Sticking to the Theme of Gaming...

Supposed to be written in the style of a mead hall oral story.
3 guesses what character

Enjoy.

The Hero of Time-

Hark Ye, the epic of the most courageous of men!

Kings and demons of evil taint strike out in vain.

The green garbed guardian, the hero of time,

Blessed by the heavens, he wields the holy sword,
Appearing to banish evil with the grace of Gods.

In the most desolate scar of the lands of Hyrule,

Shifting sands shroud the lawless Gerudo.

Among these black souled brigands cursed by the Gods

To bear but daughters for their sins against men
A man of power is born, his first battle cries echoing across the land

Demonic sinspawn kneeling before their newborn master.

Darkness falls over the Kingdom, winds howling the name of utter evil

Ganondorf! Ganondorf! Ganondorf!

As corrupt calamity strikes into the world
The Green warrior begins; a foundling deserted and forsaken,

Along the endless trunks of the Ancients.

Spirits of Nature saw in him the touch of the divine

And raised this human as one of their own,

Teaching him the ways of swords and Righteousness
In gratitude, he dons the colors of the forest

Breathing life and death on sacred land.

Hell forged evil continues its fevered plight,

Dark miasma reaching even holy lands.

The boy is called before the most ancient of spirits,
A towering monolith known to mortals as the Deku Tree.

Nature's envoy beseeches the figure of man

Asking the boy if he will take up arms

The Kingdom of Men his to save or damn.

Broken bark slides apart revealing a sword set in stone,
Emblazoned with the sign of the Gods.

The hero grabs the hilt accepting their call:

Oh mighty Din, grant me the power to vanquish evil

Brave Faroue, guide my steps with bottomless courage

Gentle Nayru, let me lead with wisdom.
He draws the holy blade, the blessings of the gods

Manifested in their blinding symbol

Emanating with righteous fury from the back of his hand.

He sets off, demons baring his driven pursuit,

Brutish beasts battle without end.
Reveling in torment, providing no time for food or rest

Weary, the hero continues on as evil's bane

Leaving naught but monstrous corpses in his wake.

Numbers swell against him, all meeting a united fate,

A flash of wind liberating them from their earthly ties.
At last he approaches the source of depravity,

Perched on his stolen throne, Ganondorf waits.

Vile monstrosities are slashed apart and at long last they are met.

No words exchanged, both the antithesis of the other.

Their swords clash, dueling in disturbing harmony.
Graceful arcs slice the air; the crossing of blades

Cutting apart the land and sky.

A decisive moment, the hero stabs-

And his blade juts out of his fearsome foe.

But the fight is just begun.

Black void spews from his ruptured hide

Calling forth his demonic familiars,

Grotesquely absorbed into his very being.

Coalesced into one, the united evils of the entire land.

The great beast charges, twirling its spears of bone 
The hero raises his sliver of light, unfaltering

Knowing evil to be helpless before the might of the gods.

A single slash, a resounding thump.

The Evil banished, before divine wrath.

The heavens resound with the praise of men,
The hero hailed as our blessed savior.

Wordless he leaves, knowing his fight is not over.

With time will come another,

Evil reborn in the hearts of men

The evil and the righteous, doomed
To tangle before the Gods for all Ages.

My response to what I thought was a ridiculous college essay topic.
I thought it was absurd to presume that a college-bound senior could possibly provide any advice of value to someone they recognized as a "leader".

Leadership is a constant theme and emphasis at CMC. In fact, one of the ways we describe CMC students is "Leaders in the Making." Choose someone, fictional or nonfictional, historical or contemporary, whom you consider to be a leader. Suppose you are this person's primary advisor. How would you advise this person and why?

