Uploaded December 2022 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Writing Prompt: Respawn

Hey everyone, I only recently had a chance to play a handful of hours with HL, but what fun it is, given his new dodge attack. You up-and-coming Highlanders and other content creators whom I support in other games, I just want to let you know: I may not always have time to leave comments or catch your live streams, but I make the rounds and leave likes for all of you. Thank you especially to those of you who actually mention this channel in your discords and streams and reddit etc.

The poem I feature at the end of this video is one of best yet from this community. I guarantee if you re-read the poem, its meanings continue growing. I believe great writing is meant to do this. It somehow keeps opening doors into different ways of seeing.

Please leave poems/stories/real-life adventures of your own as well. I also highly encourage you to comment on and "thumbs up" other people's poems/stories/journaling.

And in case you missed this writing of mine the first time around, here is a chapter I wrote some time ago :

"One and the Same" – The old man remembered back when he was a very young lad, hunting with his father one day. His father was the best fighter in all the village and had slain more Romans and rival Celts than any other man.“Father," asked the boy, "if I plant an Oak, will I become strong? And if I treat my horses well, will I be swift?" These were sayings around their town, and the boy was merely repeating what he’d heard.

His father stopped them from walking just as the mouth of the river could be seen through the trees. The boy heard the sound of the water going over the pebbles in the bend. His father looked up at the sun through some leaves and wiped sweat from his forehead. He tugged at the thick white braid in his beard. “Those are very good things to do,” he said, “but they will not make you strong and swift on their own. They are one in the same: strength and swiftness.”

The boy was holding a small rock he’d picked up because he liked the feel of it in his hand. When he heard what his father said he squatted down and started to make a circle in the dirt with the rock.

“If you can catch an animal with your bare hands, and build a fire anywhere, if you can remember the stories told to you, and then recite them to others, that’s a start,” said his father.

“How will that help me learn to fight?”

His father ignored his question and said, “The more you understand yourself, the better you understand the world. You should listen more than you speak.”

And to this the young boy said nothing.

“Then, if you truly know yourself, you will never rely on worldly things, and you’ll be able to fight blindfolded.”

Had the boy not followed his father’s advice, he never would have met his wife, who was from a town on the other side of that same river. When he met her, some years later, she was the most striking woman he’d ever seen, and also, being the daughter of a great known hero, he enjoyed listening to her talk about a great manner of things. Therefore he picked one violet and one white flower, and gave them to her one day.

And therefore she twisted their stems together and did, indeed, wear them in her hair.
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If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. There's a writing prompt at the end of some videos. If YOU write something for the prompt I may pin your poem or story for a time, or put it in a video for everyone to see. You can write from the prompt but you can also just ignore the damn prompt and write from the heart, from the place where you are at in this moment. Write only what you are comfortable sharing, as (at least) a few thousand people could read it.

As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.