#if it's easier to repair and lasts longer than the garaged pen! I guess I gotta!

[fluxedbuds]

I have so many ideas for lomtober but my tablet pen is acting up!!! Its always something w this fucking pen

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Metal Slug Past Life Ch 13

“In the beginning, we died to be born.” “In mankind's world, we lead simple lives and co-exist with the human race. We were their faithful pets, hard farm workers, providers of food, and we herald the arrival of death at their front doors. We at the time didn't speak their foreign languages, grasp their understanding of time, or seek out quest for knowledge to expand our lives for they already done it for us. They lead complicated lives while we lead simpler ones. We live and we die and we complete the cycle of life and death.” “But one day, The Universe has a different idea for us and we began our new life with a different purpose and mankind knew so little of it. For The Universe developed a need to preserved the past to become the tools of a better future for mankind and all living things. But The Universe knew man can lie, manipulate, and alter the past for its own personal gains and leave the future beyond repair. So it turned to us to be their loyal servants to archive the past and lead us all to a better future.” “ Our lives began in the Age of Early Christianity, mankind valued their lives over ours and against our past selves' will, they buried us alive in the name of protecting their churches from Sinners and Grave Robbers. With our last breath, we are born as what man calls us, The Church Grims, or Grims for short.” “But what mankind didn't know, we did more than protecting sacred grounds. The Universe gift us the ability to control time and space, see into the future and share to those who seek it, control one's dreams at will, summon runkavles to perform time spells in a pinch, change into our human appearances, and last, The Universe gave us another gift, The Gift of Knowledge to the world's secrets.” “When our race became more aware in the world of man, they came to us for our gift to see into the future, for this is where we created the long forgotten ritual, Arsgang or as most would call it, Year Walk. We witnessed man's joy, anger, and fear for the future and begged us to help them change it. But The Universe refused to let us help them but only teach them to do it on their own and we'll only intervene when The Universe allowed us. This went on for a decade till mankind lost their belief in it and it quietly faded away into non-existent and we continued our true purpose that The Universe created us for; to archive the past of The Human Race to help create a better future for us all.” “We wrote till our hands are sore, we built bigger buildings to make room for more records of the past, we won't rest till our mission from The Universe is complete, and we take pride in our work to create a better future for mankind and Grim. We have high hopes for a brighter future, man is doing great under our watchful eyes, the balance in The Universe is in perfect harmony, and we hold our heads up to praise for a better life on Earth.” “Then one day, The Tuaha De Dunan came and all was lost. Forever.” Marco let go of the pages and let them lightly fall back on the notepad and set it on the table that Kartu is sitting at. The Young Man completed most of the translation for now after his pencils' leads either broke or wore down to a useless nub to keep going and Kartu told Marco that by his guesses on the rest of the books is going to be The Grim's history of hatred toward his race. “Walk with me, Kartu. I want to know more about who these Grims are.” It was nice to get out of Marco's Computer lab and to be free to roam, even if he was ordered to follow Marco where ever he went and Poor Kartu can feel the eyes of everyone in Head Quarters staring at him and whispering behind his back. Marco walked up to the double doors and swung them both open with his hands and took Kartu into a wide opened courtyard. Kartu was amazed to see a well-kept garden right here in the center of a base built out of cold steel. It was a fresh breath of air for him to have a new scenery to look at for once rather than seeing nothing but computer monitors everywhere and Artificial Life he couldn't touch. He smells the aroma of Lilacs in bloom, “Ah, I see you planted some Syringa vulgaris, The Common Lilac. Part of the Olive family and known to grow in rocky hills.” Outside of researchers, scientists, and educators. Marco barely met many people who can say the Scientific Names of Plants and Animals so easily. But they're here to talk in privacy and Marco wanted to get some fresh air after sitting so long and reading the transcripts. “I'm impressed that you know your plants, Kartu.” Marco smiled a bit and kneel down to pick a small purple flower. “ Thanks, Mr. Rossi. Growing up, I was taught the name of all the plants and animals by their Scientific names and their common ones. I love nature a lot and spent my free time reading and learning about them.” he said, taking the flower from Marco's hand and identifying it as Viola Tricolor, or just a violet.  