Its a meme from 4chan circlejerking how much fans dislike the final chapter of Attack on Titan and are petitioning for a rewrite.
wow japanese fans are vocal about the new chapter and they are not happy. Theyre discontented with the way everyone revived like naruto and the whole monging. I guess they were holding out hope for a good writing route. There's even a petition that's garnered thousands of signatures to have the chapter changed. Obviously that wont happen but it shows how unhappy they are.
wow chinese fans are vocal about the new patch and they are not happy. Theyre discontented with the way everyone glazed the tb like wuthering waves and the making everything tailord to castorice. I guess they were holding out hope for a good writing/balance patch. There's even a petition that's garnered thousands of signatures to have the patch changed. Obviously that wont happen but it shows how unhappy they are.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Hyacine. I try to play Phainon. My Hyacine deals more damage. I try to play Argenti. My Hyacine deals more damage. I try to play Kafka. My Hyacine deals more damage. I want to play Blade. His best team has Hyacine. I want to play Therta, Castorice - they both want Hyacine. She grabs me by the throat. I farm for her. I craft SP chips for her. I give her the The Story’s Next Page. She isn't satisfied. I give her the Herta shop LC. "I don't need to increase allies DMG" She tells me. "Give me more SPD." She grabs Sunday and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with Sig." I can't pull for Sig, I don't have enough Jades. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She grabs Little Ica. She says "Ica, get them." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure speed. What a cruel world.
Its Sunday’s monologue about Charmony Dove in Honkai Star Rail (HSR). The whole Charmony Dove story was brought up multiple times in Penacony story that it became a brainrot meme within HSR fans.
Sunday’s Charmony Dove copypasta
One day, after dinner, while my younger sister and I were lounging about in Mr. Gopher Wood's yard, we spotted a fledgling Charmony Dove all on its own. That baby bird was tiny, it didn't even have all of its feathers, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it was already on its last breath, having fallen into a shrub — probably abandoned by its parents. We decided to build a nest for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous bugs and wild beasts in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until spring. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked the adults to fashion a cage for it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to spread its wings, we would release it back into the wild. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered — was that this bird's fate had already been determined long before this moment... Its destiny was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan, and build a nest with soft net where the Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home? I eagerly await your answer
Amphoreus (Deliverer was lounging in Lygus’ Cave)
One day, after dinner, while the Deliverer was lounging in Lygus' Cave they spotted a shadow on the wall. That Deliverer was unaware, he didn't even have a grasp on reality, and couldn't struggle. When we found him, he was already on his Era Nova, having fallen into Irontomb - probably abandoned by Erudition and scorned by Destruction. The next deliverer decided to break the chains. However, thinking back, the flame chase was unsually calm, with the fierce blaze of Destruction illuminating the cave for the next to take the role, not to mention the new Deliverer's allies from beyond the sky in the vicinity... It was clear if the Deliverer didn't act now, the Pale Dawn wouldn't arrive. So, Cyrene suggested to imprison Lygus, fashion a deeper cave of his own by the shadow, and Sunday was requested to fashion a 'cage'. We decided that when Irontomb regained it strength enough to escape, they would delay it once again. The tragic part - something that we'd never considered - was that the previous Deliverer's fate had already been determined long before this moment... its destiny was determined by the whims of gods. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan of your travels, and ignore Amphoreus, letting the original Deliverer try and handle it? Or design a new cave for the Lord Ravager, and chain it, giving it the utmost solitude from the depths of memorial abyss? I eagerly await your answer
Amphoreus (Patch 3.4 reveal)
One amber year, after dinner, while my younger inorganic lifeform and I were lounging about in Mr. Rubert II's yard, we spotted a fledgling Scepter all on its own. That baby Scepter was tiny, it didn't even have all of its neurons, and it couldn't scream. When we found it, it was already on its last calculations, having fallen into a shrub — probably abandoned by its Aeon. We decided to build a safespace for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that location was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous Polka's and wild Swarm remnants in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until the next Amber year. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it in an emtpy spot by the window, and asked the adults to fashion a firewall for it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to spread its wings, we would release it back into the cosmos. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered — was that this Scepter's fate had already been determined long before this moment... Its destiny was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan, and build a nest with soft net where the Emperor's Scepter fell? Or build a firewall for it, and compute it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home? I eagerly await your answer.
