Gaelin and the other lord split the conquered peninsula in two ruled with them peacefully allowing both flourish. Gaelin found his happiness in the lord's daughter Princess Aunleia. For many years they knew love and happiness until Aunleia was succumbed by a great disease that ate the essence of her lifeforce. In an act of desperation Lord Gaelin flung himself depression taking all his wealth and supplies in find a cure and save his love. He destroyed his kingdom and was finally stopped by the Great Lord that allied with him. Gaelin denounced his empire leaving it to the Great Lord. He apologized to his people and banished himself until he could find the answer to his loves sickness.

And in the wake of his departure he left his homeland that he himself had helped forged in the hope that in a far off kingdom overcome by a mystical fog that he may find his answers…or the power to take the lifeforce of others to bring back his love.

Lord Gaelin
(Armor)Fluted Armor set
(Right Hand)Longsword and its variations
(Left Hand)Kite shield
(Ranged) Compound Short Bow

Diablo a Dex Demon with his Twin Brother Death a Faith Demon are BPs in the Land of Boletaria. They had a "special" relationship with False Idol and her doppelgangers. (fun times let me tell you) We were demoted from full demons to Invading BPs when the Old One awoke and found his once loyal concubine(s) laying with Diablo and Death. We were banished and sentenced to eternal invasions for our actions.

Very few people know that we are Maneater's real father.

Name: Orochi Yakamoto
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Armor: Assassin's Mask, Shaman's Clothes, Venerable Sage's Gloves, Venerable Sage's Boots
Weapons: Crescent Uchikatana, Lave Bow, ToB, Spiked Shield
Rings: Fragrent Ring, Eternal Warrior's Ring
Spell/Miracles: Warding, Death Cloud, Soul Thirst, Cure, Heal

My name is Orochi, in my path across Boletaria, a trail of blood and bodies follows me. I cannot hide my desire for death, nor my desire for power. I have trained under the ways of Satsuki and Biorr, and mastered the arts of Frake, Urbain, and Yuria. I have slain countless demons to get to here, any i no longer know who I am anymore… let me start from the begining.

My family was simple. My wife and I were farm folk and our only child ocassionaly helped us in the feilds. It was the good life. As a provider for the family, i worked mostly as a blacksmith for the travelers who came by. One day we gained word of a cursed fog sweeping over the land of Boletaria, a land East of our hometown. The army of Boletaria became desperate and began recuriting soliders for war. Instead of a warrior, i was a blacksmith in the army. As payment for my service my family was given a large amount of gold. The said i was the greatest smith any had seen for years.

As the days went by, i came across a young boy, about the age of 14 or so. I asked his name and he said he went by Chris, he was followed by a man named Biorr. I assume this was his mentor of some kind. After the days went by i became quiet fond of Chris, he reminded me of my boy. We became some of the best of friends, but eventually, he and Biorr left for the fog, and i again was alone.

One night, a raid began on our camp. Hundred of demons lead by Three-eyed demon charged the camp, killing most and dragging away many others. I grabbed a katana dropped by dead soilder and ran. I ran as fast as i could to the East. i wanted to go home. i wanted to see my wife beautiful smile again. by the time i reached my village, ihad come to a pile a smoke and rubble. The demon's had already been here. I found my home and inside, the bodies of my loved ones. As i fell to my knees and wept, a blunt object hit my head and i fell unconsous.

I awoke to a Dungeon and across from my cell was a man i recognised, Biorr. Chris wasn't with him. We chatted there for hours about many things. The world, our pasts, our futures. The guard kept a close eye one us as well as a boy going by the name Molly. The poor child was going insane from the guard's watchful eyes. Days later, the guard, who i later learned was named Miralda. lead me outside to a cart. I had no idea where i was going, and they knocked me out.

when i came to, i was in a new cell, high in a tower. in my cell was another man by the name of Frake. the man was a magician and a masterful one at that. After a period of time, he ofered to teach me his skills and gave me a strange tree-shaped item with which to cast my spells. After countless days of training, i had been brought back to the world of the first dungeon, only to be placed inder watch of Miralda. Biorr was gone and Molly was still there. After days of watching Miralda sing, Molly broke free and killed her. I didn't questio his actions, but instead used this oportunity to escape my self. I began running down a road between 2 castles and picked up a strange spiked shield, which i used to defend my self. Half way down the road, a dragon came forth and burned me to dust.

