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MC
MC
Dec 02, 2019

How do you make yourself controversial in a Vlare blog?

Do you say outright horrible stuff in order to break those laws?

Do you get yourself banned in order to make a statement?

Or just say, screw it, I'ma do it, and post yourself naked?

Do you have to cuss and say you hate a certain type of group?

Or just picture yourself with a gun with a shoe that you pooped?

Or maybe set your blog to "has mature contents"?

So no one can know what you said unless you press the tab on it?

What makes it so controversial to say outright stupid shit?

In order to make yourself well known as an asshole that isn't wit.

All it be known to a future very uncertain.

To people who don't give a fuck and in the next day cry behind a shower curtain.

It's sad, don't you think, that it's a cruel world out there?

Anyways, I'ma play Minecraft right now while I'll laugh my ass off in this chair.

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Ethanos
Ethanos
2 hours ago


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Maynaze
Maynaze
Dec 04, 2019

Vlare's Twitter recently made a fatal mistake in regards to how highly I view myself and how their opinion may slightly differ. This simply will not do.

My video later today will serve as a means to seek justice from this completely understandable situation that isn't a big deal to anybody aside from myself. See, if there's one thing you don't mess with, it's the ego of an egotistical man with fantastic facial hair and firm, supple buttocks that belong on every tasteful cover of Sports Illustrated. To those who are out of touch, I'm of course referring to myself.

Vlare will regret ever making this mistake. Let's just say, #FollowMaynaze

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Justin Hughes
Justin Hughes
21 hours ago

I recently made my account here on Vlare.tv, and have already uploaded a few absolute bangers.

Please follow me and share my account with your friends if you have any, I promise my videos will change their lives for the better forever.

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Ethanos
Ethanos
Dec 03, 2019

Hoe could I be so foolish, the blood-lust shadow trapped me in my own home.

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It might not be good because I'm on the bus and I'm trying to finish this quickly. (I get motion sick easily)


Try the one sentence horror story yourself in the comments

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MC
MC
Dec 01, 2019

Rap attack.

It's the force to lack.

The superior version of Minecraft is back.

Two letter word is all you need baby.

MC in the house with comedy on blogs to the streets of Hades.

Yeah.

Yeah...

Yeah.....

Uh...

Huh.

I thought it would be easier to rap.

Now I can't seem to put lyrics in my brain to react.

The force is coming to me and I feel somewhat coursing towards me.

Maybe it's best to yeet myself out of this weird treachery.

I feel like it needs to be uniformed with the categories of blogs that we have.

So we can say things so that people won't get confuse while we show off our calves.

Yeah.

Wait.

Calves?

Um...

Yeah.

Let's just go with that.

Calves in halves that sight towards our paths to cross over the psychopaths and sociopaths in order to get away their tasks while we run away and drive to the center of the mass where we pray to Jesus Christ in order for us to not show that we are ass.

Mass attack in center as they bring us their own wrath, skip away with spinning cartwheels while their going crazy looking mad, craziness is random now we are regretting that we are sad, hopeless is the cause and all we can do is hope to dab.

Wait.

Dammit.

I made it cringy.

I mean it was already cringy before but crap.

Uh.

Yeah.

Dab on that haters.

Yeah!

...

I need help.

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Ethanos
Ethanos
Dec 03, 2019

Hey guys this is the first chapter of my book I'm writing, if you have any editing suggestions or suggestions comment below!

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Treaties and Alliances - Chapter 1



The Great war between the three gods that had warped and shaped the land of Absolute Xero into a planet with extreme climates in all hemispheres. Cold at the top and bottom of the planet and extremely hot in the center ranging out to cooler climates farther towards the poles. The land shattered into islands spread through the small ocean. According to the religion of the people here Xero was the first planet ever created by the Trinity and because of this Xero and all the races on it were the beginning. The three greatest races, by their own standards and in military might and wealth, were the Ramoldian created by Balzamoth the Bringer of Death and Destruction. Angelicans made by Iskan the God of Space and Time. Ezrika God of life and Creation made the Eynorm. 

