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Page of Doom

This will probably remain to be the only post I will ever make, I’m saying this for the record, and leaving it at that for the world to see.

I’m not saying this in a purely negative way, but I’m just gonna info dump this one classpect. Because it’s mine ^~^

This is entirely because I couldn’t find much upon the page of doom class on the interwebs, (and trust me, I dove pretty deep.)

Because for the page class being the class of limitless potential, and the hardest challenge, as well as having a little bit of a weakling… we literally are obligated by our personal issues of initial weakness to have others pick up the slack. Our ultimate fate lies within others. The people who surround us. Will they destroy us? Manipulate us? Exploit us? Steal from us? Create in us? Understand us? Who’s best for the job anyways?? To truly bring us to completion?!

The answer to that… is yes.

They are all. Needed.

As we are the clay, each person shapes the page into who they will ultimately become.

That does not take away our responsibility of our actions. But we are easily stumbled, we are very impressionable.

Now add doom into the mix.

And you now have a double edged sword.

Doom… the aspect of suffering. Of fate. The final destination, whether that be life or death? A doom bound could be fated to attain eternal youth, and that’d be their doom.

So doom does not necessarily mean death. Because death means aging. That’s time.

But! We’re entropy, we are resentment, we are the resigned to what life has for us. We have the weakness, and we have empathy for it.

We may be the most understanding, empathetic, caring, kind, and grateful aspect in the wheel… at least when we’re at our best.

We understand, because we’ve experienced it.

We empathize, because we don’t want anyone else to experience the same.

We care.

We’re kind.

We’re grateful of what we DO have, rather than what we could have.

We, at our best… don’t say poor me at a stubbed toe. We just get through it…

But then again that kinda leads me to the classpect.

The page of doom.

If you thought a knight of blood was weak?? Then just look at the page of doom.

But just like Karkat, who made strength from his connections in his companions.(which is similar to what pages do. Not calling KK a page, he’s most definitely a knight.)

A page of doom, thrives within weakness. Thrives in entropy.

If a page is supposedly “served their aspect”

Then the page of doom is served doom.

So. Kick your fellow page of doom.

It’ll hurt us, but “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” is all too real for this classpect

In order for a page of doom to complete his or her or their challenge. They’re gonna need to GO THROUGH HELL.

And then, after much pain? RISE OUT OF IT!

Then? Whatever pain comes after? We don’t feel it.

I mean, we feel the stubbed toe. But it doesn’t affect us.

I mean, we won’t enjoy it… we aren’t masochists. But dammit if we don’t seem like it sometimes

We don’t look for suffering, suffering finds us.

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But. It doesn’t have to be that way forever

If you’re a page of doom. And you’re reading this?

With enough time, and a little creativity

Gathering information, even if you have to pull it from the obscure and mysteriously forgotten

Take heart. Know yourself. Your potential. You’re unique!

But be mindful. You’re not god. You are what you eat. You reap what you sow.

Don’t be afraid of anger, but instead, hope you’ll pull yourself out of it before anyone gets hurt

Don’t be afraid to be free. But also. Don’t be afraid of the people who love you.

Attain ultimate balance.

Accept weakness, and what you’re incapable of doing. I mean not everyone can be an astronaut…!

But do what you can!! In every moment. And what you could have done better, be wise and acknowledge that! Know that if your just a little kinder next time? Maybe you could have avoided that argument.

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Have you ever seen a nerd stand up to a bully…?

A weakling, stand up to an immeasurable hulk?

They fight them.

They get hit. They get kicked. They get hurt.

But they don’t back down.

They get back up, every time.

And everyone watching? Begins to realize, that it’s the bully who is the weakling.

Because it takes a weakling to spit on someone when they’re down.

Or to insult someone who’s born like that.

It’s not just weak. It’s pathetic. It’s insecure. It’s self destructive.

It’s oddly inspiring to see someone stand up for the weak.

It’s incredibly brave to stand up to a bully for someone who’s weaker than even them! Weak? Is not an insult to a page of doom. Instead? It’s an opportunity. An opportunity written in the very fabric of the universe.

An opportunity to be able to sacrifice more. In order To become a martyr. You don’t need to be the strongest… you just have to give it your all.

Say you have millions of dollars

And you give hundreds of thousands of it.

And you’re wondering why people say “big whoop”

Go ahead millionaire, give it your all.

What does money matter anyhow…? When you’re dead it won’t matter. When your alive, someone other than you could use that money more than you. And if they’ll love you if you give them even a dollar…? What if you gave the world… all starving children you possibly can? Your everything. Every resource. Every penny. Every single can. Every little piece of clothing.

“Be homeless? Why, that’s absurd!!!”

“I have everything I’ve ever needed! Everything I could ever want! I’m so comfortable! How could I possibly give it all…? It would feel like dying.”

Yes. But what is one life in the face of thousands of children. Crying. Screaming. Holding out their hand out to you. And you… turn your face away from them……?

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“Okay say I do give everything? What’s in it for me?”

The adoration of the world? And if there’s a god? You’d better believe you’re getting into whatever heaven is out there.

“I don’t believe in heaven.”

Then record it. Record it and post it on social media. That’ll be your reward instead.

Didn’t I say the adoration of the world?…

Am I getting off track? No. I don’t think I am.

This is what it means to be a page of doom.

You will be the champion of the world’s underdogs.

You will understand the strength that is within weakness.

… all in all? You may be the only classpect who ever could see strength in weakness.

Literal weakness.

A decrypted arm.

Cancer.

Disease.

An ugly face?

You’re not the strongest.

You’re not the most beautiful.

You’re right.

And you’re a work of art

When will the world see? That it’s the weak. That are strong.

The first will be last.

The last, first.

The meaning of life isn’t that hard.

Life shouldn’t be taking care of my own, my family, my own inner circle.

Life should be that you treat everyone as a brother or a sister

Bless those who persecute you.

Love those who hate you.

You’ll pour burning hot coals on their head.

Justice is best served when it’s meant to. Let karma, or whatever comes along to give them what they deserve.

Instead? Save your own skin. Don’t be apart of that bad karma.

Don’t hit back.

Turn the other cheek.

Love.

Love.

Love…

Until you eventually die. Knowing that you made this world a better place than what it was.

Because the alternative…?

Is the destruction of the world.

Everybody wants to save the world

But nobody wants to die.

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