I awoke in the nexus, where i spent time again as a smith working for Demon Slayers. Eventually i forged myself a Katana and a bow and took to arms against the demons. I traveld through the mines of Stonefang and found a blacksmith named Ed, who i assisted in works. After about a month under him, i left. As a goodbye present, Ed enhanced my Katana and Bow with magical powers. I was grateful.

The souls i got from the mines were infused into my soul thanks to the maiden there. I began to see the world diferently now and my skills against the demons improved. After many souls, i had cleaned the mines of all creatures and dismantled the inside of Latria's tower. At a shire, i met a man by the name Satsuki, who taught me skills in return for my service to obtain a sword with him. We found the sword Makoto, and with it, a man by the name Urbain. Satsuki grabed Matoko, as became possessed, attacking Urbain. I made short work of Satsuki, and as a reward, Urbain, began teaching me miracles to fight the demons. Soon, i had slain the monsters on the shrine and purged the demons of the vallies.

Today, i stand at the gates of the Boletarian Palace. I know not what lies on the other side nor if i will return. All i know is that whatever laid beyond this fog would die, and that i would become stronger. After these years, i have come to realize i have lost my sanity as a farming blacksmith, and i was a blood thirsty demon slayer. I decided that i would find the Old One, and claim his soul. I would become the king of demons.

Satsuki, his name alone makes my blood boil and my heart ache. To think he and I were best friends before this accursed fog swept over the land. He is no friend, he is simply a fool wandering the land for a forgotten treasure. To think he would go as far as to attack his own friend to get it.

I tried to stop him. I tried to stop him from leaving our village for a sword. But he claimed it real and that he could use it to slay the demons. I said he could do better by staying to protect the village, and what's the man do? He says I insult his family and attacks me, cutting out my right eye. It's all i have to remember him by. Before he left, he stayed to defend the village from a night-raid of demons, to which he let them nearly kill me and my friend Yuria. Yuria's magic saved me, but Satsuki then accused her of witchcraft. It was true, but he was her friend. But then again, he was a fool. the next day, Yuria left without a word.

I left the village after the fog came and killed everybody. My family and friends were gone, and i blamed satsuki for it. I swore an oath to kill him, to make him suffer. I traveled the lands and gained the skills of many great warriors i came across. One fateful day, i met two people by the names of Garl and Astraea. They claimed that they were heading to Boletaria to cleanse the evil there. They gave me food and shelter for the few days I traveled with them. After telling them my story, they agreed that i should slay Satsuki. As a gift, Garl gave me a set of armor and a sword. I later sold my old clothes and dawned the Dark Silver Armor and Blue Blood Sword. Astraea gave to me a strange talisman and a coronet for my head. These people i would never forget, nor would I ever forgive myself for their deaths by my hands.

Eventually, i got a lead of Satsuki. He had left for Boletaria and i folloew his trail, but when a reached the fog hi trail was cold. I entered the fog, not know what lay before me, and not knowing that behind the fog lay the Vanguard of this realm, to which my world ended. I awoke to the sound of chanting and was in the Nexus. I asked around to see if any1 had seen Satsuki, but nothing was known. Later i heard men talking of a Witch in a tower of Boletaria's castles, and being a half-mage, i decided i could use some witchcraft on my hands. I soon found out that this Witch was Yuria and saving her became my top priority. I saved her and we fell in love. I have never let her come to harms way again.

Though the Old One now rests and Allant, Astraea and Garl lay slain at my feet, i've still one last war to win. Kill Satsuki. I am now in the Shire of Storms, searching for his face and promising to myself that his and his family sword will lay broken on the ground. This I swear!

Sage Parke, now lacking of fundamental human emotion, could judge his situation dispassionately. "I am under control", he blurted… "I am stronger", he uttered to himself; at once, with a gesture of the utmost insipidity his attention was ensnared at the sight of a quaint demon slayer entering the same room as he. The man mockingly danced into the room… "had he been watching the opening of Kung-fu Hustle before this endeavor???", Sage Parke pondered. At 10 meters they met with a chilling gaze… seconds passed and the quaint man ran combatively towards the Sage. In place, Sage Parke raised his hand with about the same blandness as before and aroused five blindingly glowing orbs to his delineation. The quaint man's eyes mirrored with the high blue light of the swooping and concise orbs as they pierced his bosom and he fell to his death not 6 meters from the Sage; an ipod skated out of the now lifeless demon slayer's armor across the floor of the throne room blasting "My Humps", by Fergie. Sage Parke trampled it upon his march back to the archstone.

