Message #41767

[CrazyHobo]

 After that’s done, the guy goes to class. After the lesson is over, he decides to check the piece of paper that girl from earlier gave him. There was a phone number and her name on it. Her name is Ksenia. The guy quickly dialed her number into his contacts, then would return to his manipulative habits, but then saw that very girl staring at him from one side of the hall. Surprised yet again, he walks down the hall in her direction. He walks up to the girl and then starts speaking to her
-   Ksenia! Couldn’t help noticing that you’re eyeing me from here.
She giggled slightly. Then whispered into his ear
-   I have my geography lesson cancelled. And what do you have?
-   Law, but I’m thinking of skipping it.
The girl makes a cute smile, takes the guy under her hand and walks him to the wardrobe, where there is little presence during a lesson. They both sit and the girl begins to rub to the guy. He does nothing. Then she rests her head on his shoulder and begins kissing his neck.
 Most guys would think how awesome it is that a girl wants them and they can get laid easily. But not this guy. Most people will think that he’s gay, impotent or dumb for not wanting to have sex. But let’s hope you guys are not like most people. Firstly, this guy knows what she will reply to each of his questions. He knows she will claim that her boyfriend is a douche, that she’s frustrated. He knows where the conversion will go, so the guy simply asks in a calm manner:
-   What are you doing?
She raises her head and stares into his eyes. The guy speaks again:
-   Seriously, what are you doing? You have a boyfriend, if I recall correctly.
-   He’s a dick and I’m tired of him.
-   So? You see a problem in your relationship and instead of trying to fix it, you run to a different guy? Where’s the logic in that?
-   Well I’m sick and tired of that **** for not paying any attention to me!
-   Now tell me, why did you start your relationship with him in the first place? You didn’t know who he was? What he’s like?
-   No…I knew that this would happen. But…
-   Then what’s your problem? You love him?
-   Yeah, I do…but it’s getting so frustrating lately
-   And the best thing you could come up with is to betray his trust?
-   Well he’s probably cheated on me many times as well.
-   Probably? Just because you don’t know something for sure, you intend to betray the poor fella? You know, I’m trying to promote decency here. I don’t want to demean you or anything, but what you’re doing is kinda slutty.
She opens her mouth wide and her eyes are wide as well.
-   How dare you?
-   Oh, that’s simple. I promote decency upon the un-decent.
She turns away in anger. The guy comforts her by wrapping his hand around her waist.
-   Listen, I’m not trying to say that you’re a bad person. You’re tired and gave in to a weakness, happens to most of us. But what I’m trying to say is what you’re doing is not a good thing. Hell, you don’t even know my name! And you already want to **** me?
-   Well why did you flirt with me in the hallway then?
-   I wasn’t expecting you to take my words so seriously.
She didn’t reply. She just silently got up and left. The guy was left all to himself in the wardrobe. He wrote about this event in his diary.

Only a couple of lessons left. At this point, even this guy is tired of being in school, but he doesn’t give a single sign of frustration to anyone. He walks down the hallway on the second floor, where the teacher’s lounge is located. This guy has a lesson on this floor, but he’d prefer to avoid this area for now. Sadly, he stumbled upon his math teacher.
-   Why do you keep skipping lessons?
The guy almost instantly comes up with an excuse
-   Veronica Voldemarovna, didn’t I tell you that I have a public speaking competition this week? I take my competitions seriously and prepare for them vigorously, unlike your little kids, who attend the math Olympiads. No offence.
This teacher gave a sigh and then replied in a disappointed tone:
-   Well when you do, try to catch up with us.
-   Of course, I’ll be focused solely on mathematics, when I’m done with this competition.
The teacher walks away. The guy is pleased that he managed to avoid another “bullet”. Then he turns around and to his own surprise sees the girl from earlier.
-   I’ve met many people, but you have got to be the strangest I’ve known so far.
-   That’s a compliment to me.
-   You’re being called strange and accused of being a social hermit, and you find this to be a compliment? Don’t you ever feel lonely?
The guy keeps silent for a while, then replies
-   How about going to a more secluded place? The buffet is usually devoid of people at this time.
After some hesitation, the girl complied.
Once they gut there, the guy rushed to a chair, pulled it from under the table and pointed to the girl to sit on it. She looked at this as though she had seen something very strange.
-   I’m a gentleman, remember?
The girl sat on the chair, then the guy slightly pushed it. He then sat on the opposite chair. He was silent for a short time, as he tried to think up his strategy for the conversation. Then he asked.
-   How often do you feel lonely?
The girl spent some time to gather her thoughts for a reply:
-   As of late quite often.
-   Hm…I feel it all the time, you know.
She raised her head and stared at him with a surprised face
-   And you don’t feel any suffering from it?
-   Pain in life is unavoidable, but suffering is optional.
The girl stared with a puzzled face, then asked.
-   So you’re kind of a philosopher?
-   Maybe. But I’m not the one who started this philosophy.
-   Then who did?
He stretched his pause, turned his sight away, then returned it and replied
-   I wasn’t always like this. You know, I used to be very nerdy, fearful of people and incredibly secluded. I’d spend 8 hours a day in front of my PC, playing video games not because I loved them so much, but because I was too damn scared to go outside and socialize with other people, because I’ve tasted betrayal at a very young age and didn’t want it to happen again.
-   And…what happened that you changed to who you are now?
-   I met a person.
-   What, a special girl?
-   Please, this isn’t a love story. It’s a very wise man from Argentina, whom I met in an MMO about zombies. He taught me most think I know about life now. Honestly, I’d still be sitting behind the PC, if it weren’t for him. So I owe him that much.
-    And….geesh, I just don’t know what to say.
-   Nothing. You can’t understand that, which you haven’t experienced yourself.
This conversation ended in silence. She didn’t know what to say, he said all he needed to. Then they heard a male voice outside the buffet, which brought the girl to life, as she whispered in a frightened tone
-   That’s my boyfriend! You need to leave, he’s very envious.
The guy raised his eyebrow and gave out a loud sigh. Seriously? Her boy starts quarrels because she spoke to some other guy? Shows how much he is insecure. He just gets up and leaves.