He is an instinctive leader endowed with the strength to reign supreme over an entire kingdom, with claim to the reverence and devotion of hordes of fanatical zealots, and the combined might of an authoritarian military state. His empire reigns as the epitomic expression of utopia. Poverty is a relic of the past with every citizen possessing a small fortune of gold and capital so abundant that it is strewn carelessly around the landscape. Castles and subterranean cities stretch across his mighty domain, handcrafted by teams of loyal nationalized contractors to offer dwellings to all in need while leaving the environment pristine. He instituted an exemplary merit-based caste system allowing for rapid social mobility and equal advancement in a heavily industrial society. Finally, as testament to the enlightened nature of his rule, there has never, even once, been any kind of social uprising or rebellion amongst his people. Have you recognized the great leader of which I speak? I am referring of course to that draconian warrior, that flame tongued orator, that monarch of those that are underfoot, known to the world as Bowser- King of Koopas.

Truly as leader of such a progressive paradise it would be unquestionably altruistic for Bowser to spread his reign on the rest of the world, but somehow he is hampered time after time not by some league of nations, nor any militaristic or economic limitations, but rather by the work of two semi-mute plumbers hailing from the Mushroom Kingdom.

This is where I would begin to advise Lord Bowser based on patterns of his past failures. It is clear that he has always been a man of three distinct goals: To marry Princess Peach, defeat Mario, and conquer the Mushroom Kingdom. First and foremost, I would advise that upon his next inevitable kidnapping of the princess, they be married immediately in a quiet ceremony, not some extravagant, indulgent party during which the final phase of his plan is being completed. This would no doubt serve to put a hamper on the “hero’s” motivations and at the very least create a matrimonial legal basis for the conquest of the Mushroom Kingdom as the rightful king. If this proves to be impossible, it would be best to simply let the princess go. For as beautiful she may be, it is likely there should be an equally attractive woman who is not so inclined to be maligned against every aspect of his character.

In terms of the second objective, there are a few simple rules to follow in any future engagement with the red-capped crusader. The most imperative consideration should be towards eliminating Mario before he once again becomes a threat to his Excellency's immediate person. There would also be a need to create substantial changes to training regimens for soldiers and basic military policy. Bowser's Legion should be retrained to crowd and overpower foes through superior numbers instead of breaking off from the main regiments to attack in ones or twos. Also, it would be prudent to immediately send out the best of his soldiers to target this single most destructive military threat instead of sending waves of progressively proficient soldiers as he approaches the main borders. If possessing an unstoppable weapon of mass destruction, I would counsel that he use it as often and early as possible instead of reserving it as some kind of last resort when the hero is within range. This would, of course, cripple the morale of the enemy whilst creating an efficient use of said weapon instead of having it break down or be otherwise tampered with in the presence of despicable mustached malefactors. In the case of being forced to engage in one-to-one physical contact with Mario, I would dissuade Bowser from engaging in any form of maniacal laughter, which while proven to be very stress relieving, would inevitably result in missing some crucial detail that a more attentive observer would otherwise catch. Most importantly, under no circumstances should conflicts take place beside chasms or some heavy, unsupported structures of any kind (a lava strewn bridge not even be a consideration). Past occasions have proven these kinds of settings unfavorable in every engagement with this particular foe. With substantially superior physical capabilities and a nation's resources at his disposal, Bowser should be able to effectively eliminate this nuisance once and for all.

Without this rival constantly derailing his conquest, Bowser will have every means at his disposal to utilize his industrial military might to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom and the rest of the world around him in a single united hegemony. It would be complete world peace...But alas, though an esteemed leader and an unparalleled visionary for the future, Bowser lacks the small measure of common sense and emotional stability to see through his great machinations. He serves almost as a parable for the flaws afflicting our own greatest leaders- tied down from their potential by petty personal issues, cumbersome rivals, and avarice. Just as with Bowser, the solutions seem just as obvious and commonplace, but to relinquish these flaws would almost detract from these leader's identities. What would Richard Nixon be without his paranoia, Julius Caesar without his thirst for power, or even Alexander the Great without his reckless exuberance? These flaws were both their worst vices and their greatest strengths, without which they would not be truly human. All that remains is for us to embrace our leaders in their entirety, make our voices heard, and...advise.

