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New here? Write a poem or story in the comments — I may pin it, so only write what you are comfortable sharing, as a few thousand people could read it. Writing Prompt: A Good Memory
New here? Write a poem or story in the comments — I may pin it, so only write what you are comfortable sharing, as a few thousand people could read it. Writing Prompt: A Good Memory
![Hitokiri No, Warlord Yes [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/suvOvoldvHA/mqdefault.jpg "Hitokiri No, Warlord Yes [For Honor]
The warlord clip is not by accident - I wanted that bop!
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![once blinded by blood (feat. Hound of Tara) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tpLvkuZzTYo/mqdefault.jpg "once blinded by blood (feat. Hound of Tara) [For Honor]
MESSENGER BECOMES MESSAGE – By the time she reached the Old Man his mind had long been in a frenzy, his flesh hung on his skeleton as though he hadn’t eaten in days, and his eyes were serpent tongues. Despite being battered by age he was strong as oak and stuck in a sick trance for battle. The hooded messenger had no choice but to defend herself. She never committed her dagger to critical points in the Old Mans body, and the fight left them both unconscious.
She woke first and having been trained in medicine by her father she went to the Old Man, knelt down and felt his pulse. He breathed heavily. But his breath was slow and ragged. She took out a pouch and opened an elixir – a secret family recipe handed down to her by her father. She opened his lips and poured the elixir down his throat to stimulate blood flow and oxygen. He slept for a while.
When he woke up his vision was blurry but he saw a fire had been made and he smelled food cooking. There was a near-full bladder of clean water beside him. The small woman wearing the hood, whom he’d fought moments before, sat by the fire, slowly turning a skinned rabbit in the flames using a branch.
The Old Man’s first instinct was to grab his sword but he was overcome by a strange sense of calm. He saw she had left his Claymore right by his side. He saw she was unarmed. The hooded woman exuded peace.
She got up and walked to him and handed over the rabbit. The Old Man took it and ate. She then spoke to him in broken Scots-Gaelic. “First,” she said, “you listen. Yours is not my native language. Please listen to my words. Eat more. Drink water. Rest. I am not your enemy. I cleaned blood from your eyes. Soon, the water will turn to ice, and the cold will set in. I must be on my way. You will never see me again. If you ever see someone who looks like me, you will know they are not me. I traveled a long way to bring you a message from a woman – a wise elder – who was captured heading north on a road 200 miles east of this mountain range. I saw her over a year ago. I have been searching for you for a long time.” And with that she unrolled the parchment and handed it to the Old Man.
There he saw the language of his people, written in a familiar hand. When he looked up to question the hooded woman further there was no moon. Smoke blew around him. Owls in the nearby trees were quiet. And the dried blood did not sting his eyes at all as he sat in silence reading the words his wife had written to him.
I know the showdown with the old man is not the best PK footage ever (its was my second day of using her - hence she still had the mask at that time). Even though I didnt know PKs moveset, or max-punishes at the time I still think the fight was good for the story and I hope you feel the same way.
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![Old Man Swears Off Salt, Cites Blood Pressure (Read Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vF_fZXggKj0/mqdefault.jpg "Old Man Swears Off Salt, Cites Blood Pressure (Read Description) [For Honor]
WHAT I UNDERSTAND...My heart is a breathing stone. If carved by an artist, its once-statue eyes actually open. My heart can be lifted or thrown. My heart can build walls. These walls can be torn down. Also, when great pressure is applied – hold it together, damnit – my heart becomes clear, gem-like – then I would offer it to anyone, anyone in need.
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Songs: Tom Waits, Black Rider; Devo, Whip It; As One, In the Arms of You")
![The Day the Old Man Went Blind (No HUD/UI) - [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zIXAKaaOCdg/mqdefault.jpg "The Day the Old Man Went Blind (No HUD/UI) - [For Honor]
BLINDNESS – One day, long ago, his wife said, Theyve already won if they think you will always rush to fight them. Let us go away from here together and be at peace, by ourselves. Well follow the river.
He had just finished packing the last of his food; he had his Claymore in hand. He told her he loved her and that he would return.
But that conversation seemed so far away. That place, that very place in his mind – where was it now?
His path has grown wider, stranger. At night the moon made the branches of trees appear like rigid, broken, suspended spider-webs. Maybe, the old man thought, Im losing more than my eyesight.
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Songs:
Midget Submarines Swell Maps
When the Night Falls The Eyes
Rudys Party Latin Playboys")
