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WIP. And my grammar was absolutely broken here.

❱❱ S-POP WEEKEND 2025 - ALT #9
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tripleS Acid Angel from Asia - Generation (English Rewrite)
Unofficial Fanchant

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Fanchant is signified in bolded lyrics
Underscores (_) each represent a syllable that can be replaced to fit the performing group.

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Swipin’ every moment
Can never get enough
Never-ending circles
Can’t get you off my mind

(_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _)

La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (TikTok up)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)

Truth’s got that feeling, ah
No, I’m not sure whether I like that
Oh, yeah

Yet, lies are healing
Got all of me in that high feeling
I’m falling in, falling in love

Melting in my heart, it feels like ice cream
Lose myself in the maze of deceit
Falling deeper in an endless daydream
Closing in, no way out (Oh)
See that “me” in the mirror
Ooh, yeah

La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (TikTok up)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)

Say we’re in this together
The way it’s all disordered
“Décadence” we’ll make it all our own, Generation

For right now we’re together
With all those weird sensations (Oh)
Though I’m dreaming all of “now”
Let it resound, our Generation

Wah-woo, wah-woo, ah, ah, ah
Make me feel so high
See it in your eyes, you get me

Wah-woo, wah-woo, ah, ah, ah
Think I’m dreaming all of “now”
So sweet it sounds, our Generation

La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (TikTok up)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)

Say we’re in this together
The way it’s all disordered
“Décadence” we’ll make it all our own, Generation

For right now we’re together
With all those weird sensations (Oh)
Though I’m dreaming all of “now”
Let it resound, our Generation

La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (TikTok up)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la (Woo)

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Original English rewrite of the song can be found here:
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1191019319/

❱❱ S-POP WEEKEND 2025 - ALT #10
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A couple of paragraphs, hm. …I promise I can do a lot better than this on any given day, however time only proves yet again to be insufficient for that to happen.

I initially joined S-Pop due to my appreciation for the K-Pop genre. I was, and still am, by no means, a good singer. All I wanted was to get involved, try something new, perhaps. And I thought it'd stay that way, until a certain little bunny decided to start a conversation out of the blue. At the time, we were both newly recruited staff members of Rxsected, and that was when it all started spiralling into something none of us could have ever predicted. Somehow, she trusted me enough to grant me co-ownership of her company at the time, to which looking back at it now I feel the same way. Two whole years and a little over up until now, even- And it doesn't sound like a lot until you come to terms with how this industry operates- Truth is miserable, yes.

Days, weeks, months, and eventually an entire year passed. It wasn't until we had begun brainstorming a new project in an attempt to revive our previous efforts when I realized I had a lot more to offer to the community than I had initially thought. This was something that's never been done before, and we were determined to make it work, one way or another. And oh, my, it took that all right, and I take full credit for the downfall of the original rendition. At that point in time, academic stress was near impossible to tolerate on its own, and I had to drop everything else with little to no forewarning. It crushed me inside that I had to let something I was so desperately looking forward to seeing flourish slowly but surely dissipate, and eventually, end up forgotten due to my thoughtless actions. I knew I couldn't leave it at that, and so I returned to the community after the summer, with a newfound ambition to once again reclaim what has been lost. And that happened again. And again. …And you guessed it- Again.

Crazy ideas much? Haha, well- I've got more than a few of them at this point. Though, if there's one thing I'm most grateful for throughout these almost 2 1/2 years, it's the people I've met along this seemingly endless journey. Knowing that something I was responsible for creating and/or managing had brought not just one, but quite possibly a few new faces into the community, and forming bonds that I'll most certainly cherish for years to come, has proven time and time again to be that source of motivation that pushes me to keep doing what I do- I may not be a renowned idol, but I am a revolutionist. Take that as you will ;). And with that, I must bid you farewell, until our paths may cross again.

❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Daily #8
…Or what was supposed to be, at least.

Rebellion against the tabloids(?) || 266/300 words

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Chemist Yume:
Imagine being a wanted criminal.

Nycren:
I wouldn't have it any other way, no.

Chemist Yume:
As if.

