Uploaded June 2019 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
A poem in response to comments/poems/stories written here on this channel as of late. Please share this with others. Feel free to leave your thoughts about the poem in the comments and of course leave any poems or stories of your own as well.
- since this is a re-post, I'll leave the old version up a few days for those of you who posted there so you can copy/paste your stories/poems if you like.
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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!
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A poem in response to comments/poems/stories written here on this channel as of late. Please share this with others. Feel free to leave your thoughts about the poem in the comments and of course leave any poems or stories of your own as well.
- since this is a re-post, I'll leave the old version up a few days for those of you who posted there so you can copy/paste your stories/poems if you like.
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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.
![No HUD Max Rep HL vs. Max Rep True Kensei [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/RCsiQCchJTY/mqdefault.jpg "No HUD Max Rep HL vs. Max Rep True Kensei [For Honor]
Please Read Whole Description
Passing through foreign territory, the old man encounters a Kensei who has practiced the way of the Samurai for a very long time indeed. The face beneath the Kensei’s mask remains hidden, but something tells the old Highlander that this Samurai has many stories of his own. Never before has the old man seen someone so dedicated to a single way of fighting.
If the poet (Basho) is right, that “summer grass” is “all the remains of warrior’s dreams” then Spring might soon arrive. If the old man were home, and saw his wife feeding the birds, he would know exactly what time of year it is, but all this traveling turns life into one long season – changes in weather merely asides.
Like, subscribe and hit the notification button if youd like to know what is next in the old man’s “blind” epic journey. Please share this with others if you think they might really enjoy it. Leave your thoughts in the comments about the video or the epic “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.
This opponent was a very honorable and skilled! Here is their channel in case you want to see more of their fighting: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_n-2-gE6rI
Songs:
Brian Eno: Aragon, There is Nobody & Events in Dense Fog")
![No Boosts Elimination Challenge - read description please [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/S5OXFAk1pgs/mqdefault.jpg "No Boosts Elimination Challenge - read description please [For Honor]
This is what could be seen: The lives, the strays, veins, the Birch, the whole tree-house in pieces, then the firewood, the freed bird from the flue in June, the just-like-that of days, like clockwork, like the watch, and the likes, the knots, the originals, the wilderness, its dimensions keep growing like a beard, not just Herodotus, but aligned, be it math or Welcome mat. Either way, its been a while. Aye, it’s been awhile at that.
Songs in this video: Eno, 2 Rapid Formations; Maxine Sullivan, Blue Skies; Freshly Wrapped Candies, And.
This channel has gameplay but seeks to write short stories and poetry (in the descriptions) that are not based on any characters in For Honor. By all means share the descriptions with people who may not play For Honor (or video-games) if you like, and hit the notification bell if you’d like to know what comes next!
As always: No being mean towards anyone in these videos or in the comments on this channel. Keep it clean, and be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.")
![Blind Highlander Vs. The Loner - Story/Description - [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/SDkm61xrwsk/mqdefault.jpg "Blind Highlander Vs. The Loner - Story/Description - [For Honor]
Rome sends out scouts looking for the old man, but it seems he has many Samurai after him as well. Not only does the Orochi appear everywhere he looks now, he recently quelled one Shinobi ambush after another - they seemed to appear from everywhere, out of shadows, producing clouds of dust and smoke.
And yet another Samurai was hot on his trail, a loner with eyes hidden by the brim of his hat, and a blade in each of his hands. This lone Samurai knew the art of feinting an attack. So fierce was his style of swordplay that even if the old man’s eyes had been better, it would have made little difference.
However, so impressed by the other’s skill, both the old man and the Aramusha refused to execute each other the first time they fought. Each was wounded enough that they agreed to part ways for a time, and heal up, before meeting once more to fight to the death.
When they met the second time the Aramusha gave the old man a very delicious hot green drink beneath a cherry blossom tree. “Matcha” he said.
It was the first word the Aramusha had spoken in years. Then the Aramusha took a stick and drew a large circle in the ground, made an X in the middle of the circle and pointed to the old man. Then, all around the circle he made symbols, a rough temple that marked Samurai, a bird that marked Vikings, a centurion helm marking Romans and a castle for Knights (he was a good artist with a stick and dirt!) and a new symbol the old man didnt recognize, and he repeated these symbols all around the circle. Then he slowly drew arrows from all of them pointing towards the X in the middle.
The message was clear: The Aramusha let the old man know that everywhere he went, every faction, even a new, unknown one, now sent warriors after the aged Highlander.
The old man nodded and patted the Aramusha on the shoulder gently. In a way, this made sense: only another lone warrior could relate to someone who’d been wandering on his own for as long as the old man had been trying to get home.
With that, he drank the last of his good green tea, which gave him a distinct sense of life, and he stood up with his Claymore in hand. The Aramusha stood up as well and nodded. It was understood between both men that regardless of their shared understanding, orders are orders.
The old man wondered if all Samurai were really sent to kill him. He remembered the greatest Kensei, the Kensei who taught him that life is both a celebration of being alive as well as a lament for the fallen. Would he ever cross paths with that Kensei again?
I must keep to myself, thought the old man.
After all, Vikings swore the old man would join them one day in Valhalla, and yet it was a word that was far from the old man’s ancient Celtic tongue, and so many Vikings had tried to take his life... None of it made sense.
My wife is my faction, the old man thought.
Ready yourself, he said to the Aramusha, who did not understand the old mans language but who, nevertheless, was already digging his foot into the ground for better traction.
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This channel has gameplay but it seeks to write short stories and poetry in its descriptions that go beyond fan-fiction. These descriptions are not based on any characters in For Honor. Feel free to subscribe and share these descriptions with people who may not play For Honor (or video-games) if you like.
As always: No being mean towards anyone in these videos or in the comments on this channel. Keep it clean, and be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
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![When Feelin Salty, Remember This [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TaPbtiPKt9s/mqdefault.jpg "When Feelin Salty, Remember This [For Honor]
If only these kinds of moments went as viral as salty For Honor videos. For all you newer players (and some older ones too), dont let anything get to you. Being salty has but two outcomes: being upset and causing others to be upset. Not being salty has limitless possibilities.
Or as the song in this video says,
Bubblegum kinda keeps my heart from gettin heavy and cryin
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.
Song: Free Design, Bubbles")
![The Old Mans Reads [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/WvNOldKePaM/mqdefault.jpg "The Old Mans Reads [For Honor]
Knowing he must anticipate the moves of all these new Kenseis, Conqs - all these new Highlanders! - the Old Man fights through his bad knee, hoping to survive, so he may return home, and have a very good cup of tea with Mrs. Highlander.
the opening song is Voltage Regulator from Freshly Wrapped Candies off their album I Like You")
