The Life of Davion

I really didn't had anything to do in my workplace so I decided to write a fanfic about DOTA or Defense of the Ancients, an online team game that is quite popular in Cebu. Here's the first part.

3, 2, 1. The start of an ominous battle has started with the summoning of treants from Cenarius' spirit and I had to defend the world tree from the grasps of the most vile and evil creatures ever spawned in the face of the earth. I put on my armor, fitted my helm, hoisted my shield and held on my sword. I grabbed three ironwood branches because it is believed to have magical properties, or maybe I was scammed by that oh so sexy dealer. I ran as fast as I can to protect the first tower defending the army of the Scourge. The armies of the Scourge were rotten and mutilated, their skin hanging from their bones with flies happily surrounding them. And talk about their smell! I couldn't stand it and the only way the smell's gonna disappear is to smite them and extinguish their lives! As I ran towards a ghoul, I felt a stab of pain, a spear just pierced my side and the one who threw it was Akasha, also known as the Queen of Pain by her enemies. I had to be careful, she was an opponent who will not hesitate to kill. I continued on pushing on forward while dodging Akasha's spears. But how could I destroy the opponent's defensive tower when that beautiful freak of nature stands in my way? She just laughs at my attempts on slaying her as she disappears out of sight in a blink of an eye and retaliates with a flurry of spears at a distance. I had enough of the spears, the maniacal laughter and that piercing howl that gives me a headache, I decided I should teach her a lesson she'll never forget. While she was busily hitting my treants and ignoring me, I ran towards her at full speed, with my armor clinking with every step I make and she didn't have time to move. I bashed her with my shield and strike at her vital points, although I paused for a moment to take a look at her face. She was indeed beautiful, albeit too dead-looking to me. She was dazed and injured, and she tried to blink but I mustered all my inner strength and spewed a cone of fire from the bowels of my stomach. Oh, did I tell you that I descended from dragonkin? But alas, she quickly disappeared from my sight and ran towards their defiled fountain of life to rejuvenate herself. I was injured as well since I received a blow from her infamous scream and I drank a potion to heal myself. But before I could fully regenerate from the blows I received from the queen of pain, a huge, lizard-like creature came towards me with a smile so sinister I thought I was gonna be tortured for eternity if I was captured by that monster. It had giant wings and a belly so bloated I believed he just ate and handled a double-edged staff that was almost as large as itself. It raised its arms and quickly four tombstones appears, encircling me. I tried to run but I couldn't. A thing that looked like convoluted roots erupted from the ground and held my legs at place. The sky darkened and was colored red. The next thing I know huge meteors just came crashing onto me. I really thought I was gonna die. Thankfully, nothing landed on myself although one fireball missed me by an inch. The roots' firm hold on my legs loosened and I ran as quickly from the monster towards the fountain.

The Return of the Comeback

Wow. It has been 3 years since I took up the persona of Monsieur Aronnax and wrote required entries to receive an acceptable grade in English during my senior year in high school. I had so much fun in writing down those entries and transforming them into melancholic and grievous entries that readers would become so downtrodden as to pick up an empty bucket and fill it with salt water. I'm now an incoming senior year but I still feel that I lack the maturity needed to be branded as a college student. Currently, I'm doing my on-the-job training and since I'm not in the mood to code for a project due on June 2, I'm gonna write instead. For those, who had already read my previous entries, a lot of years have gone by and I feel I have matured and this could probably change the way I look at things and for that I must warn you ahead of time.

Today however, I will extinguish Aronnax and write new entries as what I really feel. Prepare yourselves readers, as I will make you plummet down to hopelessness and make you wish you would have never tried reading this right now. Just kidding.

I'm gonna talk about the most talked about topic in the girls' bathroom (besides k-pop or j-pop), as well as in the boys too (besides DOTA and Elly Tran). Love. Go ahead, close this window quickly or puke and laugh your head off. You're the one who's gonna clean it up anyways. Love is a many splendid thing. Love is like a rosary full of mystery. Love hurts but sometimes is a good hurt. Love, love, love, I want your love. Love me, love me, say that you love me. And I could go on and on with songs about love. Well, isn't love that great? Yeah, in a sense but believe Mr/Ms. Love is an unpredictable freak of nature. Sometimes, it can make us believe that there are fairy tale endings but sometimes it can make us believe that Beast did ate Belle or that the little mermaid ended up in a can of sardines and eaten by his beloved prince. Yeah, that's a fact. Love can hurt and it's freakin' painful. I do think there are some unfortunate enough to experience this kind of hurt, and for that I feel your pain while there are some who are just so lucky that I'd wish I could be like them. Hey reader, did you had enough of this love talk that you'd rather want to write codes instead or even clean the whole house all by yourself then by all means go. The next lines would be indeed hard for me to share but let me. "The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else. "- this is a quote I just picked up on a website while I was bored, which I happen to be experiencing right now. For me, love is such a strong word that I'd just prefer to use the word like. It's painful but I have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world, there's still many fish in the sea. I'd lie to myself a hundred times and yes, it can reduce the pain but it's still there, like a leech that intends to keep you for dinner and just wouldn't budge off. It could be compared to a pain reliever if you like to be scientifically-inclined, yes indeed. Just like festering wounds, it will take time before it heals completely. I have always laughed about these kinds of things, but once you feel it, it's no denying that it's there, it exists and you're stuck with it, whether you like it or not. If you're one of my friends and are feeling so exasperated and terribly sad for me, then I assure you, I'm gonna be alright. I still have a full life ahead of me and I hope you'll continue on riding with me until I feel that I should stop writing again. Till the next part, Nico Sagun.