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  • On 08/10/2022, we made the jump to Build 41 to finish up What We Become Part II: What Remains!

    Everything written in our Build 41 FAQ posted 12/19/2021 still stands—Gateway Roleplay's applications will not be opening up again until What We Become Part II: What Remains concludes. Notes have been added to the FAQ to clarify this.

    We are still deep in the development stage of our next lore and need more time to make it as great as we possibly can for you all. We also don't want to cut short a lore that's been running for nearly a year and a half for the few players that have stuck it out with us.

    We don't have an ETA on when we'll be finished with What We Become Part II: What Remains. Stay tuned for the announcement on our next lore! If you join our Discord, you'll be notified as soon as our announcement drops.

    We're also looking for new admins! If you're interested in joining the team, don't hesitate to send in an application here. All new admins will be added to the team once our current lore has concluded.

    Thanks for your understanding!!

Reflective Discordance

Anonymous

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Blood pooling around me,
We can feel it.
The end coming for
us,
An anti-climax to our stories.
Reaching out the only way we can,
Writhing in agony,
In the face of absolution, all that's left is

Reflection.

Seeding doubts littering our mind,
That maybe to die sooner would've been better.
Instead we pretended to be something we aren't,
Bystanders.
Passive observers of a universe we did not want to be apart of,
Forced to endure a reality of suffering.

Yet w
e found a reason to become a part of
the whole.

Some of us had fallen so far our wings were broken,
Never thought to fly again,
A crow without flight,
A person without
purpose.
But a crow is more than their wings,
They are a beak,
Talons,
But all they need is a connection,
A
voice,
And they can soar again.


Fear is his tool.
Fear is what keeps us down.
Connection,
The template to our success.

It is all that stands against Him.
W
e
will not be afraid any longer.

Fear to connect,
Fear to love,
Binds u
s,
Makes u
s slaves,
To
ourselves.
But we can learn to re-connect,

One day at a time,
We can learn to love again.

Horrible things have been done
In the name of love.
Murder,

Death,
Destruction,
It's the only constant.
Purpose will save u
s,
Purpose will lead u
s to the source.

Purpose,
connection, love.
They are all one in the same,
T
hey are what's kept so many stories going,
Which could've ended.

But they do not keep me from bleeding out on this gravel road,
These stories that could've ended will end,
And I am afraid.
Afraid that my purpose wouldn't survive,
That our connection would end,
That the love I left behind won't know in what could be my last moments I thought of her.
That I didn't do enough,
Again.
.
.
.

This story will not end,
O
ur story goes on,
Because of a
simpleton of all things.
What drives him?
 
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