TO BE CONTINUED….

You know…an RP thread sounds like a pretty good idea. Or we could just make a Character Map; think of ways that everybody's characters can have history with each other, etc.

You never know, if an RP thread starts up, you might even hear how the backstory turns into the story of Count Zero's travels in Boletaria.

But wait, gentle reader, before you judge me by my hatred, hear my tale….

In the far north, a country of plenty for those who know the ways of the land, and a place of wide open spaces for Wanderers to roam, lies a small town. It's Lord, my father, was a wise and gentle ruler, beloved of his people and just, while firm, when roused to anger. Into his town came a man from the wide plains, calling himself Scirvir and seeking a place to settle awhile. The ways of our people are open, and he was welcomed for the news he could bring of the wider world. His clever tongue and way with words brought him to the attention of my father, Count Ruben, who would often call on Scirvir to hear his tales of the wider world.

When small items began to disappear from the houses of our folk, herbs and spices and such, nobody paid much mind, but eventually a pattern emerged that where Scirvir went, so did misfortune and loss. Rumours and gossip began around the town, causing anger and resentment among our people, turning brother against brother, husband against wife, and Scirvir was never far away.

My father had loved the tales of Scirvir, hungrily devouring story after story - I fear he listened to these tales and saw something of his younger self, the wanderer he had been before he had taken on the responsibility of leading our town, our people. Scirvir had gained his trust, and it was only then that he struck.

In the dead of the darkest winter night, Scirvir made his way into our home, cloaking himself with magic. Unbeknownst to him, I had myself been up to the mischief of a small boy that night, and was awake and prowling the house when he arrived, having climbed back into the house by a small window in a back room downstairs. I had always been blessed with the very sharpest of sight, and although I could not recognise the man through his magic, I followed as quietly as I could as he searched the house, taking small items of value. He entered the rooms of my parents, and that was when my world changed forever.

There was the sound of the rush of flames from behind the door, the light of the fire bursting through the cracks around the door's edge, a short series of cries and then silence. I confess that in my fear, and in my realisation of the terrible act that was being performed, I did not run to their aid but hid instead. I can only claim in my defence that I was but a young child of ten of our years. That said, I could not leave, as I had to know who it was that had murdered my family.

From my hiding place, I saw Scirvir open the door to my room, dropping his magical cloaking. I heard his voice, quietly taunting the boy he thought lay sleeping within - "Hey boy", he said lightly, " you thought you were to be a Count, but all you will be is some corpse. Count of Nothing, of No-one, of Zero - join your parents in eternal sleep." He laughed a low, throaty chuckle, the laughter of a self-satisfied fat official who taxes the poor and lives in riches himself. Fires raged from the Talisman he held in his left hand, and my room became an inferno of flame and death.

My fear took me completely then, as I knew he meant to leave no evidence of his passing. I fled through the shadows to the back room and out of the window, each step raising my fear that he would notice and pursue me, and when I stopped running, I realised I was already some way from my town. MY town, yes, for I was indeed to have been the next Count.

Young I may have been, but my people are hardy and tough, and I had learned the ways of the Wanderer from the earliest age. I waited and watched from afar, living from the land and honing my skills with bow and blade, and saw how Scirvir had turned the death of my family into his chance to become the Count himself. He bled the town dry, thinking only of his own pleasures, and when, after eight long years, he had taken all he could, he simply left the town to rot without direction or leadership.

But this last I did not know, for although I had sworn an oath to have my vengeance, I had travelled away, knowing that the skills of a mere boy would not be enough to beat Scirvir's magical flames. I sought out the common magicians of the towns of the North, learning the most basic spells, and working to earn the coin to buy the weapons I would need. In my foolish youth, I had thought that this alone would suffice. When I finally arrived back at my town, I learned from townspeople who no longer knew me that Scirvir had left more than six months ago, taking all the portable wealth he could carry, and heading towards Boletaria, and the famed wealth it contained.

