Ok. Thanks.

I see.

Well, I'm playing World of Tanks Blitz right now. Much easier to play, because one, you have actually have impactful speed values, two, you have armour, 3, you have shell types, 4, you can easily get premium and collector tanks (tanks that are not available to everyone) thruogh events, which are based on a number of victories, masteries (Where you earn more experince - xp - than a certain percentage of the player base in a certain tank) - these events are up like every month, and sometimes it's like, 50 victories, get a collector tank, other times it's based on masteries -, and then, you have good graphics, more maps, concealment mechanics, and, before I get carried away, I'll say it's a all round good game that is mostly free to play

What on earth do you mean?

Tell all! Also, the helpers seem all to have gotten some new roles. Is this to replace the newspaper roles?

What! Why?

Thanks! I'll change it!

Venerable, can you explain why you are no longer a newspaper reporter?

4 parts in one day..... Have I been spamming?

Welcome to the 7th part of The End of The World series! This part is where this series ends and where another one begins as a continuation. In this part, we see what happened to the Davisons. Now, let us get into it! What happened to the Davisons, as recounted by Lady Davison: "We went to bed that night, thinking all was normal. It wasn't. At some point during the night, we were both awakened by, of all things, a Lion! He was quite hazy at first, but we could see him clearer soon enough. We first awakened as a result of being gently touched by this Lion's paw. It was an unreal otherworldly feeling, as the paw felt as if it was of the finest Savile Row velvet. It was soft, warm, and comforting, and felt as if it was something else; truly otherworldly. We were not scared; the Lion's touch and manner soothed us much." "We did get quite a shock when he spoke to us, all of a sudden, but our noise did not wake the servants. It was as if we were in another room than our own, since the servants were not disturbed at any point during our encounter. Whenever he spoke - for he spoke much during our encounter - his voice was most comforting, rich, soothing, and as velvety in all ways as his paws. My husband, being a male, asked him how he got in, to which the Lion replied, again in that most gorgeous of voices, "By magic.", to which the response was, from my husband, "That must be it. How else would all this be occurring?". "Indeed", said the Lion. Not only was his voice unlike any other on Earth in richness, smoothness, and whatnot, but he spoke most aristocratically, at the level of a king, if not higher." "We talked for a little while, and learnt that the Lion's name was - and is; he is still alive at the time of writing - Aslan, that he came from a land of wealth, magic, love, and prosperity called Narnia, and that we were been taken there now. Upon learning the lattermost fact, I responded, "But, Aslan, we are not moving. How can it be that we are travelling to Narnia at this moment if we are not moving?", which gained the response, "We are moving, this room is our transport, but one cannot know that we are moving, for it is not noticeable. I know that we are moving, for I am causing us to move. But, how can you know that we are moving, if you are not in the know? Of course, there is no way you can know, except by me telling you, which I am."" And we shall stop there. It will be continued next time, in my follow-up series, 'Welcome to Narnia!'. Until then, good day, dear friends!

And yes, the 7th part will be posted in minutes!

Welcome to the 6th part of the End of The World series. This part is where the title of this series begins to come into being. Sort of. You'll see. By the way, you may notice that there is no longer the customary mysterious bit - enclosed in quotation marks - just under the introduction, is not here. That is because it will continue in the next part. We continue from where we left off last time. Anyway, the introduction is long complete, so, begin! It is 7 o'clock in the morning, and a new day for Davison Hall. The Davisons are due to wake presently. They don't. The servants, being good servants, gave their masters some little grace, and think nothing of this slight abnormality, thinking their masters must be tired. After half an hour, the servants start to think about this occurrence, for their masters have not awakened yet, and their masters rarely oversleep. By the time it was 8 o'clock, the Head Butler, an English speaking German called by his surname, Von Hoffman, decided to take things into his own hands. He did this since he knew that, by now, at 8 o'clock, there was a fair chance that something had happened to the Davisons, since they almost never slept in this late. He made his way to the Davisons' room, and knocked on the door. He waited for a few minutes and then proceeded to open the door. It was certainly good fortune that Von Hoffman was the one that opened the door, and that there were no other servants within earshot. Why? Because any other servant might have caused a scandal. For the Davisons were absent from the room. "Mein Gott!"* said Von Hoffman, under his breath, using his native tongue, for that is what one does when something shocks them so much that they forget about what language they are using. This is what Von Hoffman would later recount as having seen at that moment: " The bed was neatly made, nothing at all was disturbed, why, I did not react until my eyes finally saw the flatness of the bed. The windows weren't open, even on close inspection by myself, nothing had been taken from the safe, all her Ladyship's jewellery was still in attendance, and closer inspection of every inch of the room revealed no disturbance whatsoever, except the disturbance which was the absence of his Lordship and her Ladyship." Von Hoffman proceeded to make a thorough inspection of the room, and found no signs of disturbance except that which was obvious - the absence of the Davisons. The inspection took all of half an hour - probably more - and, as has been already indicated, yielded nothing at all beyond what was already known. Yes, things are starting to get interesting. In the next part, things will get as interesting as an action comic. The next part will be coming soon. Until then, goodbye, dear friends! *German for, "My God!"

