10k DGem Giveaway for 1 winner

[swift ridge]

whats the prompt?

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@vale cave here u go, ping me if thread is not needed

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ask ninxi

[swift ridge]

@vale cave whats the prompt?

[vale cave]

Thanks, the thread wasn't really necessary but its alright ig tyy

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👍

[vale cave]

No prompt, just something entertaining. Using my novel reading expert skills to decide

[swift ridge]

how long min/max?

[sour minnow]

How many pages though?

40 okay?

[vale cave]

No word limit, no minimum words. Just whatever u think will capture attention

[vale cave]

I read like 100k words a day or more from novels alone Go for it!!

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My entry:

Bob born,
Bob grew up
Bob made friends
Bob started school
Bob worked
bob got sick
bob ded

[sour minnow]

Mine is going to have filler arcs. One Piece it is.

[sour minnow]

My fellow. 🌻

Hope I get time from work. Good luck to others too! Hope you guys get it! (Also Rui can I split it in 2? 5k 5k?)

[vale cave]

U can if u want! But don't write a droning story 😂

[sour minnow]

With the time I got I can only export my story in PDFs. Gotta get character improvement in.

[vale cave]

Well my favorite genre to read is horror (tip)

[sour minnow]

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How do I participate? @vale cave

[vale cave]

**10k DGem Giveaway for 1 winner

Deadline: 25/2/2025 1200Hrs GMT+8

Contest: Write an entertaining story (Doesnt have to be about WR)

Send submissions along with ID and Platform

Usual blacklist applies, goodluck **

[visual island]

Okay so I can write a horror story?

[vale cave]

Yes!

[visual island]

Ok thanks

[broken anchor]

Alright peep this amazing story I made on the spot:
As a kid, I was obsessed with War Robots and thought I was a tactical genius. One time, I told my team to “hold the beacons” and charged in with my Destrier like a hero. I got obliterated in five seconds. My team spammed the chat with “bruh” and “why?” I spent the rest of the match watching from spectator mode, realizing strategy might be more than just yelling orders.
JMFYZ9/Steam

[worthy galleon]

hahaha

[vale cave]

Alright no more chatting here- any questions can be dmed to me or ping me in #💬│wr-general . Please put ur entries below this post

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**10k DGem Giveaway for 1 winner

Deadline: 25/2/2025 1200Hrs GMT+8

Contest: Write an entertaining story (Doesnt have to be about WR)

Send submissions along with ID and Platform

Usual blacklist applies, goodluck **

Note: The prize will actually be 12.5k DGems + the extra 10% from webstore (Since it has a higher DGem:Money ratio)

[wise kiln]

Tommy "IronFist" Jenkins hadn't seen daylight in 72 hours, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his phone as he piloted his freshly upgraded Fenrir through the smoking ruins of Yamantau in War Robots, desperately farming for silver. What had started as a casual hobby had morphed into an obsession after he'd been repeatedly demolished by wallet warriors sporting maxed-out Typhons and Shells; now, his fingers cramped and energy drink cans towered beside him like metal sentinels as he ground through match after match, calculating exactly how many more hours of gameplay he needed to afford that final Havoc weapon upgrade that would surely, finally make him competitive. His girlfriend had stopped calling, his boss had left three increasingly concerned voicemails, and his cat had taken to sleeping on his unused pillow, but none of that mattered as the familiar rush of dopamine hit when his robot's cannon tore through an enemy Hawk, the notification for 300 silver appearing on screen – just 45,700 more to go before he could sleep.

