This is one of the most keeping story I have ever created because of the similarities between the settings and characters to that one favourite game of mine. Sort of anyways but if you ever play FF XII, you would kow about half of the settings and how the customs are done inside this one.
Here we go.
The dark sky was made darker by the contrast of flames that was licking the whole city, spreading from one rooftop to another and the chaos within the buildings themselves are making grim of the city's fate. There were bodies, bloodied or blackened, scattered everywhere. The war had taken the north gate first, the armies of the great Empire, led by the Lord General Haxin himself, had crashed through magical barriers and physical alike. The hand crafted duralumin gate now stood bended and broken by it's hinges. Starting from there, the bodies were piled up one after another at the sides of roads, marking women and children as well as men in shining armor. Now, their eyes stared into void, claiming for a cause to end this war.
At the center of The Shining City, Rousce, the armies of Great Emperor of the Cena was immobilizing. The march had continued from the north gate to the adjacent east gate, where the enemies now stood, marking their territories, a magical barrier between them and the 7th Platoon, a whole 500 men wielding pikes in bulky armor, even now eyeing the barrier as suspciously as the gathering men on the other side. One of them shifted his shoulder muscles, trying to adjust to the strain on his left one. His arms were slapped with a metal clang from another man coming from behind.
"Get ready, the mages are bringing the paling down. Once it's down, we are sure to meet the fury of Rousce's defenders. Those guys out there are really asking for it," the man from behind addressed to those within earshot, causing a turbulence in the straight line. He was wearing a helmet like all the others but his looks older than any of them and looks weary from repaired dents. His was also decorated with chips and carvings only a master craftsman could've appreciate, matching the ones on his gauntlets down to his metal boots. Evidence of fighting bloodied the chips now.
"Yes, sir! Sir... Why are we even at the East gate? We could've charged through to the center and take the city before dinner," the pikeman asked.
Silence filled in amongst shifting men, each of them looking at the new recruit. The man in decorated armor looked at him, his eye holes seem to be frowning. Yet, he looked away almost immediately and went to the front. He turned around and looked from one of the line to the other. Five stretches of men, each of them designed at their places specifically. The great wall of Haxin, some called them. That would be an understatement. This wall are fearless and they could charge through thousands of man within minutes. But they are also made to be the first one to fall.
"Listen! Rousce will fall tonight because of its betrayal of our treaty! They will know despair throughout Cena! We stand here to mark that betrayal and to strike fear into the other nations! The mighty Empire will not fall down tonight! I ask plenty of you all. So, I will ask again tonight! Who are the defenders?"
As an answer all of the pikesmen hauled up their spears and roared out a single word. "Men!"
The commander in front took up his halberd. "Who are the men?"
The rows of men brought their pikes down and slant it towards an angle, with their big shields covering their ranks, shouting "Ingrods!"
Commander Faam turned to face the other armies, now getting ready to meet them as well, with their long and short swords. After this, I am done with all of these wars, he said inside. Outward, he asked one last question.
"Who are the Ingrods?"
"Us!"
The Paling was down even as the question asked. The men Rousce charged on like cornered rats, fighting a futile battle against them. That day, the Ingrods won but none of them cheered when the charge was cleared. Another wave was coming and they were marched to the south gate. Inside those steel helmets, the men of Ingrods frowned in grim determination. A madman was leading them, from one place to another.
The only reason they are delaying the succumb of the city was because the madman wanted the Shining City to surrender. Not to be destroyed instantly. Instead, the madman wanted to make the Emporer of the Cera crawl to his legs and beg for peace. A madman was leading these grim men. And none of them could breath a word of defiance.
The night was long and the battle hard. But the Ingrods stood high and tall throughout, claiming their name of the Wall of Haxin.
Nov 11, 2013
Sadness inside for the truth that she hides
10th November 2013
Around 2.00 P.M.
Room
Around the descriptions of the date above, I knew now that I was right. I was right about everything, and I was right about the part about when I look at people and I know what their inner feelings are before they even open their mouths. But hey, I've been thinking that that is a bad thing and I should stop it. Being the perhaps some small percentage of the world's population that has been able to do this, I do not consider myself unique. Unique is word you describe a three headed lamb with each head having two mouths and a three-pairing birth mark on their foreheads.
I am a complicated man with a simple heart. That's all there is to it. These may not be the feelings I've shown to other people but hey, a man can have many secrets. And INFJs have more than you can imagine. They are like the solitary piece of Orihalcum in a mine of Quicksilver. You don't know what I'm talking about? Good, neither do I most of the time. Don't ask me what I'm writing because free hand writing is what I do best and I am doing it right now. What's an INFJ, you ask? Well, its an archetype of psyches that has been categorized by... a lot of psychologists and whatnot.
