyro finally shook his head and sighed.
"Bitter are the wars between brothers."
With that, Chan moved forward as Shyro readied his sword.

@Bandito

His umbrella landed on his head, but the rain didn't come with it.
He could feel himself shriveling already, cringing until his face was one with the dusty wood. He could hear something breathing all around him, from any direction. He could sense that he was no longer on Earth, no longer in the Milky Way, no longer in Kansas. But he could not know where he was. Because he was dead before he could process anything other than the fact that he was thirsty, so thirsty, and that this place was too, and that he would die in time to preserve its life.
Odd that the puddle was so wet.

(is this okay? I know I didn't use the actual words and it's short :P)

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I have no idea what to write at all, I'm just here becuase y'all are such good writers!