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My Name is Othello. I am a warrior of the eagle tribe. We are sworn to protect our land from all. Animals, demons, angels everything even gods.
That is where my story begins and ends.
Ithaka the bleeding god was one of infinite suffering. The Ancients ones could not reason with it. The Elders could not contain or destroy it.
It was an unknown. I had sent out my raven Icarus to find out info about the gods where about.
On his return, he exploded, and written in his blood was the words:
You shall not find what you seek, but I am in the valley of bones if you wish to praise your new lord!
Ithaka would be avenged. This son of a bitch killed my tribe, my wife, my kids. His presence drowned them in blood dissolving them so they were just liquid. No bones or cloth. My tribe and village.
Gone like water in all directions.
I was no user of magic, nor able to use the power of the gods or nature. All I had was my Extended Yari and Greatsword.
My chance of survival was close to none. But I had nothing left.
The way to the valley of bones was easy. All that was near the god became blood and were absorbed.
Not me: I was the " chosen one" that didn't mean shit when you're alone.
I looked upon the lake of the dead once dry now filled with blood.
Even the skeletons would not approach. I readied my weapons and walked into the lake.
It was not deep at all easy to walk on. But it gave the feeling you could be sucked in any minute.
Out of a blood mist, it came. Eyes bleeding waterfalls from empty voidness eyes sockets. Face a white mask cracking as upon its head its symbol of power. As it spoke it was all around as no mouth existed for speech.
You are the last alive on this pitiful planet. I shall remake this world anew. If women you desire to procreate that can be arranged. You are my choice to make the world whole.
or you can die and I will force this through reanimation and slavery of your soul. The choice is yours.
As its final words hit I felt the Yari radiate golden energy and from it, my head throw me.
I did not question but let it fly.
It exploded upon its face causing it to crack and the yari to disappear.
I wish I had never seen its face, behind the mask endless tendrils of worms killing one another causing the blood tears.
Its hands appeared as a colossal being.
I can say I won with my great sword and I did hit it many injuring it.
But this god could not reanimate me and force slavery. My blood would not allow it.
Instead this god this demon could control time.
I feel every death, I feel every breath getting crushed. What's worse is he makes me drink it. The blood.
He makes me drink them! My wife! My kids! My people!
Please if you find me Kill Me! If I die by your hand I same set free.
HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!
2, 000,000,000 B.C
Found in Antarctica circa 1984 Sept 14
Hi, is this group still active?
Hello. I've been away for a very long time due to having a baby. If you need assistance please feel free to send a PM!
Oh congratulations!
Thank you, that's very kind of you. He's 11 months old today actually.
Hi, the submission I requested has expired, is this group still running? 
I have been too sick to review submissions. So very sorry. I'm back now.