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As I've felt threatened before in public, I found this cool chain which wraps around your wrist like a bracelet. But when unravelled it's a long, heavy chain easy to use for slightly ranged combat and meant for use as a weapon. So I hope I never have to use it, I've never had to defend myself against anybody, but even so it'll be good to know I have both my 9+ years of self defense training, American Ninja Warrior training, and a weapon. Always protect yourselves. And nobody will ever know it's a weapon because I wear chains, ripped jeans and buckles and stuff and the chain will literally blend in with everything I wear.

Good point! Thank you for that, and I will absolutely keep that in mind especially because for some reason I didn't think about that lol. sweatdrop I mainly thought like airports and stuff. Or basically any place with a metal detector would probably not be safe to bring it into. But that's ok since those places usually have lots of heavy protection.

K so an update. The a*****e, I'll reveal, was in Gaia Spirit Week and he had control over the After Party account. Now he's switched to taking the anger out on EVERYBODY by turning the After Party avatar into a skeleton and changing the week's theme to "I Quit". He is ignoring everybody's PMs from Spirit Week, he hasn't joined the discord server so we can't get a hold of him, and somebody entirely new now has to take the account and change the password so the a*****e can't get into it. He literally ruined the 10+-year tradition of the all-year-round after party for everyone just because something made him mad. I'm making a mistake in doing this, but I'm PMing him. Everybody from Spirit Week says it's not my fault, especially since many minor things people have done as of late have pissed him off. But now he's taking the anger out on everybody. b***h, this happened when I was in a guild years ago and it didn't go well. I learned from that how to handle something like this, and therefore I'm taking action and helping to rebalance the After Party and help it continue. ******** this dude. I'm not sure what his problem is, but he's just gone too far.

(So I've started the mass roleplay for my character, Hafgrim, and it's ******** epic!!!!! Time to make Haffy king!!!)



Yggdrasil’s frozen roots rose and entwined like a fortress around an icy throne within its center. Sitting upon it, Heimdallr gazed downward, smiling contentedly as, left lay Jotunheim with Jotunnar marching about, the land trembling with their every steps. Beside it, another world–Niflheim–with endless planes of snow and ice-forged mountains. Beside this, Hel sat upon her throne with deceased beings playing music beside her, others sharing poetry with one another, and scholars sharing knowledge with each other–Helheim. All nine realms could be seen vividly, and Heimdallr smiled at this.

However, upon gazing to Midgard, Heimdallr frowned. “You’re a fool for coming here,” he said. “Or to even leave Midgard in the first place.”

“I’m no fool. Just a man with determination.” Fritjof Borg walked out from behind the throne, spear drawn and its tip placed against Heimdallr’s heart as he snarled. “Even the Gods are destined to die someday. And when you do, whoever touches this throne gains control over all nine realms–becomes king over all.”

Heimdallr grasped the spear tip tightly in one hand, forcing the weapon backward as his other hand reached for the sword against his side. “Only the damned lust for such power.”

Fritjof’s eyes narrowed. Pulling his spear away he clashed against Heimdallr’s blade and through its metal, cutting the weapon clean in half. With no defense, he charged forth toward the god and rammed the spear clean through his heart, then thrust him off the throne. With a content grin, Fritjof walked forth toward the throne, removed his spear from Heimdallr’s corpse, and sat upon it.

The nine realms lay open before the tyrant. Fritjof’s eyes filled themselves with the sight of trillions of lives, endless miles of different lands, and he nodded. Closing his eyes he channeled the Bifrost and opened its path to all.

“Follow me,” he called. “Your new king arises, and together we shall conquer realities, and all who serve me will earn eternal glory beneath my name, living forever as my immortal heroes. Come now, and meet your maker.”

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Hafgrim shivered, paralyzed before the gardens behind his house while he gazed to the sky, the large rainbow stretching beyond the very horizon. “Fenris,” he said, merely a whisper.

Fenris howled toward the Bifrost. “Heimdallr is dead,” he announced. “I feel his presence gone. Somebody new sits upon the throne, and I think you know him well…”

“Fritjof’s army is rising…” Hafgrim turned toward his wolf and sighed. “He’s going to destroy all the realms and every life within them…”

I'm seeing so much stuff about cats on the internet today and it's making me so happy!!!

My friend, Quinn, sent me an entire soliloquy from Hamlet and I instantly knew which one it was (the famous To Be Or Not To Be one) but they forgot the last few lines about Hamlet cursing out Ophelia. So I quoted that last part and Quinn screamed, "HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS?!"

Child. My friend. Pal. I've dedicated my life to Shakespeare and Tolkien and I own an entire leatherbound collection of Shakespeare's every work ever made and I've studied his works and read many and I have helped people survive high school by helping them understand Shakespeare because apparently it's hard to comprehend but I find it so simple and SHAKESPEARE IS A GIFT AND SOMEDAY I HOPE TO SEE HIS GRAVE AND LEAVE OFFERINGS BECAUSE HE'S THE REASON I'M A POET!!!!!!

So Bjorg and his forces were sent out to stalk and collect information on Hafgrim and his allies. He's going to use this information against Fritjof and give him false info, then use the things he picked up to aid Hafgrim ultimately giving him and his allies the upper hand while hindering Fritjof's army.

I've decided, too, that once Hafgrim takes the throne of Yggdrasil, he and his friends who help will take on the title, in Icelandic, "Children of Heimdallr" in Heimdallr's honor.

Update: It'd be "Heimdalbörn"