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@Althalosian-is-the-father book

When you remember a taste and yet cannot even feel the ghost of it on your tongue, what is left? If you can feel the pain as another is hit and remain unhurt what is it that you feel?
The dream flutters in the mind like a scrap of spiderweb, there and then not; gone and then before you. The edges taste like fog and smell like cold air. The memories are likewise, always flitting, rarely lit, ready to dance away at a moment. There are softer than mouse fur and heavy as moonlight.
Does that answer your question?

@ElderGod-Winter-The-Renegade-Legionnaire book

When you remember a taste and yet cannot even feel the ghost of it on your tongue, what is left? If you can feel the pain as another is hit and remain unhurt what is it that you feel?
The dream flutters in the mind like a scrap of spiderweb, there and then not; gone and then before you. The edges taste like fog and smell like cold air. The memories are likewise, always flitting, rarely lit, ready to dance away at a moment. There are softer than mouse fur and heavy as moonlight.
Does that answer your question?

Yes and no. Everything feels real to me. Dream, memory, awake. There is no in between. I'm always caught between living and dying. I'm the gray space in between. I feel and understand in sleep and wake up feeling and understanding what I saw. It does not fade away, and as I grow older it only becomes stronger. I cannot tell if I am cursed, or I just have a mind that cannot calm down. I guess it's just Hyperphantasia at its finest. What I'm trying to say is that I physically cannot fathom why there's no difference for you, when there's always been a stark difference for me. I just can't imagine it. To me, it doesn't seem possible. Does that tell you why I'm struggling? I can't physically picture it. I just don't know what's wrong with my mind, or with me. I actually kinda thought that it was like what I was experiencing for everyone. But this is indeed interesting. Tell me more. I would like to understand it better. I would like to learn.

@ElderGod-Winter-The-Renegade-Legionnaire book

In my case, both of them are solid. It's freaking weird man. Think of it as in my case like seeing identical twins. There's obviously a difference between the two, but it's hard to distinguish between the two. You know which is which and you know you're friends with both but sometimes you mix up their names. It's like that kinda deal for me.

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If this pandemic doesn’t fucking end soon, I’m about to write a whole ass musical.
who’s with me

I feel this on so many levels

@Mojack group

This isn’t a TIL, this is more like “I’ve known about this person for a while and I think more people should know about him too” sort of thing

Francis Pegahmagabow. Is the name familiar? Yes? No?

He’s the most successful marksman in WW1, and technically the most successful in history if you count captures (Simo Häyhä, another neat person may have killed more but Pegahmagabow captured more).
He killed 378 enemies with his Ross rifle (which is pretty impressive, because in WW1 Ross rifles weren’t very good; they jammed a lot primarily due to battlefield conditions and just flaws in production) and captured another 300.
He was a Canadian First Nations soldier, politician and activist. When his company was in danger of being surrounded (and low on ammo) he went into No Man’s Land with his rifle and brought back enough ammo for his post to carry on. He received a second Bar to his military medal, one of only 39 Canadians to receive this honour.

I’m sure people are also familiar with the mistreatment of indigenous people and minorities as well. Despite this, he volunteered for service in August of 1914. He fought for almost the entire war. The most highly decorated Canadian indigenous soldier in history too.

One of my favourites about him: he was known for sneaking into German trenches at night and stealing their badges and buttons while they slept.

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So who wants to join me in writing a musical, until this pandemic is over?

Sure!

@SupernaturalSyGuyIsTIred group

A white Ford was moving down one of the roads into Midford. Inside the vehicle sat a family of seven. Two girls and two boys sat in the back. Their parents sat in the front. There was little to no traffic on the road. The driver, Edward Write slammed on the breaks as a branch from a tree broke off, landing in the road. He looked on, wide eyed.

“That was close!” He turned to his wife. “It’s a good thing that you told me to slow down a few minutes ago, or we would’ve been crushed.”

“I can see that, Ed!” Nancy said harshly. She turned to look back at the kids. “Is everyone alright?” Her four children looked at her, shocked.

“Y-yeah, mom. I think so,” Eddie responded. His sister amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) suddenly started crying. He looked at her to see that blood was coming from her nose. She had hit her face on the back of her mother’s seat. Nancy quickly reached for a kleenex, handed it to amy (the most wonderful woman in the world), and had her hold it to her nose. Jacob freaked at the sight of his sister’s blood.

“Stop it, calm down Jake!” Edward ordered. He started to back up, but the van wouldn’t move. Tires screeched and screamed out in pain, throwing up some smoke as Edward floored it in an attempt to make the van budge to no avail. Panic started to sink in. The youngest child, Olivia started to point out the window in excitement.

“Look, bunny rabbits!” she said excitedly. She had loved bunnies. In fact, their pet bunny, Mr. Foo Foo sat in his cage on the floor between her feet. Nobody noticed this, but the latch on his cage unhitched, allowing the cage door to open. Mr. Foo Foo hopped his way out of his prison while they weren’t paying attention. A collar hugged his scruffy gray and white neck.

“Shut up, Olivia! They’re just some stupid rabbits!” The eldest, Shannon snapped. Olivia defended herself and her beloved bunnies. On the other side of the van vines and tree limbs stretched out to grab the van.

The Writes were too busy looking at the large group of rabbits amassed on the right to notice what was occurring to the left. Nancy scrunched her face up once the sound of the scratching was heard. A branch broke through the driver side door window and pressed itself into Edward’s throat, choking him. Nancy shrieked and tried helping her husband to remove the branch. Some rose bush thorns made their way into her mouth and down her esophagus, making her bleed internally.

The other plants were now attempting to squash the vehicle by hugging it. One of the kids managed to open the door. Mr. Foo Foo did something odd; instead of escaping from the doomed van and family, he stayed with them. He hopped up into Olivia’s lap, looked at her, and wiggled his little pink nose.

“Good Foo Foo, staying with us,” Olivia said. She found the bunny comforting. Her brothers and sisters were begging her to get out to safety so that they could follow in their panic. Plants were now making Nancy’s stomach bulge outward, making her look pregnant. They burst outward, making her blood and guts spill out. Edward had managed to get the branch off of his neck. The kids screamed out in horror.

Mr. Foo Foo was now clawing at Olivia, tearing her flesh. She screamed and cried. Jacob threw Mr. Foo Foo out through the open door. Olivia managed to unbuckle herself and climbed out of the van. This allowed Shannon and Jacob to escape. The ceiling of the van was now touching the headrests of the seats, making it so that they had to duck to get out. It slowly crumpled in on them, making it hard for them to get out. Eddie was just about to make it out when the van was completely crushed and dragged into the woods. The remainder of the Write family stood in silence, shocked at what just happened. The concert of rabbits started thumping slowly, but steadily sped up the tempo. They left the children to wallow in shock, horror, confusion, and grief.