Evanescence:
*sighs* this is what humanity has evolved into. it's not like we can do anything
except for maybe rebel.

Nabi:
REBEL!! REBELLION AGAINST THE TABLOIDS!! TABLOIDS ARE BAD!!!

Chemist Yume
why did we let the one who can't even hold their placard up the right way lead a rebellion

Lynthia:
I'm not sure, actually… I only raised mine for the rights of all the idols here.

Time Traveller Yume
…fair enough. i guess i can't complain either.

Nabi:
*continues to scream, shout, and advertise(?) for the rebellion against the tabloids.*

Casey Rasmussen, Federation Press Officer:
Hey, I thought I was in charge of publicity?

Secretary General Skylar Zhang:
Casey, no.

Casey Rasmussen, Federation Press Officer:
you always ruin my fun :(

Secretary General Skylar Zhang:
this is for the good of the entire rebellion.

Casey Rasmussen, Federation Press Officer:
…fine.

Wong Szeyan:
…what's a rebellion again?

Chemist Yume:
someone. anyone. CULTURE SZEYAN ALREADY. SHE NEEDS TO LEARN THE DEEPEST DARKEST SECRETS OF THE WORLD.

Secretary General Skylar Zhang:
*galactic empire

Nycren:
Try dimension.

Wong Szeyan:
*screams* we-were you always there

Yume:
what are we all doing here again

Nabi:
REBELLIUON!!!! RAHHH!!! WE WILL GO AND REBEL BECAUSE WE DO NOT LIKE MEDIA AND PRESS COEVERAGE ANAD-

Chemist Yume:
she can't even spell.

Lynthia:
Give her a break, will you…? Look, I know this is a big

Yume:
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON.

Evanecence:
*appears*
*disappears
*materializes
finally

Wong Szeyan:
*SCREAMS*

Chemist Yume:
She needs to stop.

I stole this off of a storyline volunteer form :). I don't typically write bios and am far too lazy at the moment to come up with one.

Nycren (Do not question my laziness with this one… I ran out of name ideas :')) // She/Her // An enigmatic former con artist and current magician/illusionist who may or may not also happen to be a professional assassin who is, as of now, wanted across 27 dimensions :). // Elusive and intimidating above all else, can and will (appear to{?}) appear/disappear at any given place and any given moment when she feels it is of need to do so. Can be very deceptive while speaking, although differentiating between truth and lie would be the latter of your concerns as she is not one to lightly give out information in the first place. Will tell the truth in desperate situations, but only partially. Otherwise, expect nothing but riddles. // Light skin, shoulder-length choppy black hair left down. She is only ever seen in one outfit and one outfit only at any given time of year, which consists of a white dress shirt, black blazer, dress pants, top hat and cape, as well as visibly stained white gloves. Eye color is unknown due to the black blindfold(?)/eye covering she wears. // She does not in fact sleep, as during the night is when she can wander freely wherever she wishes. She also owns a large scary saw :))).

❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Weekly #3
…I thought this deserved to go on here LOL.

Encryn's Absolutely Nonsensical Weekly™ || 2071/1500 words

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Part 1 - Finding A Topic || 228/200 words

I’ll admit, coming up with a solid idea for this took me quite a while. I had a few ideas, most of which were purely for the laughs since–hey, it’s a weekly. What fun would it be to write about something like, say, a weekly on essay writing? Sure, I’d take an essay over writing a self-introduction any day, but I doubt writing a workshop on doing research is anything new for all of us. After debating between sharing my little over two years’ worth of S-POP knowledge in a weekly on either group or company creation and my arguably, much much more proficient field of creating the most nonsensical weekly one can possibly come up with. And to no one’s surprise, I settled on the latter. Yes, my exact words were “I was thinking of doing one where absolutely nothing makes sense”, so take that as you will.

“But Encryn,” you may ask, “Wouldn’t anything that encompasses a non-fictional setting or general concept be considered, well, ‘doesn’t make sense’?” Ah, but you see, that’s where I got stuck on as well–until I came to my completely lawful senses that this was, in fact, the whole point of this weekly. This entire concept is anything but logical to begin with, and your intention would be to not only confuse your readers, but perhaps even better, yourself as well ;).