KWCXB4/Android

[frozen finch]

So basically this guy wanted dgems,he entered a contest and rlly hoped to win so he could max his luchador out in order to laugh in the faces of all that invested money in mauler.
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00DD6Q/Android

[hidden cobalt]

S1PGTE android
Its about us 3 friends having fun hiking a small mountain(maybe it's a hill) and trying to get a good view of the surroundings, the sea and when night comes the stars through a telescope. It's just a memory before worklife took over us. We still try to atleast do this once every 3 month just so we maintain our bond together as friends and we keep doing what we love. We were all excited, each with our own hiking gear and some snacks and some utilities as well as safety items.
Walking up the hill was very tiring but was very fun. We passed a bunch of flowers which was very beautiful and only grows in that place for whatever reason. We also saw some monkeys jumping from one tree to another in the distance, multiple kinds of birds and bird chirps, thankfully no snakes or other dangerous animals, it was like walking in a nature park but away from everyone, just us and nature. It was very refreshing. Every little animal there was unbothered by us, they even ate some of the little snacks we brought with us. It was so so peaceful and refreshing.
When we reached the top, we saw the best view of everything. It had a nice spring with very clear water,a very nice slow breeze, fresh air away from any pollution, a very clear sky and later a very nice sunset. At sunset we organized our cooking and ate our instant meals and we spent our time joking, playing card games and talking about our own daily lives. At night we set up our camps and pulled out our telescopes and the clear sky allowed us to see most of the stars and some constellations. Lucky us that there were only a few clouds. It was very beautiful. Later we slept together and in the morning we packed up and left, we enjoyed looking at the little wildlife while going down and talked about when we will do this again.
The joy of being together, creating memories, and having fun, even if its for a small moment in our life makes it an unforgettable time. Hopefully we stay together and enjoy more time together.

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Hello everybody. I am Bing.9910 冰 I am writer from China. Im not very good at english but I have many experience typing story in mandarin. My good friend chuii 陈 have help me to translate the book. My game username is Z44K3J and play on ANDROID mobile device. Goodluck everyone. I ask please do not copy me I spent long time writing this story, the name of this book is The Hollow 地狱 and i hope u will enjoy. thanks all.

‘‘Plit plat plit plat..’’ the first few soldiers of heaven were starting to show up, pursuing a duo- one man and one woman. Their bodies, etched with the coldness of the night, scrambled through the muddy, weed-filled fields. Gales of wind howled past their faces, swirling into a tempest formed from rain and dust. From afar, the misty labyrinth appeared almost majestic and holy, as if a celestial being descended to mete out judgement. The ragged breathing of the two echoed across the empty landscape surrounding them. As they heaved their aching bodies to their destination, it seemed like the heavens could not tolerate their existence. A loud, terrifying bolt of lightning, filled with power that threatened to sunder all life, descended just several paces behind them. The horrifying tremor that rose beneath their feets threw them dozens of meters forward. And then, their world was encapsulated in darkness.

‘Ugh..’ A groan escaped the lips of the man as he slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids felt heavy, as if the weight of a thousand men were forcing his eyes shut. As he came to, he surveyed his surroundings, only to find himself in a decrepit, worn-down building. The odd thing was that- not only was the building made out of a material that he couldn’t ascertain, but the building had no floor. He was sitting on mud, yet the mud did not emit any earthy or humid scent. The man shifted slowly, lifting his heavy form off the ground and into a crouched position. He was on high alert, as he had always been when in an unfamiliar environment. At the edge of the room, a trickle of moonlight seeped in from the roof, illuminating a strange, enigmatic symbol that was vaguely present at the top of the room. Despite focusing deeply on the symbol, the symbol appeared eternally blurry to the man.

As curiosity filled his being, he took small trudges forward, careful to avoid the broken branches and twigs scattered in the vicinity. Suddenly, a feeling of frigid coldness filled his left leg, forcing him to halt. At the same time, the sound of a creaking door flooded the room. The man felt adrenaline rushing through his body as he readied himself. With his eyes darting to every corner of the room, he examined the building for any possible escape routes. Finally, the creaking sound ended, and peace was returned. The silence was loud- tranquil, yet ominous..

