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To Heaven Through Hell. IG: ihavenoname0145 Discord: MansonFD7#9148
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MansonFD72mthCommentedKinda like that tutorial segments of every video games where everything paused, until you press any button to continue.
The mark on my left hand started glowing with a purple glow as time around me stopped and I heard Ardelean asking me ["Which combat style and weapons do you prefer host~. Close combat using claws and fists? Melle combat using swords and other hand weapons? Or maybe you want to have some distance using tentacles and guns?"]- MansonFD72mthCommented
Them:
The rest were just looking in fear as their friends were dying like worms. - MansonFD72mthCommented["HEHEHEHE YES, AT LEAST I FEED"] screamed Ardelean in excitement as I teleported in front of the two thugs and my demonic snake tentacles ripped and devoured their hearts seconds later tearing their heads out of their bodies.
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So does that mean, the storm is the only one who'll choose who's gonna be the chosen one, even though the chosen one wasn't as ready as you'd think?
Grandfather's eyes deepened with the weight of untold stories. "They must brave the storm, my child. On their path, they will encounter shadows of the past and lights of truths yet to be revealed. The storm tests, challenges, and ultimately reveals the heart of the chosen." - MansonFD72mthCommentedIn the heart of Frostvale, as the snowstorm swirled with renewed vigor, Alex stood at the threshold of his cottage, peering into the white abyss.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedCh 1 The Enchanted Puzzle Box
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It seems like Alex had to finish what his Grandfather left unfinished for this.
"Your grandfather was a keeper of forgotten secrets, lost to the world but preserved through his journeys. These tales you heard as a child, dismissed as mere fables, were fragments of a deeper truth he sought to protect. " - MansonFD72mthCommented
Reminded me of Jumanji/Zathura.
The puzzle box, he soon realized, was far more than a mere keepsake; it was a portal to unseen dimensions, a bridge to experiences that transcended the ordinary. - MansonFD72mthCommentedEach segment was a conundrum, each latching on to a silent whisper from the past. Time dissolved into irrelevance as he navigated this labyrinthine heirloom, his mind adrift in a sea of riddles.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedThis dwelling now serves as a sanctuary for myriad arcane artifacts and relics. Among them, a peculiar puzzle box left behind by his ancestor beckoned with a strange allure.
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Continuous argument between parents does could harm the children's mentality for the future. Like, that's been proven by many scientists and experts if you search up for it.
He vividly recalled his parents arguing with his grandfather over these twisted tales of Yule Land, the dark king, his executioner Krambus, and the wicked plum fairy tormenting the Nutcracker. - MansonFD72mthCommented
I love if his Grandfather told the different kind of Christmas's stories, which far from the usual story books.
His home was a modest, cozy cottage, once the haven of his late grandfather, a man with a peculiar love for Christmas. Alex often remembered his grandfather's unusual Christmas stories, starkly different from those in books. - MansonFD72mthCommentedUnlike the bustling cities, here in Frostvale, Christmas was a serene, introspective occasion, marked by the soft whisper of the wind and the cozy warmth of fireplaces. It was in this tranquil setting that the young hero Alex Thompson will discover his true path.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedAs the first snowflake settled, it whispered the secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold. In the secluded hamlet of Frostvale, a world cloaked in the eternal embrace of winter, the air was crisp and filled with the quiet anticipation of Christmas.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedCh -1 Mystical Chronicler : Veritas Aeterna
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I love how you'd adapting the old English technique in writing to make it sounded dramatic. But remained easy to understand.
The chronicles of which I speak are not mere fabrications but are as real as the frost that bites at your windowpane, as tangible as the warmth of a fire that fights the winter's chill. They tell of Alex Thompson, a young soul caught on the web of destiny, chosen by forces beyond his comprehension to embark on a quest that is as perilous as it is pivotal. - MansonFD72mthCommentedThe quill in my hand is more than a tool; it is a key to the realms of magic and mystery. As I write, I unlock the secrets that have been guarded for ages by the wise and the wicked. Within these words lies an invitation to journey through the pages of a saga that transcends the boundary between legend and reality.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedEntrusted with the sacred duty to unveil the obscured narratives of existence, I find myself at the crossroads of time, chronicling the saga that unfolds within the enigmatic domain of Yuletide Haven and beyond.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedChristine and I exchanged a look, a silent message passing between us. She closed her mouth with her right hand as a smirk spread across her face, her gaze locked on the blushing Axel.
- MansonFD72mthCommentedWe shared a knowing look and burst into laughter. Christine was the exception, as she responded with a pout and a scowl.