Chinese version
有一天，晚饭后，当我和妹妹在Mr. Gopher Wood的院子里闲逛时，我们发现了一只孤零零的Charmony Dove雏鸟。那只小鸟很小，连羽毛都没有，而且还不会唱歌。当我们发现它时，它已经last breath了，掉进了灌木丛中——可能被它的父母abandoned了。我们决定就地为它建造一个nest。不过回想起来，那个“冬天”异常寒冷，院子里晚上风很大，更何况附近还有很多毒虫和野兽……显然，如果我们把雏鸟留在院子里，直到春天，它都winter。于是，我建议我们把它搬进去，放在窗边的架子上，并请大人们给它做一个no chance of surviving。我们决定，当它恢复到足以展开cage的力量时，我们会将它放回野外。可悲的是——这是我们从未考虑过的——这只鸟的fate早在这一刻之前就已经决定了……它的命运是由我们一时的心血来潮决定的。现在，我将传递给大家。面对这样的情况，你会做出怎样的选择呢？坚持原计划，在Charmony Dove落下的地方用软网筑巢？或者给它建个笼子，喂它，在温暖的home里给予它无微不至的照顾？我热切地等待您的答复。
One day, after dinner, while my younger sister and I were vibing in Mr. Goated Wood's yard, we spotted a lowkey Charmony Dove all on its own. That baby bird was mid, it didn't even have all of its drip, and it couldn't rizz. When we found it, it was already on its L, having yeeted into a shrub — probably ghosted by its fam. We decided to stan for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter hit different, with cringe winds at night in the yard, not to mention the many sus bugs and based beasts amogus... It was clear that if we let the fledgling cook, it's giving no chance of glow-up. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked the oomfs to F in the chat. We decided that when it regained its strength enough to flex, we would let it touch grass. The oof part — something that we'd never considered — was that this NPC's fate had already been cooked long before this moment... Its destiny was caught in 4k. Now, I pass the clout of choice to you all. Faced with this L+Ratio, what choice would you make? Stick to the delulu plan, and cope where the Charmony Dove fell? Or cagemaxx for it, and stan it, giving it the bussin care from within the boujee of a home? I eagerly await your hot takes.
Okay, so there I was, chilling with my lil’ sis after inhaling dinner, just vibing in Mr. Gopher Wood’s yard, when BAM — we spot this lil’ nugget of a bird just straight up yeeted by life itself. Like, this poor baby bird was not okay. Tiny af, no feathers, and instead of tweeting like a normal bird, it was probably just out here hitting that final breath like, “👀💀”. It must’ve taken a nasty L, like, the parents straight-up ghosted it. RIP.
So obviously, we went into DIY mode. We thought, “Let’s build a cozy AF nest and save this little dude.” But plot twist — winter was out there throwing hands, like, super cold, winds going burr, and don’t get me started on the poison bugs and sketchy wildlife pulling up in Mr. Wood’s yard. No cap, if we left that birb outside, it was about to get rekt by nature. I was like, “Yo, let’s be heroes and take this birb inside, throw it on the shelf, and get the adults to whip up a cozy lil’ bird crib for it.”
The idea was solid: we’d nurse the homie back to health, then yeet it back into the wild when it was ready to flex those wings. BUT HERE’S THE TEA ☕ — we never thought about the REAL tragic twist: this birb was already doomed from the jump. Like, this whole thing was rigged from the start, and now its destiny was in our basic hands.
So now it’s your move, fam. What are you gonna do? Build a crunchy little nest where the birb fell, let nature decide its fate, or go all out, build a cage, and give it VIP treatment inside? Let me know what you’d do, ‘cause this story’s about to hit different depending on your choice. 👀🕊
Arataki “Sunday” Itto / Jesse Pinkman edition
So, one evening after dinner, me and my little sis were just chillin’ in Mr. Gopher Wood’s yard when we spotted this baby Charmony Dove, like, totally alone. This lil’ dude was tiny—no feathers, couldn’t even chirp, nada. It was barely hangin’ on, lying in some bush, probs ditched by its fam.
Obviously, we decided to make a DYI nest right then and there. But like, looking back, that winter was brutal. The wind was out here tryna ruin everyone's vibe, and the yard was full of sketchy bugs and wild animals, so...yeah, bad news for the little guy. It hit me that if we left it outside, it was totally doomed. So I was like, "Yo, let’s bring it inside, put it on the windowsill, and ask the grown-ups to whip up a little cage for it."
