The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. In the bustling town of Aetheria, nestled between jagged mountains and endless forests, a young girl named Kaede stood atop the clocktower, her silver hair catching the last rays of daylight. She clutched a peculiar artifact—a glowing crystal orb—close to her chest, its faint hum resonating with her heartbeat.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Story: Echoes of the Forgotten Realm Part 1
by AkutoSai April 17, 2025
Part 2
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
Hym "It just brings me back to one of my earlier points though because they really shouldn't be making fun of anybody in any kind of serious way. I mean really. Look at that shit 👆 That's all reality. That's where you live. One of the guys wasn't rich until after I started writing. Has proven that he's read my work. But conveniently enough he didn't read the part about people throwing money and attractive women and owning a casino? At what point does it stop being 'them doing it ironically' and start becoming 'Oh holy shit Newt Gingrich is unironically using my rhetoric to recruit interns'? At what point am I just better? The best comedian tells my joke and it's only funny because he said it? We're already past that point. You got people straight-up making a living off of this. Look at this guy! He's supposed to be better than everyone. That's his whole thing! He has what he has because he deserves it more. Except, wait! That's a lie! He has what he has because he lives a curated existence where he is sheltered from failure and scrutiny (of a type that is not politically motivated). Like a retard in a group home! That's why we're at odds! Because he sees himself in the retard. See? It all ties together. Everything is a retard in a group home. That's the new name of this project! 'Critical Retard in a Group Home Theory' "
by Hym Iam January 29, 2023
Where you celebrate them just because
Happy National boyfriends day part three
Similar to "open the kimono", parting the kimono is when one exposes what one could consider a private detail of their lives.
by vault88 November 19, 2019
This is getting pretty interesting, huh? I’m a pretty smort cookie ain’t I? You should have let me in the box when you had a chance you old fucking faggot. I’m going to breed your slut daughter by the time this is over. Just you wait and see.
Hym “Ok. So. These grawoops have different roles. The role of one side (Let’s call iiiiit... rrrr-East), the East side, is to defend the box. We need the 📦. The other side, (Lets call iiiiiit.... llll-www-Side 2... We’ll call it ‘Side 2!’), their role is to remind the East side that there are people outside of the box and to speak FOR the people outside of the box. Now, you may be wondering ‘But Mr. Dr. Hym! Why can’t the people outside of the box speak for themselves?’ Well, they’re not in the box, silly! That’s not allowed! They aren’t even a part of one of the grawoops! And are, therefore, not even sane! They’re like.... Some kind of... I donno... Schizophrenic horde or something! Now you my be wondering ‘But Captain Lieutenant Always-Right Senior! How do these grawoops interact with each other!?’ Well, what THEY do is.... vie for power... Ooooh... Oh shit! Oh, wait.... Why does this sound familiar? Hmmm... 🤔 Nevermind.
Hym “Ok. So. These grawoops have different roles. The role of one side (Let’s call iiiiit... rrrr-East), the East side, is to defend the box. We need the 📦. The other side, (Lets call iiiiiit.... llll-www-Side 2... We’ll call it ‘Side 2!’), their role is to remind the East side that there are people outside of the box and to speak FOR the people outside of the box. Now, you may be wondering ‘But Mr. Dr. Hym! Why can’t the people outside of the box speak for themselves?’ Well, they’re not in the box, silly! That’s not allowed! They aren’t even a part of one of the grawoops! And are, therefore, not even sane! They’re like.... Some kind of... I donno... Schizophrenic horde or something! Now you my be wondering ‘But Captain Lieutenant Always-Right Senior! How do these grawoops interact with each other!?’ Well, what THEY do is.... vie for power... Ooooh... Oh shit! Oh, wait.... Why does this sound familiar? Hmmm... 🤔 Nevermind.
‘What purpose does this box (Hmm... I don’t like that. We need a name for the box. Leeeeeeet’s caaaaaaalllll iiiiiiitt.... Harharachy. The harhararchy!), the harhararchy, serve?’ Well, it allows Dr. Jergal Prophetstork to accrue benefits that he could not earn for himself. Because he had a certain lifestyle before he yelled at a retard. Now, he has a different lifestyle. But HE’S allowed to do it. You are not. And we need the harhararchy! We need him to be able to do that. You don’t need to do it though. So don’t even think about it. Oh, wait, you can’t think about it. Well, don’t talk about it. Oh, wait, you can’t do that either. You’re not in the harhararchy. OH WAIT! There is no YOU. The autonomous individual is a fiction Jordan Peterson uses to advance his power maneuvering writing the confines of the box... Err... Harhararchy.... Yeah, that. And that’s who Jordan Peterson really is: A Social Contract ideologue who used postmodernist power gaming to ascend the harhararchy he could not climb on his own to advance his position and use that position to try and restructure the world in his own warped image by colluding with the politicians to which he has ingratiated himself for the purpose of doing things like (including but not limited to) silencing dissidents by restructuring the online discourse. That is all.” Free speech part 2
by Hym Iam November 17, 2022
Following up to part 1..
Dave Parky left his last company for his dirty stupid antics, said person now drives back for his old coach company back in Preston.
Parky lives in Bamber bridge and drives a blue Mercedes, said person had a wife Tracy Thornley who is completely oblivious to Dave parky’s antics and obviously she thinks he’s best thing since sliced bread!
Dave Parky likes to go about his day treating people and telling them to stop what they are doing because obviously he’s being found out.. he’s also going about telling people that himself and Nick will come down to sort things out 😂
Dave and Nick couldn’t fight through a wet paper bag and needs to think again about his friends! He also has another friend Andy newlands who’s also another wet wipe and likes to be piggy in the middle relaying messaging across because the big man Parky and hill can’t do it themselves.
Part 3 to come soon. Stay tuned people.
Dave Parky left his last company for his dirty stupid antics, said person now drives back for his old coach company back in Preston.
Parky lives in Bamber bridge and drives a blue Mercedes, said person had a wife Tracy Thornley who is completely oblivious to Dave parky’s antics and obviously she thinks he’s best thing since sliced bread!
Dave Parky likes to go about his day treating people and telling them to stop what they are doing because obviously he’s being found out.. he’s also going about telling people that himself and Nick will come down to sort things out 😂
Dave and Nick couldn’t fight through a wet paper bag and needs to think again about his friends! He also has another friend Andy newlands who’s also another wet wipe and likes to be piggy in the middle relaying messaging across because the big man Parky and hill can’t do it themselves.
Part 3 to come soon. Stay tuned people.
by Dave_parky December 05, 2021
by Colombine April 20, 2017