The school day had ended. Time to get home. The guy had to stay a bit longer to rewrite a math test. When he got out, there were no kids in near the school. He exited through the school gate and saw that Ksenia was standing near it with some guy next to her. Probably her boyfriend. He looked mean. The guy knew what was about to happen…what could happen. Her boyfriend shouts out “Hey lunie, come here, we need to talk. And don’t think about runnin’, or I’ll catch up and beat ya up”
 The guy turned his head in the direction behind him. The road was covered in ice. A 20 meter run till the area where the ice ended. The guy then looks back at the boyfriend, lets out a shrewd smile…then he runs in the opposite direction. The boyfriend ran after him. He was fast: at some point he’d reach the guy. But the guy ran on ice, which slowed the boyfriend down a bit. Then the guy pulled out the bottle of water he bought earlier and poured on the ice behind him, making the ice very slippery. The boyfriend slipped and fell with a loud stud.
 It didn’t take long for the guy to jump on top of the boyfriend and get his hands around his neck. The boyfriend tried to shout back:
-   Get of me, ya ****!
-   I have my fingers pointed in certain areas of your neck. A little bit of pressure and you’ll have blood leaking out of your ears, nose and eyes. Got that?
-   **** you!
The guy lifted the poor soul’s head then slammed it into the ice.
-   Did I make myself clear?
-   **** you!
The guy began to strangle the fucker. Ksenia had ran up to the scene at this point.
-   Let him go! – shouted the girl.
-   Oh I will, once I’ve instilled some sense into this bastard.
Then he slams the fuckers head into the ice again, ignoring the repeated curses sent by the girl.
-   Now listen here, fella. From now on, you’re going to give your girl compliments, flowers and take her out for dates. Got that?
-   The ****?
Punches him in the face.
-   Ok, dates and ****! I get it.
Punched again.
-   No curses and swears, please. Or at the minimum at the very least.
The kid stopped resisting the guy at this point. That’s when the guy finally got up and said.
-   Now that I can leave, you two handle your own problems.

He looks at the girl. The look on her face gives out an impression that she regrets about what had happened today. Not this guy’s concern, though. He turns and walks away. He’s got some rituals to do.


This guy is me. This was a description of a day I had a year ago. And let me tell you one thing: if it weren’t for the Archlord’s teachings, I wouldn’t have even approached this girl in the first place, wouldn’t have been able to handle that guy and so on. I’d still be sitting in front of my PC and playing video games for hours ahead, refusing to speak with anyone.
 Today’s the 7th of March. Vorax turns 30 years today. I’m more than certain that V’s not going online today, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is what he did to us. Shaped us into the Black Dragon Agents we are today. If it weren’t for this man, we wouldn’t know each other. If it weren’t for him, half of us would be dead!
And so I gather all Agents here. Let us show our gratitude to the Archlord today.

Vorax, I must admit: even though we have never met in person, you have influenced me more than all the people I’ve met in real life. Thanks to you, I forgot what it’s like to feel fear, loneliness, hatred and many other vices that feed the ego.
 As such, I say that you are one of the very few people, whom I’d follow into the Abyss and beyond, if it were to come to that.

I am honored to be your Gladius. I am honored to be a Black Dragon Agent. And I don’t regret a single bit about the life I have, because you’ve shown us that our lives are far more significant than those of the billionaires.

Ordo Cephalium Vinci Mors.
Dea Drakonum Spiritum Obscuritas.
We are the Order that Defeats Death.
We are the ones, who know the Darkness of the Dragon Spirit.
If we die, then we shall reincarnate.
If we live, than we shall reign.
For the Glory, my brothers!