Uploaded July 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
While searching for his wife the old man continued to get a strange feeling that he was in the midst of a long dream, that he was both the dreamer as well as a hero in someone else’s dream. There were moments he felt granted a taste of immortality. True love is a form of immortality, he thought. And right now, to be dreamed by another far away, he thought. In the meantime warriors tested him with their skill, but the greatest warriors disarm opponents without a weapon. That we might make an enemy see the common aim in all our lives, to inspire a sick mind to become well - this was worth more than raw gold. Some even maintained that this idea was in the elements that form gold, and that is why alchemists have never been able to reproduce it. If it is all a dream, then why has gold fallen out of the sky? How is it found tucked into soil or in running water?
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I just want to say that the second fight in this video was one of the better teams I've fought against recently - they won the previous fight btw - so I'd like to thank them for such a truly fun, crazy match. Their ganks were well-timed. They talked trash all in good fun. It made it more fun. They could brawl. It was a blast. (That scrap on the stairs with the Nobu was clearly two rep 70s goin' at it.)
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While searching for his wife the old man continued to get a strange feeling that he was in the midst of a long dream, that he was both the dreamer as well as a hero in someone else’s dream. There were moments he felt granted a taste of immortality. True love is a form of immortality, he thought. And right now, to be dreamed by another far away, he thought. In the meantime warriors tested him with their skill, but the greatest warriors disarm opponents without a weapon. That we might make an enemy see the common aim in all our lives, to inspire a sick mind to become well - this was worth more than raw gold. Some even maintained that this idea was in the elements that form gold, and that is why alchemists have never been able to reproduce it. If it is all a dream, then why has gold fallen out of the sky? How is it found tucked into soil or in running water?
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I just want to say that the second fight in this video was one of the better teams I've fought against recently - they won the previous fight btw - so I'd like to thank them for such a truly fun, crazy match. Their ganks were well-timed. They talked trash all in good fun. It made it more fun. They could brawl. It was a blast. (That scrap on the stairs with the Nobu was clearly two rep 70s goin' at it.)
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If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
To the trolls: you'll get banned from the channel if you insult someone's art. You can say what you like about me, but consider this: think of all the bad content on the internet - the gross, the mean, the virulently hyper-political BS, the shock-value creators and commenters, imagine all of the places you could direct your venom, and realize that you are directing it at people who are writing poems and stories (often about their lives that already not that easy, judging by what many have written here). You want to go after these people? That's all I'll say about that for now. (But it's a bark with banning teeth behind it.)
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![Blind Old Man Highlander [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/FI3Yu0LlIeM/mqdefault.jpg "Blind Old Man Highlander [For Honor]
One Foot in Front of the Other - Indeed, trying to get back to his wife all this time – and what with the bad dreams he’d just had about Romans getting there first – the old man has lost some sleep: his fighting is sloppy and unfocused. But he’s grumpy enough to survive.
He can sense in his bones that a new season has arrived. He often wonders, encountering warriors of increasing speed and skill, if he should call back to the spirits who once told him how much life he had left in him, how much life left in his foes, how much breath…
In fact the man has to call on the spirits briefly when he encounters a very skilled pair of Samurai who are honorable but wish to fight their equals simultaneously in an all-out brawl of sorts.
They caught the old man off guard at first, but out of the blue a friendly Raider (whom the old man recognized) came to his side in battle.
“When you don’t sleep well, you are very grumpy!” Mrs. Highlander used to say to him all the time. Those days seem like so long ago, the old man thinks. And she was right of course. At times like this he doesnt say much, he doesnt laugh, and when met by foes on the road, hes quick to accept an invitation to fight to the death.
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And as a sidenote, the Warden and Orochi in this video did not ragequit (in fact the last time I played the Warden he beat me with clever guard breaks), and the brawlers at the end of the video are also good players, we went back and forth with their Kensei and Nobushi and afterwards one of them used Berserker and Shaman and beat us! I also want to make clear that in no way were they ganking they were playing a good, clean all-out brawl! Thats all I wanted to add.
Songs:
TV on the Radio Dirty Whirlwind
Gories, Stranded
Freshly Wrapped Candies, And
Waking Life Soundtrack, El Cholulo
Brian Eno, Patrolling Wire Borders")
![Versurs All Berserkers - Story in Description [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Fl1g8byW9Kc/mqdefault.jpg "Versurs All Berserkers - Story in Description [For Honor]
GOING SANE - Long ago, in the Springtime of their marriage, many villagers wondered how they always seemed content together. Some asked what their secret was. Their great secret was that they never kept secrets. There was never any doubt between them about loyalty, but moreover, they could share their most troubled thoughts with each other - their kindness was like a home within a home. “Look at you,” she told him one day when he’d returned from battle, “blood on your face blood on your hands. Sit down.”
“I fight some who are mad,” he said, taking a seat by the fire, “and I fear that, in fighting them over and over, their madness becomes mine. I dragged a Berserker down with my Claymore. That was moments ago. Now I’m back here with you. The Berserker fought me in a land far away. I don’t know how I got there, my Love. I don’t know how I got back from the place of blood whence I came. Here you and I. We are talking. I feel calm again. What is happening?”
She said, “Let us go outside. I have something to show you.”
They walked through some trees, and some of the trees said hello with a strange glow as it would soon become night. Then, when there was a little clearing, his wife stopped. With her hands she began digging at the dirt on the ground. He bent down and began digging with her. They dug. “Just a little more,” she said. “Careful, now, we do not want to ruin it.”
