A Refugee Of The Old OD

I am a refugee of the old OD.  It was 2001.  I made many friends in the OD but they are lost to the winds of time. It is bitter sweet looking back.  I hope to find them again someday.  Here is one of my first entries.

‘Tis a formless ill wind bringing unwanted emotions. 

Aye, emotions from long ago.

The thing follows me everywhere, it is fate’s scheme to imprison me. 

Life is a battle at best.  And at its end none shall prevail against it.

Wherefore whence come thee from thy journey? 

Better to have lived a short life as a warrior with glory and purpose than a long one imprisoned by fear and despair.

To live a mediocre life ’til death’s embrace is death nonetheless.

So this Warrior Knight chooses to die living at the speed of light.

Far better to live a Warrior’s riotous life of slings and arrows then to whimper away in a the dark.

Therefore take up thy shield and thy sword and advance to battle! 

See that the purpose of battle and struggle is to feel the thrill of being triumphant!