The name of that categorization is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBIT) that has been used for a long time it seems. Wikipedia doesn't say anything about that. Short story : MBIT categorizes the general people into GENERAL types. Imagine a plate of chicken chop, with nothing else. Just the chicken. Some people would think it's too simple and decides to go to the shopping and mall and buy some black pepper sauce in a bottle to spice things up a bit. Some other people would think it's just nice, plain chicken and plain chop. Some other people would look at this dish and thinks to himself, "How much calorie would this have?" and eat it anyway because she's hungry. But some few people would look at it and thinks to himself "Chicken chops... chicken shops.... Hicken Shops... Hicken Shop of Weaponry... Hicken Glare of the Northen Wind with his best sorting of weapons that he had made himself... Hicken Glare who wrought the piece of blade that had destroyed the last of the dragons..." And he ends up eating the chicken while all kinds of stories appear inside his head like mushrooms until he doesn't have space at all for barely anything else and he doesn't even know it's happening. It feels like a curse if that happens.
Long story... well the one before was long but this one is longer. MBIT is made up of two broad categories; Extrovert and Introvert. Extrovert means you are in the "real" world much more than the Introvert, who lives inside his head. Then there's more categorization. The way you make decisions, by perceiving (Intuition or Sensing) or by judging (Thinking and Feeling). Remember, though, that these are theories. And in theories you cannot really know a true definite answer. These are just guidelines for yourselves. I've long since really put honest trust in these kinds of labeling. I hate labeling for one. It's like having a price tag on your personality and the world is trying to buy you as cheap as possible with rubbish bargains. The way I see these categorization is that it makes it easier for us to understand who we really are, and try not to feel bad about it. I don't feel bad about it.
So, after sifting through the webs, I came to this website. CelebrityTypes is a website that takes the MBIT test a step further by giving famous personalities a personality test. Most are famous history-making people like Socrates, Plato, Hitler, Mahatman Ghandi or Roosevelt. Some are less obscure like Marilyn Manson. Whatever it is, there's a test that you can take on that page and once you done it, you would be generally categorize as one of the 16 broad categories. Congratulations, you have set a price on your toe. Now its up to you to increase or let it decrease. Want it or not, the world is like that. I may live inside my head, but that doesn't mean I don't look out the windows. I do. A lot of times. And it's very ugly outside. I don't want to go outside.
I am INFJ and I do not feel unique. Trust me, for our kind, feeling unique is what we detest the most. About 7 years before, when I was in secondary school, I would've given anything to become like other people; fit, talkative, social, likable, handsome and so on. Instead, I became this... socially awkward (like "Hi... Erm..." socially awkward) with a complete suspicion that everyone is plotting against me. The world was evil and I was the victim. So, around when I was 14 or 15, I decided to make myself a hero. I did. A lot of times too. It nearly felt as good as sex would've been... if I know what sex feels that is. I didn't stop making myself a hero, except that... it became more than that. I started to write things down. Names, plots, details of the world and so on until it became second nature to me to just look at one thing, let my mind wander and boom, a novel out of nowhere. I haven't even gone to make it into a trilogy yet, so don't go anywhere. Eff why I, I did make a trilogy but... it became more than that. See what I mean by curse?
Anyways, try and go to CelebrityTypes and take the test, it's in the left margin of the page, you can't miss it. If you miss it, you're blind and I suggest going to the Optimitrist and preparing several hundred dollars for a pair of concave or convex glass, held by plastic frames. Don't feel bad, blind people. A lot of people are blind actually. Blind about the truths that has been under their very noses... Such arrogance. And they call me ignorant. Butt-sniffing bastards. I'm not talking about dogs by the way. Just so you know. Ahem.
Did I mention that INFJs are people who think Intuitively inside and Feeling outside? No? Well I am now. That either means I have a serious problem saying what I mean to say or not saying what I mean to say and making other people really confused of what I'm trying to say. There you go. Oh and don't go to chats and say that you are INFJs and that makes you feel good because you are the 1% of the global population. One percent of 6.9 billion is a lot. We may come rare these days but look at the world now... almost everyone has a smart phone with a touchscreen. Thirty years ago you would've paid more than 3000 dollars for a 500 MB hard disk. I'm not even kidding.
And as always... Look out for a guy named Hicken Glare for the next weeks of the month. I'm sure I'm going to think something up. God, I hate it when I think up stuff and I missed a floor from my room. Mind you, I went up an extra floor, not left one behind. And only realising it when I nearly went into "my" room. THESE AREN'T MY UNDERWEARS.
Around 2.00 P.M.
Room
Around the descriptions of the date above, I knew now that I was right. I was right about everything, and I was right about the part about when I look at people and I know what their inner feelings are before they even open their mouths. But hey, I've been thinking that that is a bad thing and I should stop it. Being the perhaps some small percentage of the world's population that has been able to do this, I do not consider myself unique. Unique is word you describe a three headed lamb with each head having two mouths and a three-pairing birth mark on their foreheads.