What is all this post moving, @At_Shin?

Sorry about the length of this one, but it had to be this way.

Welcome to the 5th part of the End of The World series. This one is short, but quite interesting. We continue from where we left off last time in the 4th part of the series, with the words "I say 'was' because...." Excerpt from a diary, author unknown. "I say 'was' because we are no.... Again! The thing has happened again! The text has stopped! It was there when I wrote it, all those years ago! I am guilty of procrastination! I must talk with As.... Again! It happens again! I shall go at once!" The events surrounding the gathering of the 43 beings in the last part, continued: "... As the leader of gathering continued in his muttering and murmuring, things were indeed happening. A scroll slowly appeared, seeming to assemble itself tiny bit by tiny bit from the mere air surrounding it - it was floating about a foot off the ground all the while. Once it had fully formed, it continued to float in the air, and started opening by itself, with no help from any of the beings on the ground below, except the leader of the beings (whose identity I cannot reveal, otherwise it will get rubbed out by that annoying magic), who was in some way truly magical - such was obvious by this point - to reveal to script known to none but the leader, or reasons that will be eventually revealed, who was still muttering and murmuring at this point. The scroll closed presently, and disassembled itself into what it assembled itself from, which was, to all appearances, mere air. All eyes were on the scroll, and interest waned quickly to none as the scroll faded into the air. After this most curious ceremony, or whatever it was, the leader spoke. "Come", said he." Back to Davison Hall. It is the same day, but a different time, and the gift-giving to the servants is long over. Dinner has been and gone, and supper has just left the room, what's left of it, at least. The Davisons are in the process of retiring for the night. With good nights said, they finally go to bed, at 9 o'clock. Tonight is special, however, and the Davisons know that not. For tonight will be the Davisons last. Well, not quite... You see, the Davisons will have some lives about them, as will prove to be true soon. The reader's first thoughts are almost certainly coming death for the Davisons. But, sorry to disappoint, but that is not exactly what is going to happen, as will soon be shown. In fact, something much more interesting than death will happen to the Davisons. It might be much better described as... "life". And we shall end there. Part 6 will be posted in a matter of minutes.

Congrats on getting your new roles Venerable!

I am sorry for the long wait, but it couldn't be helped. All the other pieces have been written up to part 7 and the starting part of a follow up series. These parts will be posted soon.