I followed him, determined then, as I am determined now, to have my revenge. Entering the pale fog that covered the land, I was sure that my journey would soon be at an end, and that Scirvir's life would soon be forfeit. Little did I know the dangers that would await me, having grown up far from the civilised societies of the south and their tales of demons. With little food and less coin, I had pressed on into Boletaria with little care for my own safety. And so, it was perhaps no surprise that when first faced with one of the true demons of Boletaria, the Vanguard, I fell to its first blow.

For some, waking in the unearthly form of your own soul might bring despair, but for me, it brings a renewed chance to put right the wrongs Scirvir has brought about. I will continue my search, to the top of the highest towers and depths of the deepest caves, through the hordes of demons that may await, though the Old One itself may bar the way. I will search, living or dead, until Scirvir meets his justice and his doom.

I, gentle reader, am Sumkawps, also known as Count Zero. Do not stand in my way if we meet in Boletaria, for while I hold no grudge against you, nothing will turn me from my path.

molly knew that with other souls practicing soul arts still alive in boletaria he may be over looked when the old one chooses a soul to bestow his wicked powers to.after finding mephistopheles and killing st urbain, sage freke, the witch, biorr, and many other strong souls, she told him of a scholar named nick(haha) she said that he was the only one left who knew of these arts and that he must be destoyed. molly cursed his blade and destroyed her. he then began his journey looking of for the slayer of the great yellow monk.

(i knew i could do it. molly's coming for you nick)

There is a young knight walking around boletaria these days.
He seems to be trained by the tower knight, Gah ha ha!
The lad is going to regret that!

Biorr's Journel # 10

The young lad is going to stonefang, for some strange reason I feel I should follow him.

Biorr's Journel # 13

By the gods the lad defeated a giant lizard!
He showed it mercy and made it his pet, Gah ha ha!

Biorr's Journel # 50

It's been 5 years since i saw that young lad and took him under my wing ,( Tower knight owes me)
I have'nt seen him for the last 2 weeks and people are getting scared of that new assasin running around.
I just hope the lads alright.

Biorr's Journel # 55

There are rumors of a tournament coming soon, and the lad will be in it!
Oh boy chris show 'em what you got ! Gah ha ha!!

Biorr's Journel # 70

I am trapped in this cell when a new face arrives and saves me!
I here Chris is here

Biorr's Journel # 71

The lad who rescued me was named Ilkar, he was the one who beat chris.
We are getting close to the Penetrator gah ha ha!

Biorr's Journel # 72

I cant believe it…
The lad had so much spirit…
I killed chris…
He was the Penetrator…
He was filled with so much hatred when he saw ILkar, He killed the fat minister that ol boy chris did…
He never really did like them…
This may be my last Journel…
Note: ( I dont really Hate ILkar)

Equipment

Black Leather
Shaman's Armband
Hard Leather Boots

Ring of Magical Sharpness
Clever Rat's Ring

Right Hand 1: Moon Uchigatana
Right Hand 2: Talisman of Beasts
Left Hand 1: Kris Blade
Left Hand 2: Morion Blade

Background

Nick was taught Magic at a young age by a Royal Magician of Latria. He was not Royalty himself, merely an orphan, though the Queen believed he showed skill in Magic. As he grew older, Nick tired of the rigid structure of the palace. He eventually ran away. For years the guilt of abandoning his queen haunted him, but the emotion was buried as he traveled the lands, seeking to learn all he could about Magic and its properties. Nick's childhood talents gradually became a legacy amongst the commoners, who came to know him as "The Professor" for his extraordinary memory.

When the fog arrived, news spread quickly. Nick was terrified when he heard that Latria had been overtaken. He rushed to the tower, but arrived too late. It was overrun with powerful Demons. However, Nick was determined, and through sheer intelligence managed to infiltrate the castle in search of the queen. He found the Old Monk instead. The possessed old man saw the same things the queen had; potential and raw Magic. He sought to enslave him. Overcome with grief and fury, Nick turned the Old Monk's powers against him, siezing the Demonic presense that attempted to control him and harnessing its power. The corruption that came with it inspired a horrible rage in Nick, granting him unimaginable power; but at a cost. Unable to control himself, he slayed many of the Old Monk's prisoners along with his Demons.

