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STANESSA at 11:43, 19 April 2025

2025-04-19T11:43:26Z

STANESSA: /* Embark on The Madness */

2024-09-15T20:12:18Z

Embark on The Madness

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.

	== Embark on The Madness ==

	Testing

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2024-09-15T20:11:58Z

Embark on The Madness: new section

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.

			== Embark on The Madness ==

			Testing

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STANESSA at 20:07, 15 September 2024

2024-09-15T20:07:58Z

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.

	== Test ==

	Test

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2024-09-15T20:07:05Z

Test: new section

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.

			== Test ==

			Test

STANESSA at 06:33, 12 September 2024

2024-09-12T06:33:51Z

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	Dear Diary,		Dear Diary,

	Khalypso is ranting again that I need help. That I need to "snap out of this". She is convinced if I put pen to paper, things will be better but I know they will not. She is sweet and she tries so for her, I will make the effort.		Khalypso is ranting again that I need help. That I need to "snap out of this". She is convinced if I put pen to paper, things will be better but I know they will not. She is sweet and she tries, so for her, I will make the effort.

	His name was Trin. We met in the square. He would often come in and juggle his war hammers while I was healing. He was a tall, muscular, broad chested, gorgeous elf that immediately caught my eye with his dimpled cheeks and sparkling hazel eyes with tiny wrinkles that coalesced around them when he laughed. Back then, he laughed often.		His name was Trin. We met in the square. He would often come in and juggle his war hammers while I was healing. He was a tall, muscular, broad chested, gorgeous elf that immediately caught my eye with his dimpled cheeks and sparkling hazel eyes with tiny wrinkles that coalesced around them when he laughed. Back then, he laughed often.

STANESSA at 04:10, 13 May 2024

2024-05-13T04:10:35Z

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	A warrior Guild Master, he would often be behind the guild gates. I used to try to chat up the guard in the hopes he would let me in but to no avail. Trin tried to teach me how to tackle and how to become proficient with a warcry, neither of which I was ever very good at and unfortunately, I never got to master.		A warrior Guild Master, he would often be behind the guild gates. I used to try to chat up the guard in the hopes he would let me in but to no avail. Trin tried to teach me how to tackle and how to become proficient with a warcry, neither of which I was ever very good at and unfortunately, I never got to master.

	I remember his tattoo. A set of crossed war hammers on his wrist. It was his idea for us to tattoo our other wrists. An orange ornery pixie on one and a set of crossed war hammers on the other. We would ~~both~~ forever be linked.		I remember his tattoo. A set of crossed war hammers on his wrist. It was his idea for us to tattoo our other wrists. An orange ornery pixie on one and a set of crossed war hammers on the other. We would forever be linked.

	I felt a love like no other. I felt protected for the first time in my life. I would fall asleep on his chest with his big arms around me and thought nothing could hurt me. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me. Nothing he wouldn't protect me from. I suppose in the end, that was the ruin of us.		I felt a love like no other. I felt protected for the first time in my life. I would fall asleep on his chest with his big arms around me and thought nothing could hurt me. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me. Nothing he wouldn't protect me from. I suppose in the end, that was the ruin of us.

STANESSA at 04:08, 13 May 2024

2024-05-13T04:08:17Z

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	He started to come to me more and more. It wasn't until years later that he would reveal to me that he would often get hurt on purpose so that he had an excuse to come to me for healing. He felt the spark as well and it drew us together.		He started to come to me more and more. It wasn't until years later that he would reveal to me that he would often get hurt on purpose so that he had an excuse to come to me for healing. He felt the spark as well and it drew us together.

	I remember when he first asked me to pierce him. The next day he came to me and claimed his jewelry was lost in battle and asked me to do it again. I must have pierced him 10 times before he admitted ~~to me~~ that he was removing the piercings himself so he could spend some time with me alone.		I remember when he first asked me to pierce him. The next day he came to me and claimed his jewelry was lost in battle and asked me to do it again. I must have pierced him 10 times before he admitted that he was removing the piercings himself so he could spend some time with me alone.

	And then we were together. We were happy in those days. Happy for a long time.		And then we were together. We were happy in those days. Happy for a long time.

STANESSA at 04:05, 13 May 2024

2024-05-13T04:05:11Z

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		⚫	[[File:Trin.jpg\|alt=Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT \|thumb\|Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT]]
	Dear Diary,		Dear Diary,

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.
⚫	[[File:Trin.jpg\|alt=Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT \|thumb\|Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT]]

STANESSA at 04:03, 13 May 2024

2024-05-13T04:03:19Z

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	Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.		Khalypso was wrong. This did not make things better. It made them worse. I do not wish to relive this over and over again. There are certain things about him that pain me less than others. Certain parts I can remember more easily as I've learned to disassociate them from him. I still practice my warcry and my tackle. Perhaps one day, I'll master them after all. The guard at the Warrior Guild still won't let me inside. Other parts of our life together, just flood back too strongly and make me feel as though I'm drowning without him all over again and therefore this is the last time I will speak on this.
			[[File:Trin.jpg\|alt=Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT \|thumb\|Portrait of Trin created by Nightpixie's player using ChatGPT]]