Gosh, it has been a long time, has it not? I stopped visiting the forum when I learned that I could no longer post in the AWS (for those of you who are new, the precursor to this sub forum was the Amatuer Writing Section - AWS), and learned only today of its revival. But, anyway, welcome to part 4 of my series! Now, read! In an unknown place, and at an unknown time, 43 beings have gathered in the open air. "One of the beings, who was obviously the leader, as will be shown soon, calls for the attention of the others gathered around him. The noise to which he designated said task clearly came from him and was not of human speech. Such was the silence that followed that one could hear the flapping of wings high overhead, and the digging of various animals in the numerous underworlds below. The silence was suddenly broken by the leader of the beings, who we shall now refer to as 'the leader', from whom a murmuring and muttering now ensued, increasing slowly in volume and audibility as the speech continued. But, to the other 42 beings that were gathered there that day, the leader's words were devoid of any relation to any of the languages on earth that are alive today. Even more stranger was the fact that not only did the leader's words sound magical, but they were also magical, judging by what was happening as the words came out of the leader's mouth and by what I, Queen... Something happened here. Whatever it was, my dairy was damaged by something or someone. The damage is irreparable; I've tried everything... Hmm... There's something I haven't tried... Yes..." It is now 10 o'clock at the Davison Hall, and the guests have been coming in every few minutes or so. All of those invited have arrived, and the conversational ball of 40 minutes ago has burst, unleashing many smaller conversational balls, and everyone has moved into the main hall, where lavish - to the humans of the 21st century at least - refreshments now adorn a beautiful acacia table and the customary silver platters held by servants, who move about the main hall, avoiding obstacles as they went, yet all with the grace of a ballet dancer. There isn't that much to tell about Lord Charles Davison's birthday that won't secretly bore you quickly to the point of abandoning this narrative for good, so I think that, for good of you, good sir or madam, we shall gloss over Lord Davison's birthday and travel through time to the day of the end of the world for Lord and Lady Davison. The time changes once again. It is now a new day in Davison Hall, and Lord Davison's alarm clock is about to ring. It is set to 7 o'clock, the customary waking time for him. His Lordship is presently and quite suddenly awakened from his fitful slumber by the ringing of the alarm clock, which he forces himself to get up to. He goes down to the dining room and eats his customary pre-prepared breakfast. Shortly after finishing it, he thanks his chiefs for the breakfast and then decides to walk Gerald, the Davisons' dog, on the moor. He leaves a note for his wife as to where he is going, what he is doing, and when he will get back. An hour later, the watchful eyes of Lady Eleanor Davison, who is now completely ready for the day ahead and sitting in the sun parlour, waiting for her husband and also enjoying the scenery of the moor, are somewhat slightly relieved to see her husband surmount the crest of the depression that backed onto Davison Hall. Accordingly, she gets up from her seat and goes outside to meet him and Gerald. After having undertaken their customary rounds of the house, inside and out, for the purposes of something to do, they had morning tea in the sun parlour at 10 o'clock. After morning tea, at around 11 o'clock, they went outside to the main entrance of the house, for they were about to pay a visit to the post office in their local village of Tavistock. They were in their normal clothes. Lord Davison was in a black morning coat and dress pants, polished black shoes, silver cravat, black top hat, and had in hand his favourite gold-topped polished black veneer cane. His wife, Lady Eleanor Davison, was attired in a humble white cotton dress, and a pair of blue shoes of the customary type for that period. Their mode of transport soon appeared on a separate gravel path that connected onto the main driveway, went a quarter of the way around Davison Hall, and then veered off on a straight course - hidden from view both from the house and the entirety of the driveway including the main entrance gate to Davison Hall - to the building where the horses and coaches were housed and looked after. Lord and Lady settled themselves inside the coach, and presently, the coach set off on its journey to the post office in Tavistock, followed by a number of other coaches, for reasons which are soon to be made known. An hour - for horses are a very slow method of transport when attached to a coach - later, they arrived at their destination, the village post office. There, they collected a mountain of presents wrapped in brown paper, the customary wrapping of the time. They, with the help of the coachmen of their coach and the others that had followed, proceeded to load all of the coaches but their own with presents. And many presents were there. The number would, if revealed at this point in the story, be ill-timed, so we shall leave it for a bit later. Once all the loading had finished, they set off back to Davison Hall presents and all. At noon, that is, 12 o'clock, the line of coaches finally stopped in semi-circular array at the main entrance of the house. Unloading of the presents started at once, helped by coachmen and Lord and Lady alike, until, by half-past, the coaches were emptied of their loads of merriment. In went the presents, through the vestibule, past the spiral staircase that offered a lavish way of passage to the second floor, past the reception room, and into the grandiose living room. There, they were organized into a number of stacks, so as to be efficient with space. The main entrance's doorman was busy calling his fellow servants from their activities; he had been instructed to by Lady Eleanor upon her entry into the main vestibule. The coachmen were already well on their way to their quarters, where they were to put away the horses and coaches, and then, with their fellow coachmen, come back to Davison Hall. Those in the servants wing of the house were also informed. All of these servants came to the sitting room, where the presents were, along with their masters, Lord and Lady Davison. Of course, they didn't come all at the same time; some were quite far away, others had important activities that needed to be attended to first, such as the settling of the horses that had served as transport for the presents, and some things couldn't be left unfinished. But, by 1 o'clock in the afternoon, all the servants in the employ of the Davisons were standing in together in the sitting room on the ground floor. After a request for the servants to sit by Lady Eleanor, Lord Davison and Lady Eleanor, still standing, both said a few words of thanks to the servants gathered there, and then proceeded to hand out one present to each servant. Each present was addressed to a specific individual, and all of the servants got a present, such was the generosity of Lord Charles Davison. Inside each present, there was a complete outfit for daily wear when not at work, and a bottle of wine to enjoy at home. The outfits - for all the servants go these presents - changed every year, so that the servants could build up a wardrobe. Attached to each present was an envelope containing two letters, one written personally by Lord Davison, and the other personally written by Lady Eleanor. Every servant got two letters addressed to them. Such was the generosity of the Davisons. I say 'was' because.... And we will stop there. This series will be continued. This part was a bit weird, granted, but it was important to understanding the parts to come.

Yep

What do you mean you don't have any way to write? This forum is a way to write. So is google docs, or, if you prefer, microsoft word. Grammarly is a great way to write with its own version of google docs. So, what do you mean?

Great story @Lose! Love the plot. All I might recommend is doing some sort of continuation, perhaps where jack comes back to life, whether shadow or not shadow, and gains control of his normal self again whilst also defeating the shadow, perhaps including a magical world or something somewhere in the mix, if see where I might be going?

I did actually base the story's locations off google maps, you see.