I am a complicated man with a simple heart. That's all there is to it. These may not be the feelings I've shown to other people but hey, a man can have many secrets. And INFJs have more than you can imagine. They are like the solitary piece of Orihalcum in a mine of Quicksilver. You don't know what I'm talking about? Good, neither do I most of the time. Don't ask me what I'm writing because free hand writing is what I do best and I am doing it right now. What's an INFJ, you ask? Well, its an archetype of psyches that has been categorized by... a lot of psychologists and whatnot.
The name of that categorization is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBIT) that has been used for a long time it seems. Wikipedia doesn't say anything about that. Short story : MBIT categorizes the general people into GENERAL types. Imagine a plate of chicken chop, with nothing else. Just the chicken. Some people would think it's too simple and decides to go to the shopping and mall and buy some black pepper sauce in a bottle to spice things up a bit. Some other people would think it's just nice, plain chicken and plain chop. Some other people would look at this dish and thinks to himself, "How much calorie would this have?" and eat it anyway because she's hungry. But some few people would look at it and thinks to himself "Chicken chops... chicken shops.... Hicken Shops... Hicken Shop of Weaponry... Hicken Glare of the Northen Wind with his best sorting of weapons that he had made himself... Hicken Glare who wrought the piece of blade that had destroyed the last of the dragons..." And he ends up eating the chicken while all kinds of stories appear inside his head like mushrooms until he doesn't have space at all for barely anything else and he doesn't even know it's happening. It feels like a curse if that happens.
Long story... well the one before was long but this one is longer. MBIT is made up of two broad categories; Extrovert and Introvert. Extrovert means you are in the "real" world much more than the Introvert, who lives inside his head. Then there's more categorization. The way you make decisions, by perceiving (Intuition or Sensing) or by judging (Thinking and Feeling). Remember, though, that these are theories. And in theories you cannot really know a true definite answer. These are just guidelines for yourselves. I've long since really put honest trust in these kinds of labeling. I hate labeling for one. It's like having a price tag on your personality and the world is trying to buy you as cheap as possible with rubbish bargains. The way I see these categorization is that it makes it easier for us to understand who we really are, and try not to feel bad about it. I don't feel bad about it.
So, after sifting through the webs, I came to this website. CelebrityTypes is a website that takes the MBIT test a step further by giving famous personalities a personality test. Most are famous history-making people like Socrates, Plato, Hitler, Mahatman Ghandi or Roosevelt. Some are less obscure like Marilyn Manson. Whatever it is, there's a test that you can take on that page and once you done it, you would be generally categorize as one of the 16 broad categories. Congratulations, you have set a price on your toe. Now its up to you to increase or let it decrease. Want it or not, the world is like that. I may live inside my head, but that doesn't mean I don't look out the windows. I do. A lot of times. And it's very ugly outside. I don't want to go outside.
I am INFJ and I do not feel unique. Trust me, for our kind, feeling unique is what we detest the most. About 7 years before, when I was in secondary school, I would've given anything to become like other people; fit, talkative, social, likable, handsome and so on. Instead, I became this... socially awkward (like "Hi... Erm..." socially awkward) with a complete suspicion that everyone is plotting against me. The world was evil and I was the victim. So, around when I was 14 or 15, I decided to make myself a hero. I did. A lot of times too. It nearly felt as good as sex would've been... if I know what sex feels that is. I didn't stop making myself a hero, except that... it became more than that. I started to write things down. Names, plots, details of the world and so on until it became second nature to me to just look at one thing, let my mind wander and boom, a novel out of nowhere. I haven't even gone to make it into a trilogy yet, so don't go anywhere. Eff why I, I did make a trilogy but... it became more than that. See what I mean by curse?
Anyways, try and go to CelebrityTypes and take the test, it's in the left margin of the page, you can't miss it. If you miss it, you're blind and I suggest going to the Optimitrist and preparing several hundred dollars for a pair of concave or convex glass, held by plastic frames. Don't feel bad, blind people. A lot of people are blind actually. Blind about the truths that has been under their very noses... Such arrogance. And they call me ignorant. Butt-sniffing bastards. I'm not talking about dogs by the way. Just so you know. Ahem.
Did I mention that INFJs are people who think Intuitively inside and Feeling outside? No? Well I am now. That either means I have a serious problem saying what I mean to say or not saying what I mean to say and making other people really confused of what I'm trying to say. There you go. Oh and don't go to chats and say that you are INFJs and that makes you feel good because you are the 1% of the global population. One percent of 6.9 billion is a lot. We may come rare these days but look at the world now... almost everyone has a smart phone with a touchscreen. Thirty years ago you would've paid more than 3000 dollars for a 500 MB hard disk. I'm not even kidding.
And as always... Look out for a guy named Hicken Glare for the next weeks of the month. I'm sure I'm going to think something up. God, I hate it when I think up stuff and I missed a floor from my room. Mind you, I went up an extra floor, not left one behind. And only realising it when I nearly went into "my" room. THESE AREN'T MY UNDERWEARS.
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