Part 2 - Splitting The Topic Into Parts || 269/150 words

Part 1 - Brainstorming
Welcome to this first part of the weekly! To start us off, begin by brainstorming a couple of ideas for your story. You’re free to use as many or as little elements as you wish–the whole point of the weekly is to create something unconventional anyways. You’ll be ready to move on to the next part once you’ve written 200 words worth of ideas, have fun!

Part 2 - Making Rules
Now that you have a (hopefully decent) list of story ideas, pick one (Or a few!) and further expand on the premises of the world dimension ;D in which your story takes place by creating a set of ‘rules’ that your story abides (or does not abide) by. This weekly part will be considered completed by writing–you guessed it, 200 words. Now go out there, you make the rules, so go wild ;)

Part 3 - (Confused as to why the title is gone, hm? Well, you'll just have to wait and see…)
Start by taking a read over the workshop below (written by yours truly ;D) for additional tips and guidance to your already utterly nonsensical journey all the more confusing for all of us. (After all, what's the fun in having everything make sense all the time? That's right, there wouldn't be any.) Write a short excerpt of 200 words in reference to said workshop to complete this part of the weekly.

Part 4 - So… What's next?
Take everything you've learnt from the previous parts and incorporate them into a short story in a minimum of 200 words. Best of luck, wanderer!

Part 3 - Writing A Workshop || 683/350 words

How to Confuse your Readers (And, more likely than not, Yourself in the process As Well ;D)

Introduction
Why, hello there. If you've been directed here because of Encryn's Absolutely Nonsensical Weekly™, you're in the right place! As the title may suggest, this workshop will go through a couple of ways you can go about making your weekly all the more confusing. Now, I would very much hate to stall you for any longer, so let's get right into it!

Plot Twists
Most readers are naturally inclined to anticipate plot twists. Although it's often flabbergasting to have them occur all of a sudden without prior warning, setting too many clues ahead of time would also decrease the impact of what was supposed to be the climax, the rumored “big moment”. A go-to tactic to combat this is- you guessed it, red herrings! A classic in mystery novels as well as what we all know as Spost Heculation. Besides the actual valid hints, it's more than common to run into a few of these false warnings along the way. Just throwing in a couple of these vibrant fishies works like a charm to throw readers off on the wrong trail.

The Anti-Plot Twist
In contrary to the above, you can, alternatively, choose to not have a plot twist at all (And before you go on about how that'd be boring, most of those fairy tales we all know and love are, more often than not, completely straightforward). Throw in a couple of questions and teasers here and there to mislead readers into thinking that you're leading up to something, Perhaps, the biggest plot twist is that there is, in fact, no plot twist at all ;)).

Unreliable Narrator
A fairly common trope in fictional writing (And a fun one, at that!), the use of an unreliable narrator to tell your story can also be a great way to incorporate the element of confusion into your story. Unreliable narrators can usually be found forgetting lines, mixing up information, or even intentionally hiding parts of the truth from the readers, making them an extremely useful tool to-did I say “tool”? …I can assure you that no narrators were harmed in the process of creating this weekly, nor do I condone inhumane actions to any extent.

Intentional Mistakes (…Or are they?)
Did you catch the mistake in the weekly earlier? I'll give you a moment to find it if you haven't. Found it yet? Ah, there it is.

“Welcome to this first part of the weekly!”

Here, the correct gramatical form of the sentence should be “Welcome to the first part of this weekly”, but “the” and “this” were switched for a… More stylistic approach, if you may, while not being too obviously incorrect. Many authors invent their own conlangs, vocabulary, or special grammar rules to incorporate into their novels to add to the identity of the world they're building. Even just the occasional swap of words and letters can add meaning to the feeling you're trying to convey. …And I should probably move on to the next point before I start writing an essay on how you can use mixed-up letters and capitalization to hide messages- That would probably be best saved for a separate workshop.