Thank you. You will see soon enough that my choice of the word 'beings' is justified, as it implies something more than mere humans. Also, it keeps you in suspense. Thank you, @Lose

I have just posted part 3 of the series, and it is over 1000 words long, with 6+ images.

At an unknown time and place, three beings are having a conversation. 'Isn't the news just wonderful?', said one being. There was a murmur of agreement from the other two. 'Do you think they're going to make a national holiday out of the fulfilling of the prophecy and the days leading up and directly following said fulfilment?', asked another being. 'Probably', said the other two. 'One would think you're twins! You respond to questions as if you were both thinking the same thing!', exclaimed the oldest being. There followed a bout of laughter from the two other beings, followed shortly after by a new addition to the conversation. 'You never know, seeing as my cousin and I's family history is very vague. We don't even know the identities of our parents', said one of the younger beings. 'So you have told me', said the older of the beings, whose voice could not help but reveal disinterest in the subject, since he was the sort of person who does not want to consume information that is already known. Back to that glorious green desert - unique in that it contains numerous buildings, all spread sporadically over the expansive landscape - that is Dartmoor. More specifically, back to Davison hall, and to a new time: 9:20 am, the day of Lord Charles Davison's birthday. Lord Davison continued up the flamboyantly decorated vestibulefn1 and pushed open the mahogany gold gilt doors that served as the entrance to the rest of the first floor of the right-wingfn2 of Davison Hall. He then walked - and, it must, of course, be noted talked - his way over to his bedroom, noticing that his wife, Lady Eleanor Davison, was nowhere to be seen. Upon seeing a servant, he asked where her Ladyship might be. 'I do not know, your Lordship', the servant replied. 'Good morning James', was the farewell given. Upon getting to his bedroom, Lord Davison spent the next half-an-hour or so getting ready for his birthday party. At 10:05 am, or thereabouts, he came out of his bedroom and made his way to the conservatoryfn3. Just after getting into the conservatory, his wife, Lady Eleanor Davison, came into the room. Lady Eleanor was dressed in an ivory and gold silken dress, matching ivory opera gloves, a pair of ivory shoes, and a red velvet jacket. They exchanged greetings and conversation, and then she plopped down on the sofa nearest to him, and they both relaxed for a few minutes. They then made their way to the front entrance of the Hall, in preparation for greeting the birthday's attendees. At 10:20 am, the first broughamfn4 came into view. Once the driver had halted at the front steps, there alighted from the hansom a man and a woman. The man, who was to use his full title, His Grace The Duke of Bedford, Marquess of Tavistock, Colonel Herbrand Russell, was in his 60s. Tavistock was a small town that was situated a few kilometres away from the western border of Dartmoor and was the nearest town to Davison Hall, whilst Bedford was a town quite far above London. The Duke was dressed in military full dress uniform, which was comprised of a tight-fitting bright red coatee with gold epaulettes and a golden high neck collar and gold accents, black pants with two red stripes, a flamboyant black beaver hat with gold accents and chinstrap, white gloves, a red satin masquerade mask, black, mirror-polished dress shoes, with a ceremonial sword and scabbard hanging by his side. His wife, Her Grace the Duchess of Bedford, Marchioness of Tavistock, Mary Russell, was in her 50s and was a remarkable woman, who would later learn that Japanese martial art, jujutsu, and who would also become a record-breaking aviator. But, back to the story. The Duchess was dressed in a black lace dress with a high necked collar and long sleeves, a pair of black satin opera gloves, a black lace masquerade mask, a flamboyant black hat with plumes of black feathers, and a pair of black shoes. Attached to her dress and her dress' sleeves were two separate - one on each side - pieces of black fabric. When she opened her arms wide, she would appear to have strange, bat-like wings. At this, the Davisons's were surprised, as opening one's arms wide when one was of the upper class was unheard of, although it sometimes did happen when one got very emotional and embraced another. But then, why the pieces of fabric? There was only one answer. A performance. That night. At Lord Davison's party. All this flashed through Lord and Lady Davison's minds in a matter of seconds, such do our minds work. Both of the Davisons knew that the Duchess was a well-known opera singer on the London stage, so the conclusion of there being a performance at the party that night was well justified. The two couples exchanged greetings and conversation, Lady Eleanor inviting them out of the cold evening air and into the house as the couples talked. They walked up the main steps, the visiting couple congratulating Lord Davison on the decorations and the marvellous signs that adorned the front gate of the driveway and the roof of the main entrance to the Hall. Lord Davison replied, 'They were my wife's doing', at which the visiting couple congratulated Lady Eleanor. The conversation veered off onto other paths after that - politics, art, the general state of affairs in Britain and beyond, etc., were all topics that graced the stage of that conversational ball. They passed through the vestibule and made their way to the sitting room, where they continued their conversation.