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So is this a sign of anxiety? It was suggested that posting an innocent chest pic was a good way to introduce myself and then I read the pic warning thread … guess I’m not as Daring as I thought
 
A reminder to get your ballots in for the most important election happening anywhere on earth. Please vote straight ticket, Bry1313, @Amanda330 and @vagrantx

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I am troubled by the term "straight ticket," all things considered. Are any of us really "straight," or is it more a sliding scale?

You should withdraw your name from consideration.


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This sounds like something someone says right before they reveal the prophecy.
How did you know? I mean…..seriously, how did you know?



In a land where shadows stretch and whisper tales of doom,
A prophecy was written in an ancient, sacred tomb.
Upon a scroll of parchment, with ink as dark as night,
The fate of all mankind was sealed, a testament to fright.

When the seventh moon has risen, and the sun's light turns to red,
A harbinger of sorrow shall awaken from the dead.
Mountains will crumble, and the seas will boil and steam,
The prophecy of doomsday shall unravel like a dream.

The first sign shall be thunder, rolling through the sky,
A voice of distant agony, a universal cry.
The earth will crack and shatter, releasing flames below,
A river of molten lava where cool waters used to flow.

The second sign, a famine, will sweep across the lands,
Crops will wither, livestock fall, no grain within our hands.
The mighty shall grow weaker, the humble shall despair,
As hunger gnaws the belly, and emptiness fills the air.

The third sign is a pestilence, a plague upon the breeze,
A sickness born of darkness, carried by the trees.
From village unto village, it spreads without a sound,
An unseen, deadly specter, laying waste to all it found.

The fourth sign, stars will vanish, swallowed by the night,
An endless void of darkness, devoid of guiding light.
Hope will fade to shadows, dreams shall turn to dust,
A world engulfed in blackness, consumed by fear and lust.

The fifth sign is a tempest, a storm of ice and fire,
Winds that howl with fury, lifting souls up higher.
Hailstones mixed with embers, a whirlwind of despair,
Nature’s wrath unbridled, tearing through the air.

The sixth sign is a silence, so deep it chills the bone,
A stillness that's unbroken, where once the wild things roamed.
No bird will sing at sunrise, no whisper in the night,
A quiet so unsettling, it fills the heart with fright.

The seventh and final sign, the heavens shall divide,
A rift across the firmament, a portal open wide.
From this breach, a darkness spills, a tide of endless woe,
The prophecy's fulfillment, the end of all we know.

But within this tale of terror, a spark of hope remains,
A whisper of redemption, a cure for all the pains.
For in the heart of mankind, a resilience doth reside,
A strength to face the darkness, with courage as their guide.

If unity prevails, and hearts remain as one,
The prophecy can alter, and a new dawn can be won.
Through trials and tribulations, mankind shall rise anew,
For in the face of doomsday, the human spirit grew.

So heed the ancient warning, let not despair take hold,
For within the dire prophecy, a brighter truth unfolds.
In unity and courage, in love that conquers fear,
The end is just a passage, to a dawn that's crystal clear.
 
How did you know? I mean…..seriously, how did you know?



In a land where shadows stretch and whisper tales of doom,
A prophecy was written in an ancient, sacred tomb.
Upon a scroll of parchment, with ink as dark as night,
The fate of all mankind was sealed, a testament to fright.

When the seventh moon has risen, and the sun's light turns to red,
A harbinger of sorrow shall awaken from the dead.
Mountains will crumble, and the seas will boil and steam,
The prophecy of doomsday shall unravel like a dream.

The first sign shall be thunder, rolling through the sky,
A voice of distant agony, a universal cry.
The earth will crack and shatter, releasing flames below,
A river of molten lava where cool waters used to flow.

The second sign, a famine, will sweep across the lands,
Crops will wither, livestock fall, no grain within our hands.
The mighty shall grow weaker, the humble shall despair,
As hunger gnaws the belly, and emptiness fills the air.

The third sign is a pestilence, a plague upon the breeze,
A sickness born of darkness, carried by the trees.
From village unto village, it spreads without a sound,
An unseen, deadly specter, laying waste to all it found.

The fourth sign, stars will vanish, swallowed by the night,
An endless void of darkness, devoid of guiding light.
Hope will fade to shadows, dreams shall turn to dust,
A world engulfed in blackness, consumed by fear and lust.

