Uploaded July 2022 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Finish this sentence in the comments (could be a poem, story or whatever you feel like): "Yesterday I breathed new life into myself, and here's what I want to do, I want to..."
Feels good playing For Honor again after a long break. There have been lots of changes, and it will take some time getting used to fighting the new characters. A big thank you to everyone in this video who handed me L's teaching me the new heroes, new moves of old heroes, and new timing across the board. Surviving with Peacekeeper can be tough, especially for those who lack all the frames per second, have high ping, and are using the controller's default settings still (me in a nutshell). That said, if you are somewhat knowledgable about your opponent's kit, I believe Peacekeeper still has THE most lethal offense in the game. I hope this video highlights PK's agility, and that excitement she brings, when you know the round is over — before it actually is.
If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write creatively in the comments. Like a good poem or story that you see there. I may pin your poem or story, so write only what you are comfortable writing. As always, be brave and kind at the same time — in all our shared lives.
Poem: "The Truth The Dead Know" by Anne Sexton (edited)
Music: "Malibu Dream Sequence" Gregg Kowalski, "Scream" Goat Girl
Finish this sentence in the comments (could be a poem, story or whatever you feel like): "Yesterday I breathed new life into myself, and here's what I want to do, I want to..."
Feels good playing For Honor again after a long break. There have been lots of changes, and it will take some time getting used to fighting the new characters. A big thank you to everyone in this video who handed me L's teaching me the new heroes, new moves of old heroes, and new timing across the board. Surviving with Peacekeeper can be tough, especially for those who lack all the frames per second, have high ping, and are using the controller's default settings still (me in a nutshell). That said, if you are somewhat knowledgable about your opponent's kit, I believe Peacekeeper still has THE most lethal offense in the game. I hope this video highlights PK's agility, and that excitement she brings, when you know the round is over — before it actually is.
If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write creatively in the comments. Like a good poem or story that you see there. I may pin your poem or story, so write only what you are comfortable writing. As always, be brave and kind at the same time — in all our shared lives.
Poem: "The Truth The Dead Know" by Anne Sexton (edited)
Music: "Malibu Dream Sequence" Gregg Kowalski, "Scream" Goat Girl
![Wild Warlord part 4 [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/94joI7tx3u0/mqdefault.jpg "Wild Warlord part 4 [For Honor]
In the comments: They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul. If you were to peer into the wilderness of your own soul what would you find and how would you share that wildness with others? Is your soul an empty canvas waiting to be painted with the fullness of your own life? Is your soul an unwritten map for a long road ahead of you, a journey into an unrestrained landscape, a place full of undiscovered treasures waiting to be opened? Is your soul eternal? What does your soul have to say that you are unaware of? What does your soul already know that that you might have forgotten? What is waiting in the wilderness of your own soul and how do you want to share it with others? Use images and metaphors and similes and analogies or even rhyme scheme and descriptive language to show what you want us to see.
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 or include it in a video for everyone to see - no matter how old the video is, you can always leave writing and it could make it into the current video. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
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![NOT TOO FAST FOR DIE-HARDS - Old Man Duels/Brawls [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/9vFMq5XkhKk/mqdefault.jpg "NOT TOO FAST FOR DIE-HARDS - Old Man Duels/Brawls [For Honor]
Summer solstice, will I be able to read the language on the welcome mat in front of death’s door? Will I feel beneath my feet the cushion of the welcome as I step forward? Maybe writing is my way to slow time down so I can make time thrown, like the Milky Way – across a page, or screen. My DNA says I’m 100% star. I might get some Chromium yet out of a single moment, just as blues and greens, in my wife’s eyes, also form in wood when it’s petrified underground, along with carbon and oxides of iron. And once upon a time that petrified wood stored sunlight, before it turned into a stone that blossomed colors of a bursting galaxy. Look it up if you don’t believe me. If you dont believe me, bury these words in your very heart, and see what happens.
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!
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![Wisdom of the Ancients #3 [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/BXucDQDPMyo/mqdefault.jpg "Wisdom of the Ancients #3 [For Honor]
— No Breaking Point — There I was late at night listening to someone talk about W.B. Yeats’s poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” and I was thinking it was an OK talk, I’ll make a playlist for everyone and include it. I’ll make a few playlists. Make a music playlist everyone’s been waiting for. But at some point I thought about how I understood the poem in a way that this guy couldn’t explain, either. And before I knew it, I was transported, in my mind, back to a time before there were any innernets and I was an old man, and I knew there was a place for me, in her heart, I heard it always, like the low sounds of the lake water lapping, and I knew how fast thoughts traveled, and that some of them never stop, even if you want them to, and this was so great a feeling that I wanted to cry. What was funny: I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed so hard that I cried.
How would you render the absurd?
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#ForHonor")
![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.
No being mean towards anyone in these videos or on this channel. As always, keep it clean, and be kind, not just here on this channel and in your gaming, but out there, in all our shared lives.
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.
If youd like to know what is next in the old man’s blind epic journey, like, subscribe and hit the notification button. Please share this with others if you think they might really enjoy it. Leave your thoughts in the comments about the video or the blind journey in general. As always please keep it clean and be kind, not just here on this channel and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
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")