She reached down and pulled up a scroll. It was rolled and sealed with wax. She shook the dirt from it and it looked like brand new parchment.
“My father gave this to me. He said the ancient Bards speak to each other at all times and in this scroll are the words of a Bard from the future who spoke to him. My father wrote down what he heard. I have not read this. He made me promise to give this scroll to you, and he asked that you read it aloud to me. So that we may live forever.”
With the remaining light he opened the scroll and read it to his wife:
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
– WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
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The Berserkers in this video all gave me more than a run for my money.
Songs:
As One In the Arms of You
The Kingsmen, Louie Louie
Otha Turner and the Rising Star Fife & Drum Band, Shimmy She Wobble (in honor of a recent Amon Marth cover)
Freshly Wrapped Candies, And")
![Wisdom of the Ancients [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Fx2eawvv6tY/mqdefault.jpg "Wisdom of the Ancients [For Honor]
Ah, so we control how we construct meaning from our experiences, the old Highlander thought, wondering if others understood. Later, he would tell Mrs. Highlander about the wakeful encounter with a Kensei: I remember it was raining, every raindrop a whisper from our ancestors...
The song is Snowfall by Claude Thornhill (one of the great yet lesser-known songs of ye olden days).
I dont own the rights to any music and this channel makes no money.
Please leave comments, keep it clean, and be kind to each other, in the game and out there in all our shared lives.")
![Switching Targets & Floating in Hard Times [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Hv5-RZDGRc0/mqdefault.jpg "Switching Targets & Floating in Hard Times [For Honor]
How to Take a Shower
Step 1) Climb out of bed. (There are various degrees of difficulty in getting out of the bed. There may be a mountain between you and the blankets, a mountain between youre dreams and reality, or a mountain between you and a desire to begin the day.) Climbing is important because it builds stamina and endurance, and tolerance to altitude, and it can lead you to leave your bed at crucial times.
Step 2) Should you see some stars from loss of oxygen, take a deep breath and keep going towards the bathroom.
Step 3) Once in the bathroom, dont overthink it. Turn on the hot and cold water, and adjust the temperature until there is a sense of peace in the downpour. Allow this peace to run on the back of your neck while you quietly tell yourself that you will get through the day.
Step 4) Your mind may be traveling many miles a second – in giving yourself some confidence (while you also clean yourself thoroughly with good soap) you’re able to ready the engine that is your mind, which hums inside the running hood of your body.
Step 5) Remember your body is made up of a lot of water, and now you’ve had water on you. You have the source, and you’ve been in the source as well. Branch out with that knowledge. After all, trees store sunlight within them, exactly why wood makes fire.
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![Wild Warlord pt 3 [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/JesnbJQRMoQ/mqdefault.jpg "Wild Warlord pt 3 [For Honor]
Warlord can still beat just about everyone who was released after him. FYI, I didnt win all these matches. In many rounds people were parrying my lights - so I let the heavies go. (Once you get into an opponents head, Warlords basic kit can be serious.) Leave a poem, story or comment below. Hope you are all doing well!
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![Rep 70 Old Man Highlander — Birds Made of Gold [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Lv79e158ST4/mqdefault.jpg "Rep 70 Old Man Highlander — Birds Made of Gold [For Honor]
SUNSET INSIGHT – Left and right the old man saw people fighting. Over gold, over land, over statues, over status, over fields of wheat and the fish in streams, over groups protecting an idea, over memories and the dead bodies of ancestors, over blind hate or eyes clear full of fear, and over all of this, the old man saw the still, quiet star-glassed dome casting itself farther and farther.
He had made his way to the road where he would soon find the caravan carrying his wife, he thought. In his mind he could begin to see events unfold. Throughout his life there were times when he’d been able to imagine something that was close to happening, and then it would actually play out just like that, almost exactly how he’d seen it before in his mind. When he was younger, especially at the river, it was as if you had to imagine the fish were there, under the surface of the water, in order to catch them. Yes, that was part of it. Sensing them swiftly through underwater pebbles. Seeing it happen like that. But he also knew you had to keep your sanity. You did not, for instance, think that you always made everything happen. That was delusional. That drove people to madness.
After all, there was so much suffering everywhere, so who had imagined it beforehand? Then he remembered the way his wife could make him laugh without talking. Then he remembered a poem she sang him, about a bird made of gold that turned into a real bird and flew away, only to return again to make a nest for its babies. And now the sunset in front of him was the same color as his wifes hair when they were young.
One could imagine all the horror in the world, but the beauty in the world was overwhelming as well. Can we imagine that good things will happen? Maybe, the old man thought, our imagination has more power in the way of beauty. And with that, he set up camp for the night. He knew the next weeks would be hard, and cold, but for a moment his mind was at peace.
I make no claims to be good at this game. I know Highlander and Warlord pretty well, and so my videos try to show small things that can be done with them that maybe the viewer hasnt tried.
These days, in an average week, I only have a handful of hours to play games, if that. Again, I want to encourage all of you to really embrace the competitive scene, to learn how to play brawls as team fights, to try dominion and other team modes by learning the ins and outs of strategy, and for everyone to bridge the gap between competitive and casuals.
Also, take a break from gaming altogether and think about how you can expand your life. Open up your world with a good book if you get a chance. It can change your life.
Like Ive said before, as this channel grows, it will surely change.
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments.
There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
Hit the notification bell if you’d like to know when the next one arrives. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.")