The fifth sign is a tempest, a storm of ice and fire,
Winds that howl with fury, lifting souls up higher.
Hailstones mixed with embers, a whirlwind of despair,
Nature’s wrath unbridled, tearing through the air.

The sixth sign is a silence, so deep it chills the bone,
A stillness that's unbroken, where once the wild things roamed.
No bird will sing at sunrise, no whisper in the night,
A quiet so unsettling, it fills the heart with fright.

The seventh and final sign, the heavens shall divide,
A rift across the firmament, a portal open wide.
From this breach, a darkness spills, a tide of endless woe,
The prophecy's fulfillment, the end of all we know.

But within this tale of terror, a spark of hope remains,
A whisper of redemption, a cure for all the pains.
For in the heart of mankind, a resilience doth reside,
A strength to face the darkness, with courage as their guide.

If unity prevails, and hearts remain as one,
The prophecy can alter, and a new dawn can be won.
Through trials and tribulations, mankind shall rise anew,
For in the face of doomsday, the human spirit grew.

So heed the ancient warning, let not despair take hold,
For within the dire prophecy, a brighter truth unfolds.
In unity and courage, in love that conquers fear,
The end is just a passage, to a dawn that's crystal clear.
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This sounds like something someone says right before they reveal the prophecy.

How did you know? I mean…..seriously, how did you know?



In a land where shadows stretch and whisper tales of doom,
A prophecy was written in an ancient, sacred tomb.
Upon a scroll of parchment, with ink as dark as night,
The fate of all mankind was sealed, a testament to fright.

When the seventh moon has risen, and the sun's light turns to red,
A harbinger of sorrow shall awaken from the dead.
Mountains will crumble, and the seas will boil and steam,
The prophecy of doomsday shall unravel like a dream.

The first sign shall be thunder, rolling through the sky,
A voice of distant agony, a universal cry.
The earth will crack and shatter, releasing flames below,
A river of molten lava where cool waters used to flow.

The second sign, a famine, will sweep across the lands,
Crops will wither, livestock fall, no grain within our hands.
The mighty shall grow weaker, the humble shall despair,
As hunger gnaws the belly, and emptiness fills the air.

The third sign is a pestilence, a plague upon the breeze,
A sickness born of darkness, carried by the trees.
From village unto village, it spreads without a sound,
An unseen, deadly specter, laying waste to all it found.

The fourth sign, stars will vanish, swallowed by the night,
An endless void of darkness, devoid of guiding light.
Hope will fade to shadows, dreams shall turn to dust,
A world engulfed in blackness, consumed by fear and lust.

The fifth sign is a tempest, a storm of ice and fire,
Winds that howl with fury, lifting souls up higher.
Hailstones mixed with embers, a whirlwind of despair,
Nature’s wrath unbridled, tearing through the air.

The sixth sign is a silence, so deep it chills the bone,
A stillness that's unbroken, where once the wild things roamed.
No bird will sing at sunrise, no whisper in the night,
A quiet so unsettling, it fills the heart with fright.

The seventh and final sign, the heavens shall divide,
A rift across the firmament, a portal open wide.
From this breach, a darkness spills, a tide of endless woe,
The prophecy's fulfillment, the end of all we know.

But within this tale of terror, a spark of hope remains,
A whisper of redemption, a cure for all the pains.
For in the heart of mankind, a resilience doth reside,
A strength to face the darkness, with courage as their guide.

If unity prevails, and hearts remain as one,
The prophecy can alter, and a new dawn can be won.
Through trials and tribulations, mankind shall rise anew,
For in the face of doomsday, the human spirit grew.

So heed the ancient warning, let not despair take hold,
For within the dire prophecy, a brighter truth unfolds.
In unity and courage, in love that conquers fear,
The end is just a passage, to a dawn that's crystal clear.

Nerds.
 
A reminder to get your ballots in for the most important election happening anywhere on earth. Please vote straight ticket, Bry1313, @Amanda330 and @vagrantx

This message was paid for by Bry1313 for all the S&S awards
And just why are you 😳 me @Indie ?

I’ve seen the aggressive counter campaign you and @OrdinaryPerson are running
 
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