Plan was, once it got its act together and could fly, we’d set it free. But here’s the plot twist we didn’t see coming: this poor bird’s fate? Already sealed. Our lil’ rescue mission? Just a side quest that didn’t really change anything.
And now, I’m passing the controller to you guys. Faced with the same sitch, what’s your move? Can’t wait to hear what you’d do.
Ninja x Charmony Dove x Banana
One day, after ninja eating time, while my fellow ninja apprentice and I were practising resting ninjutsu in Master Hakobune’s ninja training field, our enhanced ninja senses spotted a Ninja Initiate Charmony Dove all on its own. That ninja initiate was tiny, it didn't even have a ninjutsu of its own, and it couldn't do any ninja techniques. When we found it, it was already on its last ninja breath, having fallen into a ninja training shrub — probably after making a mistake during ninjutsu training. We decided to become it’s ninja masters and train it right there and then. However, thinking back, that ninja winter was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the ninja training field, not to mention the many evil fiendlings in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the ninja initiate in the ninja training field, it stood no chance of surviving ninja training. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the ninja shelf by the window, and talk-no-jutsu the adults into creating a ninja training cage for it. We decided that when it regained its ninjutsu power enough to graduate from being a ninja initiate, we would release it back into the ninja wilds. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered — was that this ninja initiate’s path of the ninja had already been determined long before this moment... Its path of the ninja was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the Dazzling Ninjutsu Technique: Choice, to you all. Faced with this situation, what path of the ninja would you take? Stick to the original ninja plan, and build a futon with soft net where NInja Initiate Charmony Dove fell? Or build a ninja training cage for it, and teach it everything you know about being a ninja from within the warmth of a home? I eagerly await your ninja answers..
One day, after ninja eating time, while my fellow ninja apprentice and I were practising restanana ninjutsu in Master Hakobune’s ninja training fieldnana, our enhanced ninja senses spotted a Ninja Initiate Charmony Dove all on its own without any banana. That ninja initiate was tiny, it didn't even have a ninjutsu or banana of its own, and it couldn't do any ninja techniques. When we found it, it was already on its last ninja breathnana, having fallen into a ninja training shrub — probably after making a mistake during ninjutsu training. We decided to become it’s ninja masters and train it right there and then nana. However, thinking back, that ninja winternana was unusually cold, with fierce winds at night in the ninja training field, not to mention the many evil banana fiendlings in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the ninja initiate in the ninjanana training field, it stood no chance of surviving ninja training. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the ninja shelf by the window, and talk-no-jutsu the adults into creating a ninja training cagenana for it. We decided that when it regained its ninjutsu power enough to graduate from being a ninja initiate, we would releasenana it back into the ninja wilds. The tragic partnana — something that we'd never considered — was that this ninja initiate’s path of the ninjanana had already been determined long before this momentnana... Its path of the ninja was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the slumbernana Dazzling Ninjutsu Technique: Choicenana , to you all. Faced with this situation, what path of the ninja would you take? Stick to the original ninja planana, and build a futon with soft net where Ninja Initiate Charmony Dove fell? Or build a ninjanana training cage for it, and teach it everything you know about being a ninjanana from within the warmth of a homenana? I eagerly await your ninjanana answers..
Banana x Charmony Dove
One daynana, after dinnana, while my younger banana and I were bananaing about in Mr. Banana Wood’s yardnana, we spotted a seedling Charmonana Dove all on its ownana. That baby birdnana was tiny, it didn’t even have all of its peel, and it couldn’t sing the Slumbernana anthem. When we bananound it, it was bananalready on its last ripe, having bananallen into a shrubanana — probably abandonana’ed by the tree it grew out of. We bananacided to build a bananest for it right there and thenana. However, bananinking back, that winternana was banasually cold, with fierce bananinds at nana in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous bananas and unpeeled bananas in the vicinity... It was clear that if we left the seedling in the yardnana, it stood no chance of preserving freshness until springnana. So, I banaggested we take it inside, place it on the shelfnana by the windnanas, and asked the bananadults to fashionana a cage for it. We bananacided that when it regained its ripeness enough to spread its peels, we would release it back into the jungle. The tragic part — somenana that we’d never considered — was that this birdnana’s bananate had already beenana nanatermined long before this momenana... Its destinnana was bananatermined by our momenanary whim. Now, I pass the bananower of choice to you bananas. Faced with this bananation, what choice would younanas bananake? Bananick to the originana planana, and buildnana a bananest with bananoft nana where the Charmonana Dove felanana? Or buildnana a cagnana for it, and bananeed it, nananing it the nana nana ba nana from within the bana na nana nana? Bana nana na nana na nananswer.
