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- A Shoujo Fan to the end, I love any series that is romantic, yet tragic. Psychology is the College Major I'm going back to school for.
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- Columbus, Ga...or in the back of your Brain, whichever works.
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- Writing Fanfics/ Deep-meaning stories
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- Italian Restaraunt Prep Cook
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I'm just starting out here, and not really sure what to do, so here goes with a Tale I have:
Two kings of neighboring Realms were at a Party together. When the party was in full swing, one of the kings accidentally spilled a goblet of wine on himself. "Look at this! This is Chinese Silk! What do you plan to do about this?" The second king raged back, "That was your own fault! And that was a priceless Vintage Year, you Oaf!"
The First king slapped the second, and screamed, "You want to insult me? This means war!" And so the war began, and continued on for decades, until the Kings grew past their years and the Princes took the thrones. Their first day of battle came, and they met on the Field of Battle.
"What were we supposed to be fighting over again?" asked the Second Son. "My Dad spilled Wine on himself." replied the first. "I'm sorry my Dad had to be such a Boor." he continued. "Yeah, My Dad probably shouldn't have flipped like that either." agreed the second.
And so, on that day, the War ended, not with the clash of Swords and Roar of Cannons, but with the simple apologies of two men of reason.
Meaning: War is a method of Diplomacy, yet by far the least effective.
Two kings of neighboring Realms were at a Party together. When the party was in full swing, one of the kings accidentally spilled a goblet of wine on himself. "Look at this! This is Chinese Silk! What do you plan to do about this?" The second king raged back, "That was your own fault! And that was a priceless Vintage Year, you Oaf!"
The First king slapped the second, and screamed, "You want to insult me? This means war!" And so the war began, and continued on for decades, until the Kings grew past their years and the Princes took the thrones. Their first day of battle came, and they met on the Field of Battle.
"What were we supposed to be fighting over again?" asked the Second Son. "My Dad spilled Wine on himself." replied the first. "I'm sorry my Dad had to be such a Boor." he continued. "Yeah, My Dad probably shouldn't have flipped like that either." agreed the second.
And so, on that day, the War ended, not with the clash of Swords and Roar of Cannons, but with the simple apologies of two men of reason.
Meaning: War is a method of Diplomacy, yet by far the least effective.
Malkavian-Malthus