In front of the man stood a wooden door, clearly in a state of decay. Its dilapidated frame was accompanied by a broken hinge, several holes and mold. Behind the door was endless darkness, almost like a black hole. It was as if the moonlight in the room was being fed… absorbed.. by the darkness. As he edged himself towards the door, he vaguely made out dozens of blackstone stairs leading downwards. The stairs were cracked, clearly stained with the vestiges of time. ‘‘Pat pat pat…’’ the sound of his boots echoed around the stairwell as he descended. As he continued on, a pungent smell of decay and rotting vegetation appeared, pervasively invading his nose. Despite this, he continued downwards for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually, the steps in front seemed to have some sort of liquid covering them. It was brown and viscous, like a sludge. As he encountered this, the man halted and tried to take a step backwards. However, when he did this, he tumbled backwards and descended even further. Shockingly, it seemed as if the orientation of this place had been altered. By taking a step back, he should have been ascending the stairs, but yet he found himself tumbling down. When he stopped tumbling, the man begrudgingly got on all fours, then slowly stood up. He felt a sharp pain at his shin, where there was a gargantuan gash that threatened to split his shin in half. He clenched his teeth as he continued to stand up, astutely shifting his weight away from his injured limb. As he looked around, he was filled with a sense of trepidation as he realized he didn’t know which direction he came from. He was still on the same flight of stairs, and the same, putrid scent wafted into his nostrils. However, when he got up, he realized that there was another set of stone stairs on the ceiling, covered in that mysterious brown sludge.

He looked forwards and backwards, and suddenly realized the stairwell seemed unfamiliar to him. The stairs were not made of stone- but of a very similar material. At first glance, it appeared normal, but it thrummed with some sort of life force. It was subtle, but the man felt like the stairs were somehow moving. Whenever he remained dead-still to test his hypothesis, he would feel that squirming sensation beneath his feet disappear. It was only when he moved, did the stairs move along with him.

Days passed. The man was now crawling on all fours, seemingly on the verge of losing hope. He was still stuck in the stairwell, completely sure that there was something unusual happening. His body ached with exhaustion- his knees and elbows chafed beyond recognition, and dyed with the color of his own blood. Just as he was about to give up hope, he saw a beam of moonlight. A glimmer of hope ignited in him, as he gathered the last of his energy and scrambled in the direction of the moonlight. He did not know if he was going up or down… any sense of direction was lost. However, it did not matter at this point. What mattered was that he saw an opportunity- the light at the end of the tunnel. As he heaved himself out of the stairwell, he let his eyes wander across the new landscape- a long hallway. Despite his exhaustion, he maintained his prudence as he slowly crawled to the corner of the hallway. After ensuring there was nothing in the vicinity, he collapsed into unconsciousness.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the man slowly awoke. He took some time to recover from his addled state before looking around. The hallway was dimly illuminated by streams of moonlight, just barely enough to make out what he was moving towards. He slowly creeped forward, passing by a few broken windows. The cracks in the windows allowed the frigid wind to enter the hallway, causing a light ‘whooshing’ sound. The air glided past the man’s skin, sending shivers across his body. As soon as he felt the glacial temperatures outside, he abandoned all thoughts of escaping through the window. Outside the window was a large, oddly-shaped landmass. There was also a hut, but the darkness around it formed a veil that the man’s eyes could not penetrate.

The man stared outside in a daze for a brief moment, before turning around. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of a bulging, squirming mass behind him in the glass’s reflection. The mass was cloaked in a grey cloth, and was squirming violently. Apprehension filled him as he quickly spun around, only to be greeted by nothing. After a few moments of contemplation, the man attributed the strange occurrence to his exhaustion as he continued forward. Unbeknownst to him, his female companion was in the small hut he saw. Her head severed, her intestines wrenched out, and many of her digits ripped away from her body. In her eyes, a vague reflection of a bulging mass could be seen.

Back in the hallway, the man stumbled forward, his exhaustion and aches clearly apparent. As he continued forward, he found himself staring at a Cross-Junction. He could either turn left, turn right, or continue forward out of a rotting wooden door, which he presumed led outside. It was then when he noticed that blocking his way was a peculiar object. About a meter above the ground, a mask, its face etched with a grin, seemed to have been attached to the corner of the hallway. Half of it was visible to the man, whereas the other half was hidden behind the wall. Below the mask was an emancipated hand. Its fingers were long and pale, with nails that seemed as ancient as the building itself. The fingers looked exceptionally gruesome, especially when you focused on its disproportionate size and the wrinkles present on its skin.