One ☝️ day ☀️, after ⏱️ banana 🍌, while ⌛️ my 🫵 younger 🧒 banana 🍌 and I 📆 were lounging 🥱 about in Mr. Gopher 🦫 Wood’s 🪵 banana 🍌, we 🦢📆 spotted 🐆 a fledgling 🐣 Charmony 🎶 Banana 🍌 all 🕵️♂️ on its own 😔. That baby 👶 banana 🍌 was tiny 🐥, it didn’t even ❌ have all 🔄 of its bananas 🍌, and it couldn’t banana 🍌. When we found 🧐 it, it was already ⚠️ on its last 😢 banana 🍌, having fallen ⬇️ into a banana 🍌— probably 🤔 abandoned 🏃♂️ by its bananas 🍌. We decided 💡 to build 🏗 a banana 🍌 for it right 🕰 there and then ⌚️.
However 🛑, thinking 💭 back 🕰, that banana 🍌 was unusually ⛔️ cold 🥶, with fierce 🐯 banana 🍌 at night 🌙 in the banana 🍌, not to mention 🗣 the many 🍀 poisonous ☠️ bananas 🦟 and wild 🐗 bananas 🐻 in the vicinity 📍... It was clear 🧐 that if we left 🚶♂️ the fledgling 🐣 in the banana 🍌, it stood 🚫 no chance 🎰 of surviving 💀 until banana 🍌. So 🌐, I suggested 💬 we take 🛐 it inside 🏠, place 🛋 it on the banana 🍌 by the bananas 🪟, and asked 🫵 the bananas 🍌 to fashion 🧵 a banana 🍌 for it.
We decided 🧠 that when it regained 💪 its strength 🦾 enough to spread 👐 its bananas 🍌, we would release 🏃 it back 🔙 into the banana 🍌. The tragic 😢 part — something 🧠 that we’d never ❌ considered 🤔— was that this banana 🍌’s fate 🎭 had already ⚠️ been determined 📝 long 🕰 before 🕛 this banana 🍌... Its banana 🍌 was determined 🗣 by our momentary ⏳ banana 🍌.
Now 🕰, I pass 🎁 the power 💪 of banana 🍌 to you all 🫵. Faced with this banana 🍌, what banana 🍌 would you make 🤔? Stick to 🖇 the original 🏁 banana 🍌, and build 🛠 a banana 🍌 with soft 💫 banana 🍌 where the Charmony 🎶 Banana 🍌 fell ⬇️? Or build 🏗 a banana 🍌 for it, and feed 🍽 it, giving 👐 it the utmost 🏆 banana 🍌 from within 🔄 the banana 🍌 of a banana 🍌?
I eagerly ⏳ await ⏱️ your banana 🍌
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Uwu-fied version
One wittle evewying, aftew some yummy-nummy suppy, me and my baby sissy-chan were just wittle snuggly beans hanging in the pwetty yawd of Master Gophy-Wophy Wood’s housey when we saw the most tiniest, uwu-wee-est baby Chawmony Dove!! It was so, so smol and all by itsewf, wooking so sad and lonewy! ( ；∀；) The poor, sweet tweasure was just a teensy bebe, almost no fwuffy-feathie weathers, and it couwdn’t even do a singy-wingy! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) When we found it, it was on the verge of going sleepy-weepies forever after falling into a bushie-wushie... so so tragic (ಥ﹏ಥ)
Our heawts went boom boom with pity, and we decided wight then and thewe to make a cute nestie for the baby-waby, no questions asked!! But oh nooo, that cold wintew was soooo meanie-weanie with icy bweezy winds going “whoooosh” thwough the yawd at night, and scawy bugs and wowf-wowf beasts scwamping awound!! (º ̩̩́⍢º ̩̩̀) It was obvi that if we weft the pweshush little birdie outside, it wouldn’t suwvive… so much danger!! (>﹏<)
So I was wike, “Let’s bwing the tiny bebe inside where it can be all safe and snuggly-wuggly by the window, and we can ask the grown-up hoomans to make a comfy-cozy cage for it!” We thought that when it was all bettew and its teeny wings were all weady, we’d set it fwee-fwee back into the wildie! UwU ✨🌸
But... oh nooo... we didn’t weawize the biggie sad twuth. This wittle bebe’s fate was pwobabwy sealed long before we even found it. (´；д；`) Our silly, fwuffy pwan couldn’t change what was going to happen... sob sob (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Now I’m putting this biggie decision in your handsies! What wouwd you do if you were me? I’m waiting sooo patiently with my wittle uwu heart for your answer, fwend! ✨💞 UwU 🥺
Pirate version