Misdirection Diversion
Ah, yes, another classic- (…I suppose not so much in writing, but in- Other places ;))),) You'd think stories would only follow a central plot all the way through, but oh, no, that is not always the case. In fact, most non-reality TV shows often have “filler episodes” that aren't essential to understand the main plot, but really only serve to stall the actual storyline (/hj LOL) and provide a bit of extra content for viewers to enjoy without having to worry about the inherent doom of what would otherwise be… Alright, alright let's not go off track here. Take a couple of paragraphs to distract your reader from the chaos of everything else that's going on, perhaps even introduce a new concept that might or might not be vital to understanding the rest of the story.

Part 4 - Swapping Weeklies With Someone || 891/800 words

222/200
…Wow. This made me realize I only started making apps this year. Huh. …Anyways xD.

SWC
ENCRYPTED - Mar 2025
- First SWC app, second leader app overall
- Grayscale color scheme
- Perhaps what (partially) inspired the new alias. …Or maybe that's just classic Encryn for you.
- Symbol: //

AMIDST - Jul 2025
- Second SWC app, third leader app overall
- Burgundy accent color, generally grayscale and dark in other areas.
- Short for “Accelerated Multidirectional Inter-Dimensional S? Terminal”.
- Uses Roman numerals instead of standard Arabic numerals, was the first Encryn app to do so.
- Symbol: ❱

SDC
The Billage of Perception: chapter one - Feb 2025
- First SDC app, first leader app overall
- Album by Billlie
- Lyrics are included in the album
- Dark green, sand, and black as the main colors, taken off of the original album cover
- Symbol: |||

Beyond the Beyond - Aug 2025
- Second SDC app, fourth leader app overall
- Song by tripleS
- Eighth track of <ASSEMBLE24>
- Uses Roman numerals instead of the standard Arabic numerals once again, following AMIDST.
- Colors taken off the original album cover, also generally grayscale looking but is, in fact, Non (-gray)Scale (/tripleS ref LOL) as the background has a slight sand-colored tint to it.
- Symbol: ▞

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…Alright. Where do I start. I suppose it's fair to say that we can separate SWC from SDC, since all of my SDC apps so far have only been based on either a singular song or a few select songs from an album. Although there's not much to talk about SDC, we have… A lot, in terms of SWC apps only. ENCRYPTED was my first SWC leader app, (although not my first idea for one,) and that app is so far the only fully grayscale one as well. …Naturally, my mind goes to LOONAVERSE lore, with how ViViD's MV starts out without color, so perhaps something similar is at play here. The symbols are what's most intriguing to me, however, since ENCRYPTED had two slashes (//) and AMIDST had a thick arrow bracket (), which could also be interpreted as the two slashes rotated and put together, one above and one below, suggesting that the latter builds off of the former, which definitely wouldn't be a far stretch at all since AMIDST was when Encryn adopted the new alias of, well, “Encryn”, to which the name was derived from the word “Encryption”. Additionally, AMIDST is the cabin concept covered in the Encryn submission of the previous session's second weekly.

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SDC timeline:
Billage of Perception -> Beyond the Beyond.
Not much to this one at all since these were taken from the discographies of two separate groups entirely, perhaps the only thing that can possibly connect them is how both start with a “B”, which could be tied into the previous Encryn username.

SWC timeline:
…They coexist at the same time.
Both of the ENCRYPTED and AMIDST apps are a flashback to the past. AMIDST was something that was created partially due to ASTRXS, a project that was supposed to be a story-based group (that never quite happened), then further explored in Weekly #2 of March (If I'm not mistaken). The original concept for AMIDST was supposed to have a picture frame, one like the ones in ENCRYPTED, as well as other teasers to potential future apps. The setting of the former app was supposed to be in the AMIDST building, theoretically. In theory, you could say that ENCRYPTED could only come after AMIDST in the sense that to hang up all of those frames would require a wall to be in place, but I feel as though those details don't matter too much in terms of deciding what future apps should look like, haha.