Dream Journal

I am in a theater looking down at a darkened stage. Small girl follows me around and stabs a thick needle all the way through my finger and laughs at me. She tries to do it again so I grab her and try to restrain her hands, but she keeps stabbing in the confusion, getting my shin and upper arm. I eventually hold her and try to get help as she continues laughing. I suspect that I will not get support because she is a girl and can just claim rape or something. Others I ask around me tell me that with tests determining sexual activity this cannot be the case. Then I say I don’t know if SHE has been having sex, and they say that the same test can be applied to me. Assuaged, I go to take her to the first authority figures I can find- student food vendors selling unidentifiable food. When I carry her to them I tell them what has happened but they just smile unconcernedly. I show them the bleeding hole through my finger, but they react much the same way, but one gives me a disgusted look no doubt suspecting I did it to myself as a plea for attention. After some angry questioning I begin to suspect that they in league with the girl for some kind of sick reality entertainment. I try to call 911 but nothing happens and no one comes to help. Another girl joins the small one and I am hard pressed to fend off both of their stabbing. I run away cringing in pain looking for a place to hide.

I return to Keystone with a perfect excuse for not answering Mr. Eugene’s text. I am filled with pride with my lie, but he is more apathetic. They say nothing about another TA but both he and his father mention that they need a cleaner. I am suddenly felt with guilt and am compelled to do this job. I am told to go water the ivy hanging on the fence outside the academy. I go outside and the bees on the flower ivy start going straight for me settling in my hair and ears. I panic but try to run and shake rather than strike them away not wanting to get stung. One crawls down my throat and stings the inside despite my frenzied clawing. At the end I am simply sent away to do another task. I am told to redo the plastic weaving of another fence at the backdoor. More bees come to harass me but after a couple of seconds trying to get away from them, I remember why I am there and turn back to my work without paying heed to the harassment.

More to Come.

What is Love?

Please answer.
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Im coming back to this years after leaving this endeavor. I dont even remember starting a blog, but the pseudonym "Eldi" is very much my style. This kinda looks like a question I posed to myself, or maybe a empty plea to the vast reaches of the internet.

In any case, it is obvious that "Love" means a great many things to different people. Even the Greeks saw fit to personify different aspects of love with Hera as the love of marriage, Hestia the love of family, and Aphrodite the love of passion. But these are meager divisions. Love could be what makes a person's heart beat faster, love can be the heat of the loins, that laughable ecstatic quality that makes love songs not just bearable but enjoyable.

I dunno. I always concluded that love is exactly what you make it out to be, and for me love would an ideal that I put up on a pedestal raised to the very heavens themselves. To the point that I could say that I would only say the word Love to one woman in my life. I knew it to be naive, and that's probably why i chose such.  To gain that measure of pride from being called an idealist by other people, just another way to assert my superiority by showing that my ideals would be uncompromising. I don't know the reason, but I do know that I have an intense aversion to the word Love being thrown around without consequence. Words have only as much meaning as you give them and to see the word Love- this ideal purest of desires- used in any and every relationship from teens to adults just seems too pathetic... and too sad. I WANT Love to be something that most people don't have. To be that thing which is strive towards and recognized for the unobtainable ideal that it is.  

That is all for now

Beginnings

I suppose this will be like an internet diary of sorts for me. I'm not accustomed to writing down my thoughts in a form so that others can access them, but its worth a little embarrassment to preserve these memories and thoughts that would otherwise be lost forever. I will just write thoughts as they come into my head... a sort of "stream of consciousness" thing. Wondering how private I should make this blog. I could pour out all of my emotions for any hapless soul that happens across this log, or I could riddle it with subtle meanings and inflections that will just leave me confused when if I ever come back to read it. But really, i feel like the thoughts themselves and the logical progression of ideas is infinitely more worth preserving. Thoughts will be the focus of this blog, emotions the context.