The man’s caution was raised to the extreme as he stared fixedly at the figure. He slowly edged closer and closer. Based on what he could see: the paleness of the figure, the lack of movement, and the unrealistic expression on its ‘face’, the man judged that the figure was simply an inanimate object, likely placed there by a child to scare people. However, as he approached it, the grin on the mask grew imperceptibly wider with every step he took. When the man neared the corner, he could see a large mass, hidden under the same grey cloth he saw earlier. He could not confirm if the mass was connected to the hand or the face, as the cloth was extremely disorderly. Recollection of the mirror’s reflection flooded his mind, causing alarm to fill his system. He immediately backed up to the wooden door, never letting the figure out of his sight.

Minutes passed, the figure remained still. However, it was possible to see a barely perceptible change in its expression. It was no longer grinning as widely as before, and its pupils were staring in the man’s general direction. Its eyes were bloodshot and were opened widely. The man knew something was wrong, and immediately dashed out of the door. Then, he slammed the wooden door shut, which caused a portion of his cloak to be ripped as it wedged itself into the door’s hinges. The man turned away, and ran into the night. The cold air forced its way into his lungs, rendering him breathless. His shin, now gushing with fresh crimson blood, threatened to collapse underneath him. Regardless of the pain, the man continued running into the forest.

Not long after, the man, now panting and shivering, saw an opening in the forest- a large clearing bathed in moonlight. A trace of hope filled his eyes as he rushed towards the clearing. However, when he approached the open area, his face fell, his lips twisted into an ugly expression, and he stopped on the spot. In front of him was the same wooden house. Its door was left ajar, and he could see that the mass inside was gone. All of a sudden, a strong gale blew at him, causing the hem of his cloak to cling around his face. The man sunk into a world of darkness as an overwhelming sense of crisis took over his system. He struggled to get his cloak off his face. He felt as if he was surrounded by devilish constructs, as whispers started to fill his mind. Large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, even in the frigid cold.

Alas, he finally managed to rip the cloth off his face. When he did, he was startled to find that he was standing in a muddy field. This was the exact same field that he had been in, only that it wasn’t raining. However… beside him was the lifeless corpse of his companion. Her intestines had not been ripped out, her head was still attached, and her limbs were still intact. But.. her face was replaced by the same distorted mask that the man had previously seen.

– End –

Written by Bing.9910 冰; 二月二十
Translated by my dear friend chuii 陈

[steady spire]

The Rise and Redemption of Ravana

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A lone figure sat on the cold stone floor of his temple, his voice echoing through the halls. The air vibrated with the intensity of his chants, the sacred syllables weaving through time and space. His devotion was unwavering, his desire unshaken. He had one wish—one that could change the world forever.

And then, the heavens trembled. A blinding light pierced through the temple, and from it emerged the mighty Lord Shiva, his matted locks dripping with celestial energy. The divine being gazed at the man before him and spoke in a voice that carried both thunder and wisdom.

"Ravana, your devotion has summoned me. Speak your wish

Ravana, the demon king with a mind sharper than the finest blade, bowed deep. His eyes burned with ambition as he said to shiva , "Oh, mighty Mahadev, grant me half the knowledge of every person on Earth."

Silence filled the temple. The weight of his request hung in the air like a storm waiting to break. Shiva, seeing the path this wish would carve, sighed and raised his hand. In an instant, the world changed—people gasped as they felt their knowledge slip away, their minds lighter but emptier. Before Ravana, a glowing orb appeared, pulsating with the stolen wisdom of humanity. Shiva placed it in Ravana’s mind and whispered:

"Remember, Ravana—nothing is permanent. The situation will change."

And so, the world moved forward.