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If I were to create another application, I would focus on what happened before any of these two currents apps have covered so far. I feel as if there just- Isn't enough context for one to really understand the setting of these two at the moment, (and this is quite possibly also something that I might end up doing in a future application… I have plans, let's just say.) and so I would create an application that goes into more detail the past of these. Both the app titles so far have been uhh- Singular words, stylized in all caps, and so that would have to be the same for this third application as well. PAST? That- I don't know :'D. BEFORE… I mean, that could work. I could also turn it into some sort of acronym if I wanted, like with AMIDST… That'd be going the opposite way, but if it works, it works xD.

The general concept of this application would be, as stated before, to explore what was BEFORE the events of ENCRYPTED and AMIDST. Since AMIDST is a burgundy color and I hope for there to be an app in the future that would have a general red theme (But you didn't hear that from me ;D), it'd make sense for this one to be either in between burgundy and red, if it were to be shared before, or rather a more purple color as a nod to what was “BEFORE” (i.e. my old profile), or orange if it were to be shared before.

❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Daily #25

Nycren^X || 353/ words

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“That took you a while.”

Nycren shot Nycren a not-so-friendly glare. “Took you around as much. And oh, can I assure you, we've seen way worse. You'd think we'd all be more than used to this by now.” Oh, yes, definitely hostile.

“What was that phrase they all go about saying? ‘The past is in the past’?” Nycren was sitting in a corner, legs crossed and paper cup in hand. “Yes? No? Hahh, alright.”

Nycren forced a smile. “At least we all know it hasn't been the first time something I've attempted has blown completely out of proportion–one might even say dimension.” The girl gave a light chuckle, and some others proceeded to follow. The rest were either too busy minding their own business or were perhaps just simply too tired to care anymore. After all, it was quite late. Yet, it was this time, at the dead of night, that felt most comforting to Nycren and… The rest of the Nycrens. (Perhaps we'd be better off numbering them, don't you think? It would make this all a whole lot less confusing.) (Or not. Aren't they all technically the same person anyways? I don't see why the extra effort would prove to be necessary.) (Oh, bother, there are two of us narrators too.) (…What was your name, again?) (I can tell you one thing, which would be that it's not “Again”. …Anyways.)

Nycren took a sip of the coffee. “Surely one of us has an idea on how to get us all back to…Wherever we came from.”

“Ah, yes, you never fail to remind me that we definitely don't all share the same memories.” Nycren 01 got up from where she was seated (No, not the rooftop floor, that'd be Nycren 03. …Or was that 04? Oh, and did I mention they were on a rooftop?) (No, you haven't.) (That's right, and you haven't either.)

“Oh, no, we really don't. You're the only one who knows about the Initiation.”

“I've told you a couple of times already, haven't I?”

“Says the eternally indecisive.”

“Oh, so that's what took you so long, I'd assume?”

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❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Weekly #4
I died </3.

“…Do I really have to write my weekly on a rock?” - Encryn, 2025 (Spoiler alert: Yes. Yes, it happened.) || 2145/2017 words

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Elements Used

Toes - Cliffhanger
Frying Pans - New POV
Arson - Plot Twist
Thor - Flashback
Mango - New Character

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Part 1 - Outline || 369/300 words

Exposition:
Short explanation of the origin of the story. Also known as: Definitely not sarcastic and definitely not something that was built off of a singular random, spontaneous thought that occurred one random afternoon. Give them a warning of just how bad the story is going to be as well, because this atrocity should most probably be marked with a bunch of big exclamation marks. Introduce our wonderful protagonist (who definitely does not take the form of a random rock on the streets of who knows where) and bring into context the setting of the story.

Rising Action:
Actually lead into the main part of the story, where the rock goes about its daily… Activities, which include being walked over by ants and other tiny insects and creatures, being kicked and thrown around by children who come across it, and so on. Everything goes on as usual for the most part, as it is every other day, until the rock ends up in the hands of a group of what some may call “extremely chaotic” children, whose hobbies include picking up random rocks they find on the streets and throwing them around with no specific target. (Add something on how it’s quite surprising that they haven’t gotten hit by rocks themselves yet… And then, right there, someone gets hit by the rock because we need a plot twist LOL.)

Climax:
The rock somehow (well, technically we all know how, but I’m unsure whether rocks understand the meaning of “context”- Oh, that’d make a good line to add in as well,) finds itself on a rooftop. (Wow, how climactic, it’s at the top of the mou- Pyramid, quite literally as well.)