One day, after grub, while me younger sister ‘n I were slackin’ about in Cap’n Gopher Wood’s yard, we spotted a fledglin’ Charmony Dove all by its lonesome. That bird were a wee thing, it didn’ even ‘ave all o’ its feathers, ‘n it couldn’t sing a single sea shanty. When we found it, ‘twas already one foot in Davy Jones’ Locker, havin’ fallen into a shrub — prolly marooned by its scallywag parents, yarr. We decided t’ build a nest fer it right thar ‘n then. Howe’er, thinkin’ back, that winter were mighty cold, wit’ fierce winds at night in the yard, nah t’ mention the many poisonous bugs ‘n wild beasts lurkin’ about... Aye, ‘twas clear that if we left the fledglin’ in the yard, it be fish food by spring. So, I suggested we take it aboard, place it on the shelf by the porthole, ‘n asked the crew t’ fashion a cage fer it. We decided that when it regained its strength enough t’ spread its wings, we would send it back into the salty sea air. The tragic part — somethin’ we’d ne’er considered — was this here bird’s fate be determined long afore now... Its destiny be determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power o’ choice t’ ye all. Faced wit’ yon situation, wha’ choice would ye make? Stick t’ the original plan, ‘n build a nest wit’ soft net where that there Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage fer it, ‘n feed it, givin’ it the utmost care from within the warmth o’ a ship? I eagerly await yer answer, mateys.
Ranni edition
One evening, after supper, whilst my younger sister and I did repose in the yard of Master Gopher Wood, we espied a fledgling Charmony Dove, solitary and forlorn. The poor creature was but a babe, scarce clothed in feathers, and naught a note of song could it muster. When we happened upon it, it lay upon the verge of death, having tumbled into a shrub, perchance forsaken by its kin.
Moved by pity, we resolved to fashion a nest for it on the instant. Yet, upon reflection, that winter was uncommonly harsh, with bitter winds tearing through the yard by night, to say nothing of the venomous insects and savage beasts that prowled nearby. 'Twas plain that, if we left the hapless bird without, it wouldst not survive the winter, let alone endure 'til spring's awakening.
Thus did I propose we bear the bird within, to set it upon the sill by the window, and entreat the elders to craft a cage for its safety. We determined that, once it had regained its strength and could spread its wings, we should release it back into the wild from whence it came.
But alas, in our youthful ignorance, we reckoned not with the cruel truth — that the bird's doom had been sealed long ere we found it. Its fate, shaped by our fleeting fancy, was not its own to command.
Now, I place the burden of choice before thee. In such a plight, what course wouldst thou pursue? I await thy decision with bated breath.
Perchance & ‘Twas edition
Hark! Upon a day, post repast, whilst my younger sister and I didst recline in the yard of Master Gopher Wood, we espied a fledgling Charmony Dove, solitary and forlorn. That infant bird, diminutive in stature, bore not yet the full plumage of its kind, nor could it warble a tune. When we didst discover it, it was nigh unto its final breath, having tumbled into a shrub—perchance forsaken by its progenitors. Forthwith, we resolved to fashion a nest for it anon. Yet, in retrospection, that winter was uncommonly frigid, with tempestuous gales by night in the yard, and myriad venomous insects and feral beasts in the environs... 'Twas evident that, should we leave the fledgling in the yard, it wouldst have no hope of enduring until the vernal season. Thus, I proposed we convey it within, place it upon the shelf by the casement, and beseech the elders to contrive a cage for it. We decreed that, upon its regaining of vigor sufficient to unfurl its wings, we would release it back into the wild. The lamentable truth—something we had ne'er pondered—was that this bird's fate had been preordained long ere this moment... Its destiny was sealed by our fleeting caprice. Now, I bequeath unto thee the power of choice. Confronted with this quandary, what course wouldst thou pursue? Adhere to the initial design, and construct a nest of soft net where the Charmony Dove didst fall? Or fashion a cage for it, and nourish it, bestowing upon it the utmost care within the warmth of a domicile? I await thy response with bated breath.