29 Years Later…
In a village called Kutch, nestled in the heart of a land long forsaken by rain, a child was born. As his first cries filled the air, the sky roared in response. Thick clouds gathered, and for the first time in twenty-nine years, the heavens opened. Rain fell in torrents, soaking the dry earth, feeding the starving fields, and bringing hope to people who had forgotten its taste.
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The child was named Ram.

The gods had watched and waited, and now, they whispered among themselves. The one who would challenge Ravana’s reign had arrived. A prophecy was set in motion.

Meanwhile, in his distant kingdom, Ravana felt an unsettling shift in the winds of fate. His restless sleep was shattered by a dream—a nightmare of his own downfall. He saw himself slain by a boy no older than fourteen, and the knowledge orb taken from him, returning wisdom to the world.

Dread took root in his heart. He would not allow this.

The Years of Darkness

When Ram turned fourteen, Ravana could wait no longer. He sent his most loyal followers—warriors, spies, and assassins—to find and eliminate the boy before the prophecy could unfold. Yet, the days passed, then weeks, then months. No message of victory arrived.

Fear twisted into rage. His fury consumed him, and in his frustration, he turned against the people of Kutch. Villages burned. Innocents were slaughtered. Those who once lived in peace now wept in the streets, their suffering a testament to the demon king’s desperation.

But destiny was already at play.

Ram, now aware of his divine duty, took up his mission. He had been chosen to return wisdom to mankind. He set forth towards Ravana’s kingdom, knowing that the fate of the world rested on his shoulders.

The Battle of Belief

The day of reckoning arrived. As Ram stepped into Ravana’s fortress, the air crackled with energy. The demon king stood waiting, his golden crown glinting under the dim torchlight. His expression was unreadable—a storm of emotions warring within.

Then, without a word, the battle began.

Blows were exchanged, steel clashed against steel, and magic danced in the air. The walls trembled as their fight shook the very foundation of the fortress. But as the battle raged on, something shifted. Ravana, despite his vast knowledge, found himself struggling against the young warrior.

Frustration took hold of him. "You are but a child!" he roared. "I possess the knowledge of the world! How can you stand against me?"

Ram met his gaze and spoke with a voice that carried the weight of eternity.

"You become what you believe. Beliefs shape reality."

The words struck Ravana deeper than any blade.

The fight continued, pushing them to the edges of a vast pond, where the reflection of the moon danced upon the water. Exhausted, Ravana fell to his knees as Ram reached for the orb. But in that moment, the demon king—once so full of arrogance—broke.

Tears streamed down his face as he clutched at Ram’s feet. "Forgive me," he whispered. "If you take this, I will lose everything."

Ram’s expression remained calm. "Nothing can be gained without losing. Even heaven demands death."

Ravana wept. For the first time in his life, he understood what true wisdom was. Knowledge alone did not make a person right. Power meant nothing without purpose.

He bowed his head. "Take it. Take the orb. But tell me, what punishment do I deserve?"

The fight continued, pushing them to the edges of a vast pond, where the reflection of the moon danced upon the water. Exhausted, Ravana fell to his knees as Ram reached for the orb. But in that moment, the demon king—once so full of arrogance—broke.

Tears streamed down his face as he clutched at Ram’s feet. "Forgive me," he whispered. "If you take this, I will lose everything."

Ram’s expression remained calm. "Nothing can be gained without losing. Even heaven demands death."

Ravana wept. For the first time in his life, he understood what true wisdom was. Knowledge alone did not make a person right. Power meant nothing without purpose.

He bowed his head. "Take it. Take the orb. But tell me, what punishment do I deserve?"

Ram looked at him, his voice steady yet kind. "You must cleanse your soul. Do good, serve those you have harmed, and heal what you have broken. Only when your sins are washed away will you see the path to heaven."

A moment of silence passed. Then, Ram turned, the orb now in his hands. As he walked away, he paused, glancing back at the kneeling figure of the once-feared demon king.