    The three gods were at peace for years after they made their people but then a group calling themselves the Xeos made up of all three of the different races began worshiping a false god called Xeon in a religion known as Xeonistic. The gods of Tristan were infuriated that their children had forsaken their parents and followed a corrupt false god. They willed their loyal children to band together to stop this threat but they feared the Xeos so they hid in their kingdoms frightened still to this day while waiting for the Xeo threat to be driven from their homes.  In their fear they attacked each other hoping this would solve their problem but a darker more ancient danger was awakening and it was hungry for blood.
1302 Years Later…

    In the hot deserts of Carabi in the center of Absolute Xero lies the homeland of the Ramolidins. A strong race of warriors that have evolved into a lethal weapon able to survive and fight in any climate without faltering. Extremely strong and very Intelligent they genetically enhanced their warriors to be the best taking children at the young age of six and molding them into warriors that even unarmed can kill you just as easily armed. One such child, a boy born to a middle class family was one of the many children selected for this burdensome task. He was named Rouge and he was the second youngest of a family of all girls. Because of this he was the most valuable member of the family because he carried on the name of the family and he was the one child that could move the family up to a higher class depending on his success in the military. 

Not that the girls couldn’t they were just less likely to be recognized for their accomplishments. On the day of his sixth year under the sun he was brought before a group of recruiters there to test to see were he would place in the military. Rouge looked up at the three of them wondering what they would have them do. The man in front knelt down to look Rouge in the eye. He was short by Ramoldian standards so him kneeling was not very far from his original height. He had a short red beard kind eyes and a close shaved head. “Boy” said the man, “Do you First son of the Rels family except the responsibility of holding all of your family's honor by completing these trials and joining our order?” Rouge stood stock still and gave a stiff nod. The short man looked him over and then he stood and held out his hand. Rouge looked at it cautiously and when the soldier did not remove it he reached up and took it. The man’s large hand curled around Rouge’s and he and his two comrades led Rouge to the port were a small group of young Ramoldians stood huddled. In front of them floated a long sand skimmer used to transport water and resources from far away farms. 

Once Rouge and his couriers reached the skimmer the short man turned to Rouge and released his grip on his hand. He gestured for him to join the other boys in the group. Rouge noticed very few of his childhood friends there in the group most were complete strangers and obviously this was the case for most of the children. A few had red eyes that had been caused by constant crying. The only strange thing about this situation was that there was no big celebration no departure ceremony that Rouge had seen when warriors left to go exploring or when a lord would come from the capital to check on the food supply. The port was completely void of people the only noise to be heard was the soft whooshing noise of sand being pushed by the wind. No sooner had Rouge arrived that the children were ushered on to the skimmer and into chairs with straps on them.

    Once every child was seated the twenty or so men onboard hurried about to every chair and fastened all of the straps. Tying the children to their chairs and not allowing for escape. Once every child was securely strapped in the short man that had led Rouge here singled for the helmsman to push off. The sails were thrown open and Rouge felt the skimmer underneath him shift forward. As they moved out of the port the skimmer caught the strong wind of the desert and the sail billowed and the skimmer shot out towards the sun going up large sand dunes along a large red sandstone cliff off to their left. Not a cloud in the bright blue sky. Rouge thought it was beautiful and freeing.

    After about two hours multiple children including Rouge started crying for water and for food or for their mothers. The food was a hard piece of bread with a small sip of water. Eventually the moaning quieted to a low sniffing. After sixteen more hours one boy started screaming about seeing water and how thirsty he was even though the men had just passed out water rations thirty minutes ago. One man, a tall bearded one, walked back to the boy and tried to calm him but the boy was inconsolable. So in the end the man released the boy from his restraints and lead him to the back of the skimmer and pushed him off many children cried in protest and confusion kicking and pushing against their restraints till the man call out that he would do the same to them all if the weren’t quiet. Soon the skimmer was silent except for the murmur of sailors and the swishing of the wind.
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Ethanos
Ethanos
Dec 04, 2019

Not Done 1,2] The Trials - Chapter 3 

A child’s body and mind is more open to 
change than an adult’s is. Which is why 
we use Children at the young age of six 
to undergo the rigorous training,
genetic modification and muscle therapy.
Dr. Oswald during an interview GSSCwhen asked why 
the use of child soldiers in the Iron Legion was 
necessary. 03/19/1302

The hot sun beats down upon Rouge’s exposed back as he ran his twelfth mile his throat burned from lack of water and his lips cracked from the lack of moisture all he could taste was iron. He had not stopped since his 1st were their instructor, Sergeant Black, had cracked his knee with a baton. Rouge ran slower than he had on his first but that helped him not throw up like on his first, his reason for stopping in the first place. 

