![Stronger Enemies in Tailspins [For Honor] @omagosh](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/D-Ud812easA/hqdefault.jpg)
Uploaded July 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
I know I have a long way to go with Peacekeeper, and I die a LOT when I use her, but I don't think people realize how much fun this hero is.
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I know I have a long way to go with Peacekeeper, and I die a LOT when I use her, but I don't think people realize how much fun this hero is.
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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!
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.
![Stronger Enemies in Tailspins [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/D-Ud812easA/mqdefault.jpg "Stronger Enemies in Tailspins [For Honor]
I know I have a long way to go with Peacekeeper, and I die a LOT when I use her, but I dont think people realize how much fun this hero is.
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.")
![The Salt Stops Here [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DCNeeSpU0jc/mqdefault.jpg "The Salt Stops Here [For Honor]
Today I Was Happy, So I Made This Poem
As the plump squirrel scampers
Across the roof of the corncrib,
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying,
This is what I wanted.
- James Wright
This channel has gameplay but seeks to write (and share) short stories and poetry (in all the videos and/or descriptions).
There is a unique collection of stories and poems found in videos and descriptions under the playlist The Old Mans Story - but you will find talented, aspiring and inspiring writers in the comments of this channel. Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see.
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![The Old Mans Gear | Creative Prompt/Description | [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/EKBvp31h4mM/mqdefault.jpg "The Old Mans Gear | Creative Prompt/Description | [For Honor]
This video was long overdue. (Sorry it took me so long to put it up.) Hopefully all your questions are answered! Now for the good part:
For the comments section (have fun with this one):
1) This is what my mask looks like...
2)This is whats underneath it...
You dont have to write the numbers - you can just write what comes to mind for each. It can be as long or as short as you like. As usual, Ill pin different comments for a time! Feel free to respond to anyones with regular comments, or a creative response as well.
By all means share the descriptions with people who may not play video-games but love to write. Any writers are welcome here.
******SPECIAL NOTE PLEASE READ: Since this channel has creative content in the comments, and since these writing prompts ask questions about perspective, no one should EVER reveal any real personal information here (such as real name, identity). So far, everyone has been really smart about this. But you should all protect your real identities. PERIOD. You can speak your absolute truths, and the most poetic/philosophical thoughts you can muster, through the poetry AND prose, but PLEASE MIND YOUR SAEFTY AND SECURITY.
And as always...Keep it clean, and be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
Song: And by Freshly Wrapped Candies")
![The Pull - (Read Description Please) - Rep 50 Highlander [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/EUangoC9jxk/mqdefault.jpg "The Pull - (Read Description Please) - Rep 50 Highlander [For Honor]
THE PULL - The old man remembered, soon after he married his wife, he noticed she had a number of scars on her back, her arms and legs. She knew how to fight, as her village had also repelled many invasions, but these were not wounds inflicted by a weapon.
They were sitting by a fire outside one night, and the good-smelling smoke felt like its own kind of shelter, the way it went up like milk in water, towards the stars. He said, “Where did you get these marks on your body?”
She said, “Once, when I was a young girl, there was a fierce storm. A girl from our village got swept up by the sea, and the storm carried her over to some jagged rocks. Everyone in the village had to watch as she was being thrown like a rag-doll as the storm picked up. I wasn’t much taller than the head of grown sheep at the time. I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t know how to swim very well, and I was very scared, but I jumped into the sea. My father and mother tried to stop me, but I disobeyed them. The pull of the sea was so strong, I barely had any time before I found myself in a bad situation. I made my way to the girl somehow. She was screaming, and thrashing, and thus she was having a hard time staying above the water. I grabbed her, and held her close, and told her, ‘Stop screaming. Im here.’ She looked at me and stopped crying straight away. Every time a wave crashed against us, I sheltered her, and it was my body that slammed against the rocks. I took a great deal of punishment from the sea that day. The storm kept on for some time. I don’t know how many hours passed. I taught her how to float without trying. We floated. I taught her that the cold becomes an even temperature the longer you stay in it. Our blood heated up the sea. Then, after some time - as soon as the storm died down a bit - some brave fishermen were able to throw out a long line and haul us in.”
“Brave fishermen? he said to his wife as he stoked the fire, sounds like you were the brave one.”
“I was not brave. I pretended to be brave.”
“Pretending to be brave and being brave are the same if the actions lead to greater good.”
Many years later, when his beard had first showed signs of white, she told him that there was no other girl out there at sea, only her. “I did not mean to deceive you, she said. I realize now, I was drowning, and it was as if sent myself out there, to bring myself back.”
And now, years after that conversation, he was all by himself on a road that seemed only to lengthen every day, and the old man sensed the movement of ravens, herds, packs, a symmetry of chaos, out there, shifting in the open shuddering. Indeed, the way back to his wife felt like a broken force that held itself together.
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This channel has gameplay but it seeks to write short stories and poetry in its descriptions that go beyond mere fan-fiction. It is NOT based on any heroes in For Honor, nor does it wish to be constrained as belonging to a video game or strict lore. If you want to show support you can subscribe and share the stories in these descriptions with others who appreciate literature, short stories, poetry, history or all of the aforementioned. Fee free to share with people who may not play For Honor (or video-games) if you like.
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Songs:
Brian Eno: Aragon, There Is Nobody & Events in a Dense Fog
Freshly Wrapped Candies, And")
![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.")