"The strongest hearts are those who heal themselves. You are your own savior."

Ravana watched him disappear into the horizon. And for the first time in centuries, he felt… free.

As the night stretched on, he stood, wiping his tears. He had work to do.

Somewhere, in the heavens, the gods smiled

~ striker

Id AK9834 / steam

I hope i win

( i made this for morales of human it does not inspire from or is a story of hindu myths its just the name of gods from that)

[oblique quiver]

S9SJV8/IOS
I took a little break from the game around start of last year and started playing I have been playing since when fujin and rajin used to be meta anyways in a game I had seen the mauler for the first time and thought it was awesome got destroyed after I loved how the titan could just summon a black hole and just melt enemies but I really didn’t think I’d get it anytime soon come to end of last year Christmas I had a vivid IRL dream of me winning a mauler and just in the game playing I was super excited, wake up and see I have completed challenges and got a titan data pad I open it with my brother and got mauler I went crazy how is that even possible I legit dreamed about it last night. Anyways W bot lol thanks for reading.

[native fulcrum]

EWPTI5
IOS
good luck everyone. I probably won’t win but I hope someone is blessed.
So, one time, while in a game, I was fooling around with a bunch of different builds in wr. However, there was one particular build, the gauss crisis, that I was using at the time. Usually, it’s not the best robot. But, I was blessed with Springfield map. yay. I was doing ok with the build, until I realized I was in a sticky situation…. Better known as a 1v1. And this was against a raptor… yeah… not the most ideal. however, he was on his last bot, and I was not. Unironically, he jumped on me. Ironically, he had such bad aim, he could not hit me even though I was higher up and I could be hit in stealth. It was hilarious to see in try to hit me and eventually I died to his ability. I just thought a little funny experience would lighten the serious mood or was robots. Can’t always be a serious right? You always have to have fun cause at the end of the day, it’s just a game. P.S. @vale cave I have no idea if I’m blacklisted or not since you blocked me so if you would please tell me so that I know?

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I would like to enter a couple life stories of why I believe in Ghosts and stuff:     (Context) my Father passed away when I was 13. 

When I was 23 I was throwing a small Birthday party for my gf.  At the end of the night I was out cold and she fell asleep in my bed with a lit cigarette.. I woke up from being out stone cold.. it would take the dead the wake me and well.. I was woken up be my father yelling and screaming and me grabbing me by the biceps squeezing and shaking which woke me up in time do put the basket ball sized smouldering hole out. Whole house was filled with smoke and it was moments from being 1000 times worse. Afew hours later after clean up I noticed I have perfect handprint bruise marks on my arms where my dad had shook me.

Second time was about 8 years ago the restaurant I worked at was robbed while I was working. 11:30am just as lunch was about to kick off. Two bartenders at the bourse shoe bar, Boss was talking to me on the cooking line and the girls come running “we were just robbed”.  Boss heads to the bar but knowing the layout of the area having worked there for years I just knew the person would go around the back ally to make a clean getaway so I went to the back door and on my way grabbed the pizza knife “1 metre long knife”  took 4 steps towards the door and heard my dads voice above me head to the upper right clear as day “DON’t Do iT”  it was so profound that I didn’t hesitate and dropped it.  Went out the back door pretending to light a cigarette and the robber was right there tucking the money bag and gun in his jacket and pulled his mask down.  Both of us with a sort of shocked look. I hesitate while going to make a move towards him and he draws the gun. I stop put my hands up and back away.  He starts he go and as he turns his back I went to make another move and he turned. For me everything just stopped and I hear “click click click” and see his emotion.. why you! and why didn’t it work.p2⬇️```

From @elfin tundra

[elfin tundra]

p2.
The gun had misfired 3 times and as that happened I just froze and he got away. The man was caught a few days later in another robbery where he shot two people.

Both instances and others to vague to be worth mentioning left me with the profound knowledge that there’s more going on then what we can see with our eyes.

Many different cultures separated by time, never having known of one and other coming to the same conclusions. There has to be something there.

