Personally I think Railgun would be interesting, but I have a slight bias towards Railgun.

At low/really low ranks, Hopper paired with anything is REALLY annoying. Not sure about higher ranks as I haven't played on my main account in ages.

I'm not sure how unpopular this opinion is, but I think Siege is by far the worst gamemode.

TO related: Improve my writing skills in the AWS Be more active on the forum as a whole Get to Colonel or Brigadier 1,000 rep points Real life: None, don't have a life /shrug

After doing homework for a good few hours, I finally closed the school tabs and opened Discord. Checking all of my pings, I did my routine work before opening some obscure Flash game to play it before Flash disappeared. I put my Spotify playlist on maximum volume and started playing. After about an hour, my mom came into my room and called me over. We went into her room where my siblings were also gathered and she closed the door. I came back into my room, shut down my computer, sat down on my bed, and thought about what had happened. I was broken. I walked over to where my dog was sleeping peacefully in a corner. Bending down to pet her, I contemplated what I should do, and then walk over to the window. I looked outside, past the tree, onto the driveway where my dad's white pickup truck was parked. The condensation from the window formed a drop of water, which slowly trickled down the window, not unlike the tear trickling down my face. Maybe tomorrow will be better. The next day, I woke up early, thanks to my alarm, and struggled to get out of bed. My eyes, still red from last night, weren't ready for the day -- they tried to stay closed, but I forced them open. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, changed my clothes, and did all of the things needed to be ready for the school day. I made my way to school, and when I got there, I prepared myself for what was to come. Even with preparation, however, it wasn't enough. I came home from school that day worse than I've ever been in my life, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I was broken. When I could, I opened up Discord on my computer and started a voice call with my friends. We talked for hours, with them only knowing a fraction of what's been going on. We had a lot of laughs, and it was overall a great time. I logged off Discord and went to bed hopeful. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I woke up yet again, going through almost the exact same morning routine as yesterday, but things changed when I got to school. Things actually didn't go as badly as yesterday. I got home and was yet again called to my mom's room. I exited the room in tears. I had finally reached my limit. In my room, I sobbed into my pillow for hours, and when I got up, it was only to switch out pillows to cry into. After hours of crying, I got up, went to my dog and hugged her. Picking her up, I went downstairs and gave her to my mom. I went back up to my room and looked out the window at the car pulling out of the driveway. I was broken. Looking over at the dog bed, I couldn't help but feel hopeless. Everything had gone downhill in just a couple days. But there wasn't really anything I could do. Coming to this sad yet true conclusion, I picked up the dog bed and threw it in the trash. We wouldn't be needing it anymore. I sat down on my bed, too tired to cry, resigned to my fate, and I went to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I woke up later than usual, which was fine -- today was a Saturday. I got out of bed rejuvenated, got some cereal, and hopped onto the computer. I opened a Google document and started typing. As the sun lowered in the sky, I stayed on the computer, typing away. Eventually, I seemed satisfied with what I had written. I printed it out and left it on my desk. I thought about what I was about to do. The consequences, the sadness, the horrible conclusion that I was driven to. But it didn't matter. I was broken. Even though this wasn't a fix to my problems, even though this wasn't a fix to anybody's problems, even though it, if anything, caused more problems, I didn't care. I was broken. Nothing mattered -- I was broken. I turned off the lights to my room, shrouding everything in darkness. A bang, a thump, then a horrible silence. Maybe tomorrow will be better. ~Lose Here's to having a 2021 that's been better than 2020. Happy new years everybody, maybe this year will be better.

@Person_Random Congrats!

Well done @dupuy and everybody else who was featured!

@Venerable?

Can confirm, use lmao

Thanks for approving this! Hopefully the finale will be better, and I'll look out for the tenses!