Nick awoke days later with a fogged memory. A demonic symbol was burned into his right hand, representing the danger trapped inside him. From then on, his temper was a danger to himself and everybody around him. Nick made a vow to become the strongest Magician of all, so that he could one day see the Old Monk dead for his crimes against Latria. He would accomplish this, no matter what power, good or evil, stood in his way.

He rivaled his father and they hunted demons as if it were a game.
But Chris became more and more of a demon himself.

Chris assasinated other souls and worked for mephistrophles.
He can be seen at the shrine of storms
vally of defilement
and the boleterian palace.
Sooner he was granted a deal by the old one.
"Serve my demons and you will be granted great power."
Chris took the offer and can be seen in front of every demon fog gate.
He gaurds the demons and lets no one though.
He Was granted a sword made by a blacksmith called the penatrating sword
He was turned into a demon and granted the nickname "The Penetrator".

Old Monk's Headcollar
Gloom Armor
Gloom Gauntlets
Gloom Leggings
(Right hand 1: Moon Great Sword +5)
(Right hand 2:Kris Blade +5)
(Left hand 1: Insanity Catalyst)
(Left hand 2: Dark Silver Shield +5)

Been in the Nexus for too long without seeing any new faces. I think I am starting to lose my sanity…

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 28

A young man appeared today, probably also killed from a Demon. He seems to be a good guy, I'm willing to know a bit more about him.

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 29

The young knight aspirant, named Chris, embarked on a journey to the Boletarian Palace, to seek recruitment from King Allant. Never having handled a weapon against an enemy with flesh and bones before, he was too inexperienced to be a knight, though his power of will made him want to chase his dream. After days of wandering, he said he reached a huge stone gate engulfed in thick, dark fog. It was probably the gates of the Shrine of Storms. Not being aware of what that was or where he was, he stepped into the fog. In front of him were 2 skeletons, seeming to be unaware of his presence. Panicked, he quickly grabbed his blade and backstabbed the 2 monsters. After that, he pressed onwards, only to kill some more Boletarian guards before reaching a huge, horned monster with 3 bright yellow eyes. Stunned for a second, Chris stood there looking at it. He couldn't believe his eyes. But soon after, the creature noticed him and turned towards his place, swinging its giant axe at Chris. Being agile and quick, he dodged it and ran to the back of the monster. He stabbed its legs, and when it fell down he stabbed its head with his sword. Feeling more than well about his achievement, he turned around and proceeded with his quest. Along the road, he fought some more guards, but was not aware of what was waiting him at the end of the path. A giant dragon, with 2 sets of upper and 2 sets of lower teeth and a giant bone sticking out of his jaw was looking at him with its 3 pairs of eyes. He thought he should hide from plain sight, so he moved behind a pillar. Hearing a scream, followed by a punch of the giant dragon, he remembers everything fading to black. That's when the Maiden in Black awakened him in the Nexus.

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 33

Chris seems to be doing well as a demon slayer. He has dominated over Stonefang and Tower of Latria. He seems to enjoy the killing, and his soul has darkened since the day he first appeared here…

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 35

Chris returned from his journey at the Valley of Defilement. He wears an armor he has combined. A breastplate and gauntlets made of silver, a huge helmet, and dark, gloom leggings. He bears a sword he calls "Blueblood Sword" and a bow firing fire arrows. I name it Lava Bow. He also never lets his shield go for a minute from his left hand. Its a huge silver shield, covering him from the head to the toes. He seems broken, and he ain't talking to anyone anymore. Something happened there, he has changed. He seems to be regretting all he has done…

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 38

Boletarian Palace is cleansed, and with all five archstones cleansed he is just wandering around the world, seeking more souls to power him up. I also noticed he is now holding a talisman, crafted to mimic a tree if I can see it well.

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 40

I had a dream last night. I saw Chris and the Maiden jump into the big hole in the middle of the Nexus. What's strange is that when I woke up, I realised it weren't a dream. None of them is here, and no clues about their whereabouts.