It has been caught on film “balls of energy” leaving a persons body after passing in hospitals upto 3days after death, these balls share the same mass as all the negative space from the human body/brain condensed. So these plasma orbs are “souls”.

Ball lightning phenomena is usually seen near high voltage power lines and lightning rods.
Hospitals and many other tall buildings have lightning rods to ground them however.

In 1989 scientists discovered lightning sprites- leading edge to the electrical discharge from a lightning storm. Sprite starts. Grounding tether goes. They attract and boom lightning.

If lighting hits sand it can create a glass tube. Hold this tube up to a light source and you will replicate every depiction of near death traveling through a tunnel of light.

Electricity is a form of magnetism. The earth and the sun have giant electro-magnetic fields that interact with each other around them.

Our bodies are organic computers , our brains are the processors and our souls are the power source. When we dream we are connected by the ether (subconscious).

If nothing can ever be destroyed only it’s matter changed this really can hold true. When we die our souls are collected eventually by the earths magnetic field to rejoin the sun and perhaps continue on (after going back to the sun I only have speculation).

In the time between rejoining creation many with very strong emotional ties end up staying here. Some to watch over loved ones and keep them save like in my case

[opaque bridge]

NU25KP/Android
Sati Felidae just finished her daily work with Lynx. Man, another day of sheer deaths, gunfires, destruction. How gruesome. The Lynx's built-in weapon is currently having a malfunction from overheating, it's being repaired now. Dude, this is gonna take a long loong time...
On her pajamas, up from the bed, Sati starts glazing at the window. The stars are shining out there. Such a magnificent scenery. Just like when that one Stellar Sirius glow in the battle, or when Samjok blasted those little sparkles... Of destruction.
Destruction...?
Sati, then, takes a look at the ruins of what'd been the populous city of Yamantau. It's completely ruined now. No, skyscrapers, no office buildings, no homes, and no... Life.
Sigh... Is this what humanity's supposed to end up with... cried Sati Felidae. She never wanted to do this. She never wanted to command those killing machines...
Flashback, 12 years ago.
Sati was a 16-year-old child living in the suburbs of Nepal. She was such an energetic girl.
But one day, her mother - one that she loved the most - passed away.
No one was there to take care of her now. She had only one choice. Theft.
5 years later... 15/3/2044
With the development of technology and the sheer greed of humanity, the World War III had started. This time, with robots. It's never been so destructive like this.
Sati was somehow called out to combat. She learned how to command a robot. First she commanded a Destrier, then a Cossack, and finally... a Lynx. A Lynx that'd gone with her through many rampages. The Lynx that had won so many battles. She did find some exhilaration fighting in battles.
But her peaceful inside still persisted. She thought, "Why am I supposed to do this? Being the cataclysm of the destruction of the humanity?" She cried. A lot.
The next morning, Sati got a call. Yan-di has created a Titan version of Lynx called "Leaina" and Sati was called out to command this one.
Another day of misery for the poor woman.

From: @harsh marten

[solar cliff]

One fine sunny day a kitten was looking for her mother whom she lost,she looked and looked but couldn't find her. The next day came and went and the kitten still didn't find the mother. Then the fourth day came and the kitten decided to look under every bush and on top of every single tree but still couldn't find her. So on the fifth day the kitten found it's way home and found her mother! They were so happy that they could not stop laughing even when their master said "stop laughing"

The end.
(My childhood story btw tweaked a little)

39DDXN/ANDROID

[stable roost]

“There was once a p.. prince.. who— uhh..” I stood on the stage, in front of the entire school, hands shaking uncontrollably in cold sweat. It was the final round of the national story-telling competition in Singapore, in which I was selected to represent my school as my story-telling skills had always been top-notch. However, in the final round, I had never seen so many unknown faces before, eyeing me intently as if watching my every move, waiting for me to stumble.