Hearken unto me, dear companions, and lend thine ear to this most peculiar tale. 'Twas one eve, after we had partaken of our evening repast, that my younger sister and I, in idle repose within the yard of Master Gopher Wood, didst lay our eyes upon a fledgling Charmony Dove. A pitiable creature it was, its form diminutive and bereft of its full plumage, unable to lift its voice in song. Upon finding it, we discerned that it had fallen into a lowly shrub, perhaps abandoned by its progenitors, for it drew near to the very brink of death.
In our haste, we resolved to craft for it a humble nest, there within the yard, under the shelter of the heavens. Yet, in retrospection, I now see that the winter was uncommonly harsh, with the night winds howling with untamed fury, and the grounds infested with venomous insects and untamed beasts that roamed freely. Verily, it was plain to see that, had we left the fledgling in that unforgiving expanse, its fate would have been sealed by the cold embrace of death ere the spring thaw.
Thus, I proposed we carry it within, placing it upon the windowsill where the light might warm its fragile form, and entreating the elders to fashion a cage that it might be safe within the shelter of the home. Our plan, as we conceived it, was to care for the poor creature until such a time as its strength returned and its wings grew ready to take flight, whereupon we would release it back unto the wilds. Yet now, in hindsight, I see with clarity a truth we had not foreseen—that this bird's fate, long before, had been decreed. Its destiny, bound not by the whims of nature, but by our fleeting impulse in that singular moment.
And now, I pass to thee this very conundrum. Faced with such circumstances, what course wouldst thou choose? Wouldst thou adhere to the initial plan, leaving the bird to rest in a nest of soft grasses, exposed to the perils of the elements? Or wouldst thou build a cage of warmth and safety, granting it thy protection at the cost of its freedom? The answer, my friends, lies within thee.
Emojified
One day☀️, after dinner🍽, while my younger sister and I were lounging about in Mr. Gopher Wood's yard, we spotted👀 a fledgling Charmony Dove🕊 all on its own. That baby bird was tiny, it didn't even have all of its feathers🪶, and it couldn't sing🎼. When we found it, it was already on its last breath😮💨, having fallen into a shrub🌿 — probably abandoned by its parents🚫👦👧. We decided to build a nest for it right there and then. However, thinking back, that winter was unusually cold🥶, with fierce winds🍃 at night in the yard, not to mention the many poisonous☠️ bugs🐜 and wild beasts in the vicinity... It was clear🔍 that if we left the fledgling in the yard, it stood no chance of surviving until spring💀. So, I suggested we take it inside, place it on the shelf by the window, and asked the adults to fashion a cage for it. We decided that when it regained its strength💪 enough to spread its wings🪽, we would release it back into the wild. The tragic part — something that we'd never considered😲 — was that this bird's fate had already been determined long before this moment... Its destiny was determined by our momentary whim. Now, I pass the power of choice to you all😵💫. Faced with this situation, what choice would you make? Stick to the original plan🤔, and build a nest with soft net where the Charmony Dove🕊 fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care🥰 from within the warmth of a home🏠? I eagerly await your answer😊.
One ☝️ day ☀️, after ⏱️ dinner 🍽, while ⌛️ my 🫵 younger 🧒 sister 🦢 and I 📆 were lounging 🥱 about in Mr. Gopher 🦫 Wood’s 🪵 yard 📏, we 🦢📆 spotted 🐆 a fledgling 🐣 Charmony 🎶 Dove 🕊 all 🕵️♂️ on its own 😔. That baby 👶 bird 🕊 was tiny 🐥, it didn’t even ❌ have all 🔄 of its feathers 🪶, and it couldn’t sing 🎶. When we found 🧐 it, it was already ⚠️ on its last 😢 breath 💨, having fallen ⬇️ into a shrub 🌳— probably 🤔 abandoned 🏃♂️ by its parents 👨👩👧. We decided 💡 to build 🏗 a nest 🪺 for it right 🕰 there and then ⌚️. However 🛑, thinking 💭 back 🕰, that winter ❄️ was unusually ⛔️ cold 🥶, with fierce 🐯 winds 🌬 at night 🌙 in the yard 🏡, not to mention 🗣 the many 🍀 poisonous ☠️ bugs 🦟 and wild 🐗 beasts 🐻 in the vicinity 📍... It was clear 🧐 that