As he crossed the finish point he limped over to the water station and filled a cup to overflowing. He guzled it down it tasted so good he got two more cups and on his third he stood there for a few seconds then it all gushed back out like a geyser. Sgt. Black scowled at him, “Recruit! What was the first thing I told you to do after running?” Rouge rose to attention and responded, “Well sir I was thirsty and I thought…” the baton came out of nowhere and cracked against his ribs, “WRONG!” Black Yelled “I said to walk half a lap to cool down then sip a cup of water not guzzle down three and waste it all on the concrete. Now you get a cup and sip it and I swear If I see you vomit one more time recruit I will personally break your neck so you can”t! Am I understood!” Rouge groaned, “Yes, sir.” Black’s face turned red and he crouched down and screamed, spittle spraying Rouge’s face, “I said AM I UNDERSTOOD!!!” Rouge jumped up and yelled back, “SIR, YES SIR!” Black pointed down the runway that they had been running on all day, “Then get that water, drink it and move your sorry backside down and back now or else!” he finished with a waggleing of the baton. Rouge grabbed a cup of water and hurriedly walked down the runway sipping the water as he went. The other boys that were walking as well looked at Rouge. 

One came over followed by four others. The first one patted Rouge on the back causing him to choke on his drink from surprise, “Hey man the sarge didn’t hurt you to bad did he?” Rouge looked at him, “What’s it to you if he did?” the boy recoiled back with a hurt expression, “Hey man I’m not trying to start a fight we were just wondering how you were.” Rouge looked at the other four boys they were all nodding as well. Rouge nodded and the other boy’s face broke into a wide grin, “Good to hear! Hopefully you listen to instructions next time!” Rouge looked at the boy with a sideways glance, “Yeah will do.” The boy not noticing the glance or Rouge’s tone shook his head and heartily patted him on the back pitching Rouge forward and causing him to stumble. They walked for a few minutes in silence till the boy stuck his hand out Rouge flinched away thinking it was an intended slap but saw it was just a hand of friendship. Rouge cautiously and eagerly reached out and grasped his hand. All the boys smiled, “Names Blar by the way.” said the boy. “The rest of the group are Jaune, Oreon, Vert, and Marron.” Each one nodded at the mentioning of their name. They all looked at Rouge expectantly as Rouge fumbled with his response. After a second he gripped Blar’s hand tighter, “My name’s Rouge.” Blar gave him a thumbs up with his left hand and then released Rogue’s hand. Rouge resisted the urge to rub the feeling back into his hand as they continued walking. 

As they returned back to the runway Rouge saw Black standing there baton in hand, “So I see you made some friends ‘Puker’” Rouge grimaced at the nickname. “Well that's nice and all but did you happen to notice while you were frolicking with your girlfriends that you wasted a whole THIRTY MINUTES OUT WALKING!!!” Rouge and the others looked around uncomfortably, “Just for that I should make you count to one-hundred.” Black looked at them all, “While doing twelve count Burpees and if you miss a number I’ll make you do it again till you can’t walk without counting!” Rouge resisted the urge to groan but heard someone do it for him. “Well then do you have a problem with than Old Yeller or perhaps you would like to do jumping jacks for two hours straight? WELL?” Jaune shook his head frantically. “Well now your doing both of them with the rest of your squad.” Black smiled maliciously. Rouge and the others stood there in complete silence. All of them jumped when Black yelled out, “Well what are you waiting for a written invitation? If so you aint gettin one now start out on my count ONE, TWO, THREE, COME ON BLUE BOY PICK UP THE PACE, SEVEN, EIGHT…” Rouge realized this would be a long hard year. 
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Ethanos
Ethanos
Dec 04, 2019

Thank you all for getting me on popular writers! Tomorrow I'll post more writings of mine. 

But, I would like to thank my mom, dad and my brother for this great honor. xD

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ikec4937
ikec4937
Dec 02, 2019

I wrote three paragraphs, looked at it and said: "Why am I alive if all I do is sit here, writing nonsense?"

Has this ever happened to you?

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