At that moment, I realized I hated another thing -- decisions. I was put on the spot, against a literal GOD, to choose which of my two best friends I want to kill. It wasn't exactly an easy decision to make. On one hand, Ethan had already gone through mental and physical torment. He was probably weak even before being possessed and scared out of his mind if he even knew what was going on. But on the other hand, James might not be able to handle all the information he would see when he comes back around, unlike Ethan, who had been exposed to it before. It was an impossible choice; one knew too much, and the other knew too little. I couldn't choose to kill one over the other. So I went with the only option I had left. "I can't pick one. I'm not doing it," I said with the small amount of confidence I had left, "I'd rather fight you than them." Ethan merely chuckled, which put me off-guard. "You are easier to manipulate than I thought, young one," he said with a smile on his face, "Since you failed to choose one of the two to kill, you have decided to go down the third route. This will be much more painful than the other two, for all three of you, mentally and physically. You could've prevented this, but instead you were blinded by your own stubbornness. I'm sorry it had to be this way; this could have been prevented." Not two seconds after the last word was spoken, Ethan crumpled to the ground as blackness shot out of every hole in his body -- the blackness which instantly went and enveloped me. I tried to control it; maybe I was tired, maybe this was a different kind of power, but for some reason, I couldn't control it no matter how hard I tried. Suddenly, I was weightless -- flying through the air, and then a second later, I landed on the ground with a hard CRACK echoing throughout the empty woods. I looked down and saw my ankle bending a way it certainly shouldn't be bending. My ankle was broken. Moments later, I saw Ethan flying out of the blackness. He landed hard right on my ankle, which I didn't feel yet, thanks to shock and adrenaline. I assessed the situation at hand: Me, an exhausted, sore teenager with a broken ankle and two unconscious friends to protect, against a literal god. The odds were not in my favor. But that doesn't mean I was gonna die trying. The black dissipated, leaving nothing but an empty forest around us, but then I heard him speak. "You can change your mind at any point, choose to sacrifice one of your friends. You don't have to keep on going down this route -- the choice is yours. But if you don't, the punishments will get worse and worse exponentially until you all ultimately die. I'd suggest you choose a friend, or else I may have to step in." I thought about this for a moment, then re-thought my decision. Was it worth it to kill someone to save myself and someone else, or is it worth it to have us all die fighting valiantly? Which is the greater good? A dilemma started forming in my mind. And the longer I thought about it, the more appealing his option became. I started subconsciously debating who I would sacrifice and why. And it didn't help that the pain from my ankle had started to set in a good while ago -- I was in a lot of pain. After a couple minutes, Mr. Lord-of-the-Darkness became impatient. "I do not have time to let you sit around and play mind games with yourself, young one. I'm going to up the stakes. Choose one of them to sacrifice within the next 5 minutes, or I sacrifice one of them and the other two of you will die painfully. You can't win this, Jack, so you might as well comply." I started to panic -- I didn't want one of my friends to die. But at the same time, having one instead of three die is a good thing, right? One is less than three last I had checked. I couldn't stand to watch both of my friends die, I had to choose one. Now it was a question of who do I sacrifice? I thought I would take a long time to think of who to sacrifice, but pretty soon, the answer became clear. "I have made my decision," I called out to the god, "Of who to kill." "Who did you decide, young one?" "Ethan." "Why?" "He knows too much." The god started to laugh. At first, it was a chuckle, then it became a hearty, booming laugh that echoed through the forest. "When I said you were easy to manipulate, that was clearly an understatement. But now it is too late to change your mind. You have locked your decision, and your decision has been granted." I looked over to see Ethan being enveloped in darkness. Right before he was fully covered -- only his head was left, he woke. He looked at me, looked at what was happening, and started to scream -- a scream that was quickly cut off by the shadows covering his face. Slowly, the shadows vanished to see nothing left. Ethan was gone. Then the voice started speaking again. "Now, time to deal with you two. I know I said that you would be saved from horrible punishments if you chose to sacrifice someone, and I was right. I won't torture you as much as I would have. But I never said you weren't saved from punishment. You're very easy to manipulate, and you've done exactly what I expected you to do. You're still going to die, Jack. So is James, and everybody else you know and love. And yes, you won't be horribly punished until you die a painful death. You will die, but it will be quick. "Like earlier, I will give you a choice. Do you want to succumb to your fate -- give up, and let me win with no effort? Or do you want to die trying to fight me in combat? Yet again, you have to make a choice -- now the entire world is in your hands." ~Lose I'm still trying to get back into the groove of things; hopefully, this isn't too bad. Next part should be the finale, but remember -- not all stories have happy endings.

Thank you! And sadly, I don't know French... but maybe we could arrange a translation process of sorts?

Experiences are short, but the memories are forever -- sad to see it go, but it had to happen.

Yeah, this didn't age well. Hopefully Part 7 for December's piece ?

The world may never know -- maybe there is more than one person ?

His parents divorced and they had to move due to financial difficulties, but stayed at the same school. He is a student.

Thank you for the kind words! And yeah, this was my first serious attempt at horror; I might've done some "horror" stories in the past but nothing like Paranoia.

I'd be down to spam those ? Pineapples, or watermelon?

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Welcome back, and yet another piece written to perfection by you.

Great continuation of the story! I look forward to more from you.

NOOOOOOOOO I owe you a Blue Sphere now!

They've been better, but they're not the worst c;