Marco got up and brush the dirt off his pants,“Wow, I wonder if you can out knowledge Tarma on Nature, he's better at it than me. Spent his life camping while growing up.” Kartu nodded, “I guess we'll have to see if he's not busy in his garage.” Kartu replied. Marco sat down on a bench and watched Kartu explore their courtyard like a toddler discovering the outside world for the first time. He thought it would be best to let The Young Man have his fun before he began grilling him with a lot of questions about The Grims. He took a pack of cigarette out of his pocket and lit one. Deep in his thoughts like always, Marco mentally re-read the part about The Universe's gift it gave to The Grims and the one that stuck out to him like a sore thumb was their ability to control dreams. Could this be the final answer he was looking for and if so, why would The Grims pick him, of all people in this world to be showing him the outcome of the future? He rubbed his eyes with one hand and took a puff out of his cigarette. He gets one answer to a question and suddenly another one pops up before him. “Mr. Rossi?” Kartu nudged him enough to snapped The Major back into reality and Kartu stood in front of him, “I'm sorry for wasting your time and you must have a lot of questions for me to answer. I'll try as I can to answer them all.” “It's all right, Kartu. No pressure if you can't answer them all.” He took another drag from his cigarette and put it out in a nearby ashtray stand and slide over for Kartu to sit down with him. Kartu took his seat next to him, “So which question are you itching to ask me first?” Kartu asked him while Marco thinks them over and turned his attention toward him, “First of all, what does The Grims mean they were pets or farm workers?” Marco asked. “They use to be animals before your race began sacrificing them when new churches were built and in order for a Grim to be “Born”, an animal has to give up their life by being buried alive in a corner of a church. Five different animals are used for this morbid ritual: Horse, Raven, Rooster, a Black Dog that has to be pure black, and a Goat. “ said Kartu. “But how do Grims keep being born in this time and age? We don't do those inhumane things to animals these days when it comes to building churches.” Said Marco “ The Universe made sure that by creating more Grims through actual death of the animals. My friend told me about this when we were growing up and he has more knowledge about his race than I do.” said Kartu, Gently poking a ladybug to make it move. Now this got Marco curious and he has to ask Kartu with this new question that came to his mind, “Is your friend by any chance a Grim himself?” he asked and Kartu only shook his head yes. “We kept our friendship a secret from our grandfathers cause of our race hating each other. Even though The Grims have a strict rule about killing, they won't hesitate to rid of those who have Evil in their heart, mind, and soul. That's why The Grim made it their personal goal to rid of me and my race.” said Kartu. “No offense but they did try to kill my friend, Ralf and his team. Well, The Raven Woman was the one who tried to kill him with a throwing knife. Luckily they all walked away with injuries.” said Marco and he can see that this bothered Kartu. “I can understand the fighting since they're trying to tire or knock out your friends but killing. This is new to me. Why would they break that sacred rule?” Marco cleared his throat and looked up to the sky, he can see the faint light of the sunset and birds flying across the sky. “I got two more questions and I think that would be it for me unless I come up with more.” he said. “I'm listening.” Kartu giving him his full attention. “What is a Runkavle and how are they manipulating my dreams?” Marco asked him. Kartu sighed, trying to find the right words and looked at Marco from the corner of his eyes. “Do you got a paper and pen?” Marco reached into his pants pocket and handed them to him and he opened it on a clear page, “Okay. A Runkavle is when you combine different runes together to make one Runkavle.” He drew up a sample one. “Each Runkavle holds a different power for The Grim to use on themselves or on anyone of their picking.” He drew another sample. “This will also answer your next question, Mr. Rossi. A Grim put a Dream Runkavle mark on you when you were either sleeping or passed out, it's easier for them to mark you with it when your mind is at rest and your awareness is relaxing.” He handed the notepad back to him and Marco got a better look to understand these odd markings. “I think I got everything I need to know. You want to stay out here for a little longer? We have fireflies that come out here at night.” Kartu was delighted to be given this offer but before he could yes to it, Tyra slammed the doors wide open and birds who were sleeping in the trees took flight into the darken sky. “Sergeant Germi and her team are back, Major and they bring back terrible news.”