Nasan ka na Ninong Kandule?


Hmmm, noong unang panahon, merong isang swordsman na sobrang angas. Ang paborito nyang linya ay "hoy amputa!!" "paq kau mga GM, PBP AMP!". Ang paniniwala nya kasi ay sya ang pinakamalakas sa buong Midgard dahil sa knyang double vital falchion (dahil agi knight daw sya). Pero kahit naman ganun sya, meron naman syang konting knowledge. Sya nga ang nagpa-uso ng PANTY (Pretty And Neat Thats You) staka TAYO na ginamit sa tayong-tayo na ang ibig sabihin lang naman ay "Thinkin Of You Olways". Marami pa yan, nakalimutan ko lang yung iba. Malakas talga sya, pati kay GM Phage na crush na crush nya na lagi naman syang nababasted. Ganun naman mga bida di ba? Basted sa umpisa.

Meron pa syang dalawang kasama, si Ate Guy na isang acolyte at si Tirso na isang archer na merong alagang falcon (sisiw pa lang) na ang pangalan ay Piki. "Go Piki...Blitz Beat!!" Si Ate Guy naman ay isang huwarang scammer na tinatakbuhan ang mga nagbabayad sa knya para magpawarp. Silang tatlo ang ayaw nyong makasalubong, pero sila ang dakilang bayani ng Midgard.

Noong gustong sakupin ni Baphomet ang buong Midgard. At muntikan nang matigok sa Tirso sa mga Jokers. Ay teka, natigok ata un with matching flashback pa. *Begin flashback in slowmo... Ate Guy, heal mo ko. Tirsoooo tira!! *Very slowmo binato ni Tirso ang kanyang bow sa kalaban. *End slowmo. Bakit mo binato bow mo? Wala na kong arrow Ninong eh.

Okay balik sa kwento. May kung anong gumising sa katauhan ni Kandule (with glitters and visual effects) nagtransform sya into makisig at magalang na Crusader. At ang pamatay na Holy Cross ang tumapos kay Bapho. Okay na sana, kaso pagkatapos ng laban maging swordsman na sya ulit. Maangas na ulit.

At may isang araw na nag-iwan ng sulat si Piki sa amo nyang si Tirso. Sabi nya uuwi daw muna sya kasi merong problema sa knila. Pero hanggang don lang, wala nang balita kay Ninong Kandule at sa dalwa nyang alagad. Isa pa naman ako sa mga taga-hanga nya. Naging sila kaya ni GM Phage? Or baka nabuhay ulit si Baphomet at kinain sya. San ka na ba Ninong? Sumulat ka naman.

A tribute to: "Ang Alamat ni Pritong Kandule"

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Broken wings


This is from a friend of mine, he posted this long time ago on a forum thread. Just wanted to repost, Laica-kun please dont kill me ^_^V

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Everybody has wings. Some probably don't know
it, yet. Some do. They say that all people have
only one wing, so they need other people to help
them fly. None can fly without the other.

I know that I have them, too. I'm different from
others, because I have a pair of them. Two wings.
So, I don't need others to help me fly. They say I'm
special. That I'm strong. Because I have two
wings, I can fly on my own.

They don't know that one of them is broken.

One of my wings has been broken for a long time
now. Was it when I was born, or when somebody
harmed me? I can't tell... I failed to remember
when or how it happened. But, here it is. It is truly
mangled. It is unlike any ordinary injury. A part of it
has already started to rot. There's a part where
the feathers have already fallen off. The bones are
bared and can be seen.

It's nearly dead.

But I was able to hide it with what's left of its
feathers. Thankfully, they covered the broken part
well. So no one could see it.

My feathers are black like the night. So they
couldn't make out the dark blood flowing every
now and then from my open wound. I'm glad that
it's that color, because when people see it, they
fear it and stand in awe and respect. They always
fail to see beyond it.

When I try to fly, they stare at me in wonder.
Because I can fly alone, unlike most of us who
need to cling to another to reach greater heights.

And they say I fly well.

They didn't know that it almost kills me to even
move my wings.

When I open my wings, the wound is reopened as
well. The tendons break anew, and my blood
flows. My bones get dislocated again, and I can
feel them rubbing roughly against each other. I can
see more feathers falling.

Because of that, I have to fly around and show off
a lot of maneuvers even if it's so painful. So that
no one will notice the blood and the feathers
falling.

The pain nearly paralyses me, but I know that I
have to look as if I'm enjoying my flight. We all
have to fly, so it's inevitable.

They leave me alone because they think I'm
strong. They think my wings are perfect and
beautiful. They think I'm indestructible.

Nobody knew that each day that passes by, each
night I spent alone, I cry and scream in agony as I
try to rest and cure my broken wing. I tried my best
to mend it, but it is futile. Its fate is sealed.

Yet, even if it's like that, it's still a part of me. So no
matter how much I want to get rid of it, I can't.

It is my wing, after all.

The day will come when all of them will fly away to
that place where we're all meant to be, with their
companions. But by then, my wing will have died.
And so I shall be left behind and shall walk alone
in this world.

With my dead and broken wing.

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My First Entry


Nothing much, I've talked to an old friend today. Reminiscing the old days. We were ragna addicts, yeah like I miss my falcon. I was a hunter and a falconer. I miss Glasht Heim and how my falcon flew like crazy rampaging havoc to zombie prisoners and everything that stands in our way. Yeah, missed my falcon Interceptor. I miss siege wars, the underwater cave, the pyramid where I spent most of my time snipping mummies hahaha!

I miss Xmas map, Baphomet, Moonlight Flower (prettiest boss in ragna world) and everything. Missed them.

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