Journal of Stockpile Thomas, entry No. 41

I sense a disturbance. I think the end is near. Chris and the Maiden have gone missing, and everyone around me is lying dead. Maybe the One holding our lost souls together is lost? I think I will never know the answer. If anyone reads this, by the time you do, you should know what happened, and probably the whereabouts of Maiden and Chris. Farewell…

As you all see, I tried to chain the events, eg entry 41 is the battle with Allant and the possible death of the Old One, and entry 35 expresses Chris' (my real name and my char) regret for killing Maiden Astraea.
For those wondering, my item set is:
Head: Brushwood
Chest: Dark Silver
Hands: Dark Silver
Legs: Gloom
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R Hand 1: Blueblood Sword
R Hand 2: Lava Bow
L Hand 1: Tower Shield +4
L Hand 2: Talisman of Beasts

Discuss!

lol this is turning out to be a nice lil project hehe

now i gotta collect more weapons and armor to see if my JADE knight should be otherwise :D

molly is the first bastard son of the filthy woman. yes son. from a very early age poor molly was mind screwed by his crazy mother to believe that he was a little girl. not too many hard years of this and molly had had enough and was nearly ready to kill his dirty mother when she became pregnant again and actually had a daughter. she was so gleefully happy that molly was completley forgotten. and forgotten children never faired well in the valley of defilement, so molly made his poor way to the land of boletaria. nearly run over with soul starved mad men and crazed knights with nothing better to do than berate and hate on our genderly confused friend. after killing several of these men molly was thrown in the pit to hear miraldas wild singing and driven closer to the brink of craziness. molly killed miralda and wheres here mask to strike fear into the hearts of those who would begin to make fun of him. then one day while lost in a land he was very unfamiliar with molly was slain by a giant grey demon with an axe that only made him smile. after awaking in the nexus and hearing the monumental's story of the old one and the wild power that he wielded, he decided he no longer wanted to be part of the world, he wanted to rule it.

(im not gay or anything, i made a female charcter look like a male character because of the gear options, and thats where molly came from haha)

and you forgot to add your trademark equipment and weapons

I am the sole survivor of a family of knights who have dwelt in that fog and none came back. So my smart ass youngster thinks he should do the same and go in that fog of death because he's so smart and innovative in thinking. Just like he's going in every dangerous place possible with his measy skills just to check it out…. you know taking a stroll and speaking to people you don't know! He also looooves sharp objects, can't get enough of em!! That and rocks, which is why he collects so many shards of em around! In the end he laughs at everyone because they are dead and he thinks he's not! because he's going out there, killing demons! And if the Maiden in Black says true, you're alive when you kill a big demon! so Killy killy here he comes!! In all the process of dying and being revived, he completely forgets about his family and his first reasons of coming here! He's just having a blast!

Basically he's a psychopath who invents another reality and has an imaginary duck who write stuff on the floor to sometime help him!

name: not given
belongings: sword and sheild (knights ranking)
trappings: dark silver bindings covered with a venerable cloak, an assasins mask (clearly up to no good)
status: we can not describe how but the prisoner has escaped, we are searching full effort to return him to the gallows. he is presumed naked and dangerous

edit: my name is also weird, im Trym xD

my character is as follows:

[name]: Domingo (yeah my real name…love putting myself into games….shut up lol)
[aka]: Domingo the Jade Knight

[armorset]:
[head]: Silver Coronet (not official headgear, will be either brushwood, darksilver, assassin, mirdan, or venerable sage)
[chest]:Ancient King`s Breastplate
[arms]:Brushwood Manifer
[legs]:Brushwood Leggings

[weapons]: Blueblood Sword, Silver Catalyst, Talisman of God, Dark Silver Shield (obviously you are entitled to more stuff…but these are TRADEMARK items that make you noticed in online games and such)

[bio]: Domingo the Jade Knight was a well known Knight who started out as a mercenary but was later recruited into the Kings army after a skirmish in the stonefang mines…this skirmish was also where Domingo found the very rare Jade Ore in which he used to create his breastplate and a hair ornament for his fiance (who turns out missing later on as the fog comes in ;) )….Domingo was informed of the fog thanks to Vallarfax…while Vallarfax was stricken with fear to return to the fog…it fell into Domingo's hands to go forth and purge the land of this threat.

anyways there is my character, feel free to share your own story and such…something to do and pretty fun to "sync" other peoples stories into your own…so hope more people do this or i'll feel stupid haha