Falling Action:
The rock gets found by an unsuspecting Encryn, (who was doing some definitely legal and not at all dangerous… Things :)). She is also the “new character” of this story.) and she decides to keep said rock with her. Switch POVs, and insert a flashback to, uhh, let’s say throwing rocks around. Perhaps the reason no one’s gotten hit by rocks even with their amount of energy is because of some external factor…

Resolution:
The rock and Encryn lived happily ever after :). …Or not. (Insert someone screaming here.)

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Exposition - 307/300 words
Welcome to the life story of a rock. Or, in a slightly-less-short form, the reason Encryn now owns a rock that she will not part with. This is a completely true tale and was definitely not made up last-minute by a very tired Encryn who needs points and wants words. Yes, this may seem like a very random story, but it is the very reason you see the Encryn you do today… Alright, that may be taking it just a little bit too far.

You see, this rock was just like any other rock you might find lying on the street. A (probably) non-sentient being that is as tough as… A rock. Just a rock. Just like how all the Kens are just Kens, all rocks are just rocks. Nothing too fancy, but that was all a rock really needs to be, right? But of course, like any other good story out there, it’d be utterly useless to write about something that isn’t about breaking the norm, the same old tropes and stereotypes we’ve set on the world around us that really, in the words of one, are quite possibly nothing more than social constructs. And therefore, here we are, following the journey of a singular rock that just so happened to become one of the most cherished of its kind after the past events of its undeniably “rocky” (Ha, see what I did there?) life.

Our story begins in a very random patch of soil under a very random tree in a, you guessed it, very random neighbourhood. The rock–no, rocks do not come with name tags, and so we may never know the true identity of our little friend, but what’s to worry about? We don’t quite know anyone else in this story, now, do we? Anyways. We best not stall for any longer, hm?

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1338/1300
You really wouldn’t much to come out of a story about a rock. And that shouldn’t be too surprising at all, considering the fact that rocks are, in fact, perceived as non-sentient objects by most, (which isn’t even too far from the truth, if I do say so myself, ) and as for feelings… Let’s just say rocks aren’t the most sensitive of the bunch. But hey, I’m a rock (no, silly, I’m not the same as the narrator who wrote the exposition you might have read above! I’m an actual rock, duh.), and I’m talking to you. And I definitely wouldn’t have expected that I, out of all rocks, would end up where I am right now. It’s a long story, but I’ve got all the time in the universe to tell you all about it, so here we go!

My days as a rock are, as you may already have guessed, very dull. In every rock’s defense, it’s definitely at least a tad bit brighter than having to live life the “rocky” way, which… Isn’t really not the case either. If rocks could sigh, there would be a line about me sighing. “The rock sighed”, or something along those lines… It does sound a bit odd, though. I guess the humans that invented grammar and decided that rocks had to be non-living objects do have a point, huh. It’s the same every day–us rocks don’t sleep, so you could say every night is the same as well. That’s when we’re undisturbed, where we can finally enjoy a break from the frenzy that is the hours of daytime. In the light of day, however… Oh, boy, do we have a lot to say. The ants really love a visit, for one, and they’re not even the only ones. I’ve been stepped over by ladybugs, beetles, grasshoppers, and all sorts of creatures. Have they ever heard of personal space? Clearly not, because I do not feel as if my voice is being valued in this ecosystem. …Oh, right, I can’t speak. Ah, bother.

My day went on quite as normally as any other day. A few ants from the neighbouring colony came and took a trip to Mt. Totally Random, Extremely Obscure Rock, and a few flying insects hovered above me for a while as well. Not sure if that was intended, but it was something to glance at. That was the amount of “majestic” that I could never have, those vibrant coats and colorful wings. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not at all jealous of those insects, though. My lifespan as a rock has allowed me to be much of a wise one, if I do say so myself. I’ve lived through quite the amount of uprisings, societal movements, and all of that. Oh, and a bear migration as well.