if we left 🚶♂️ the fledgling 🐣 in the yard 🌳, it stood 🚫 no chance 🎰 of surviving 💀 until spring 🌼. So 🌐, I suggested 💬 we take 🛐 it inside 🏠, place 🛋 it on the shelf 🗄 by the window 🪟, and asked 🫵 the adults 👨👩👧 to fashion 🧵 a cage 🦜 for it. We decided 🧠 that when it regained 💪 its strength 🦾 enough to spread 👐 its wings 🪽, we would release 🏃 it back 🔙 into the wild 🌳. The tragic 😢 part — something 🧠 that we’d never ❌ considered 🤔— was that this bird 🕊’s fate 🎭 had already ⚠️ been determined 📝 long 🕰 before 🕛 this moment 🔴... Its destiny 🔮 was determined 🗣 by our momentary ⏳ whim 🌬. Now 🕰, I pass 🎁 the power 💪 of choice ⚖️ to you all 🫵. Faced with this situation 🚨, what choice ⚖️ would you make 🤔? Stick to 🖇 the original 🏁 plan 🗺, and build 🛠 a nest 🪺 with soft 💫 net 🎣 where the Charmony 🎶 Dove 🕊 fell ⬇️? Or build 🏗 a cage 🦜 for it, and feed 🍽 it, giving 👐 it the utmost 🏆 care 🫂 from within 🔄 the warmth 🔥 of a home 🏠? I eagerly ⏳ await ⏱️ your answer 🗣.
I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Tribbie. I try to play Feixiao. My Tribbie deals more damage. I try to play Break. My Tribbie deals more damage. I try to play DoT, Tribbie deals more damage. I want to play The Herta. Her best team has Tribbie. I want to play Castorice, Mydei. They both want Tribbie.
She grabs me by the throat. I funnel energy for her. I give her DDD. She isn't satisfied. I pull for her signature. "I don't need this much Crit DMG" She tells me. "Give me more energy." She grabs The Herta and forces her to throw herself onto enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with E1."
I can't pull E1, I don't have enough jades. She grabs my credit card. It declines. "Guess this is the end." She grabs Trinnon. She says "Trinnon, get them." There is no hint of sadness in her eyes. Nothing but pure, full uptime vulnerability and res pen. What a cruel world.
Its Zy0x letter to Alercchino when she was drip marketed but changed to Archer from Honkai Star Rail.
Dearest Archer, I am writing you this letter to introduce myself. My name is bone-of-my-sword23, but you can call me Bone. I would love to get to know you better. I am good friends with both Rin and Saber (Sakura doesn't talk much) and have heard wonderful things about you. If you would ever happen to have even an ounce of free time, it would be my pleasure -- nay, my honour to accompany you during that period. I have been known as a hero, of sorts (or a hero of justice, if that sounds better to you) and have been known for my benevolent acts of kindness, generosity, and grace. If possible, being blessed by your presence over the course of the weekend or whenever you happen to be available, would allow us to connect and better learn about each other. We could go to the Fuyuki beaches (I speak Japanese), and swim with the mana dolphins. I have always loved swords, both the blades and the handles, and you are the bone of my sword (the steel of my body (believe when i say the fire of my blood)). I will give you all of my Seele's relics if you so desire. I would be honoured and am eagerly awaiting your response. See you soon!
Its a crashout from the Acheron mains sub where some players still refuses to pull for Jiaoqiu even though he is by far her best support character.
hey Jiaoqiu, heard you were good for Acheron... should I pull you or her light co-" HOW ABOUT I PULL THE TRIGGER HUH? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME? IS THIS ALL IT TAKES? IM SICK OF EVERYONE THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN ME, FEIXIAO TELLS ME "babe is not that deep" BUT IT IS THAT DEEP, Moze says "hey dude chill it's okay, I'm a sidegrade for topaz, and I'm doing fine" YOU ANSWERED YOURSELF, YOU ARE A SIDEGRADE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY, I AIN'T NO SIDEGRADE, I SUPPOSED TO BE THE BETTER OPTION! THEN THIS GUY SUNDAY WALKS IN AND SAYS "hey it's okay, I was supposed to be castorice BiS support but that didn't happen, I understand your pain" NO YOU DON'T, YOU STILL HAVE ROOM FOR IMPROVED, THERE A LOTS OF REMEMBRANCE UNITS TO COME! MEANWHILE I WAS BORN WITH A SIGLE PURPOSE BUT PEOPLE WON'T LET ME FULFIL IT...FOR THE LOVE OF LAN, I CAN TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!