And of course, who could forget the children–the young ones love to pick up any rock they come across, just as long as they aren’t extremely muddy and practically don’t even look like rocks, and throw them around. They throw them everywhere, really. I’m surprised I’m still within the boundaries of the city. I have keen observation skills for a rock, for your information. But seriously, my point is that everything went fine. It was a completely normal day in the life of a normal (or not) rock like me, but little did I know, it was about to get crazy. And oh, boy, when I say crazy, I mean crazy. Very crazy.

It was them.
Yes, them.
The very group of nasty little children who do nothing but cause havoc wherever they go. Once they got into trouble for digging out the entire trash can and hiding inside them for an entire night just to scare those poor workers who had to take the trash out the next morning. Filthy, really. Both figuratively and literally. Another time, they took frisbees and flew them in between apartment buildings. Those windows have seen better days. Much, much better days, even. I’d do something but–I’m a rock. There was nothing I could do, nothing of even the slightest bit of significance that would prove useful to the situation.

Imagine how I felt when one of them lifted me out of the grass I was resting on at the time and grasped my rocky surface with his filthy little hands, dripping with sweat from all of that running and chasing from earlier in the day. His face was filled with glee as he launched me into the air, aiming at the awaiting hands of his friends on the other side. And no, this isn’t the first time I’ve come across these few–or rather, it wasn’t the first time they had come across me, lying hopelessly on the ground for someone to pick up and toss into the air into who knows where… It’s a miracle that no one in the group’s ever gotten hit by a rock they’ve played catch with, or perhaps, me, bef- …Ouch. So much for the attempt at a positive thought.

I felt myself slam into the cranium of one of the children. And they were mad, alright. I’ve never felt such anger and power in a throw, never felt myself glide so high through the air, and I was only going higher, and higher, and even higher… That was when I realized what was going on. The one who had gotten hit by me just earlier got so mad that they decided their best course of action was to throw a rock such as myself so high up into the sky it might just land on the head of some other unsuspecting person. It was almost hilarious, but of course, in what would probably be classified as an overly sarcastic way. When I finally came to my senses again, I found myself on a rooftop.

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“Pathetic.” I jumped off a railing to the nearest rooftop. “They really never learn,” I added with a slight chuckle. It was usually here, up above the rest of the city, that I found peace and calm, but just then, it was quickly disturbed by an object that had come in contact with the edge of my shoe. What I didn’t quite expect, however, was that what I turned and saw was– “A rock…?” Just a rock. Nothing else. “Huh.” Surely I wasn’t expecting it to be a person–I had mapped out the area since quite a bit ago, and it was clear that not many civilians would ever make their way up to the roofs of even the very building they themselves lived in, not to mention just about any other one of these high-rises. I kneel down and pick up the rock with a gloved hand.

“So that’s where you all end up. …Does no one else come to realize the constant decline of city’s rock population?” I joked, quite aware that I was speaking to a small rock that I had found on the rooftop of a random building. Ah, this day has just gotten a lot more interesting.

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I felt a slight nudge. What was that-? I was undure of my surroundings, other than the fact that I was probably thirty feet high up in the air, this close to being stepped on. (Must be a pain to be in this position if you weren’t a rock like me… I mean this in no offense to anyone, by the way.) Just then, I felt myself being picked up. What was this texture? It didn’t feel like any other hand, it felt like I was being enveloped in some sort of fabric. They call them gloves, right? My bad, I need to brush up on some of my human vocabulary… The next thing I knew, the human was talking to me. I could barely hear what they were saying, as interception was being interjected by the gusts of wind that blew past the two of us. I didn’t know it could get so chilly up here…

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I didn’t know it could be like this. I really had no idea what other way there was to live life besides get thrown around all day, being climbed over and everything and just overall being- ignored, I suppose. Insignificant, used for nothing other than entertainment that lasts no more than a couple of minutes, and that was it. I didn’t know the true meaning of what life as a rock could be, that I could be so much more… And even all of this sounds like overkill, doesn’t it? Because it is. Nowadays, I’m living in the pockets of this… I’m not sure of her name, she’s never told me, but I’m getting carried around. In a way that isn’t, well, being thrown. And that… I couldn’t be more grateful.

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Will update this.