Indeed, their hopes were fulfilled, as just then I had completely forgotten my story. I stood there, rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do next. Just then, a group of teenagers started laughing uncontrollably, one even daring to shout, “Haha! He forgot his speech! What a loser!” After hearing these heart-shattering words, my face grew as red as a tomato, and my embarrassment was beyond what words can describe. In a feat of awkwardness, I ran to back-stage, face buried in my hands as tears started trickling down from my eyes to my cheeks — I had just embarrassed myself in front of a thousand people.

As I ran pell-mell-helter-skelter towards the exit, suddenly i felt a hand tug on my shirt. Unalarmed, I thought it was just my instincts telling me to get back on the stage to repeat my story. “John! What are you doing?” I turned my back, eyes still teary, and saw my story-telling competition opponent, Michael. “I saw what happened out there. Please don’t give up, those teenagers are a bunch of imbeciles who don’t know better. Revise your script one more time and be confident in yourself! You’re a talented story-teller! I believe in you.” Michael, with an encouraging tone, told me.

I wiped away the tears in my eyes using my sleeves, and with hope and determination, I revised my script one more time before going back out.

“Sorry for the wait everyone. There once was a prince who..” I gave my sincerest apologies to the crowd, then proceeded to confidently tell my story.

“And they lived, happily, ever after.” Just then, the crowd broke out into enormous clasp, some even chanting my name and thanking me for such a wonderful story and presentation. I was elated, I couldn’t believe I managed to do it, in front of such a large crowd. I did it.

With all smiles on my face, I thanked Michael as I headed back-stage, and gave him a pat on the back before he went to present.

Though I did not win the story-telling competition in the end, I was still super happy. I had made a newfound, life-long friend, Michael.

HHYD5F/ios

[strange coral]

"Mission: extraction from Kamona"

Kamona, one of the biggest cities which became a warzone, in less than three days. Factories, shops, schools: everything closed. Now, the city is full of people, people wanting to survive, once a big city, became dead field. Everyone had a weapons by theyr side. So did Joel, a man, that is trained soldier. Scouts cities, looking for food and valuables. Its not only this city, that became warzone, there were many. Cities devided, and two factions were made: Colom and Tevila. Joel had a hard time, he needed food, medical supplies, he also needed ammo, because in this word is not safe anymore. Any time, there can be heard shots, people fight even for little can of food. But, one day Joel came to a girl, she was with black hairs, but you can underestimate her anymore. He greeded her, after some time, she revealed that her name is Hecate, daughter of Tevila faction. Fighting for theyr people. But she got lost from her team. Joel thaught a bit, and decided to help her. They didn't have many amunitions, only few grenades, one pistol and one famas. But, Joel had a secret in his underground hangar. Robot, that no one knew he made. Robot name was "Raptor" he could jump high, he had strange weapons, no one knew what it can do. And so, the trip to find girl team started. Will they be able to survive..will they meet enemies? No one knows.

Phew, two games combined in one..lets see if its good one, id: JLDLMG/android

[stray veldt]

A f2p dream, hard but possible
i started playing this game in its early stages, started as a small little game i play once in a while but i quit the game for a few years. coming back after titans were added; i started playing the game way more than before, players have told me to switch from steam to android for ads but i was too deep into the game to do that anymore, now that i knew i was missing out on ads, i had to start grinding more often or i shall say above average..

after i got some advice from the members of this server, i started leveling my weapons more investing into long lasting meta at that time fenrir is a small example, i was improving little by little, doing better on ability usage, minimizing usage of resources to the max, etc.

then, i got the hang of basics on the game, i started entering giveaways more frequently for better equipment, still using some of the equipment i won months ago like the baihu luchador for example, began leveling up titan equipment that is safe from nerfs, of course waiting for the precentage off of upgrades events.

now, time present in 25 im filled with resources and meta equipment, even ultimate equipment that i still use to this day. ultimate ao jun is a prime example.

my advice to f2p's and even some people who spend money on this game, is never go after meta equipment that has been released for a few months already, now i know many people say dont spend money on meta equipment upon its release even but, entering giveaways for these meta weapons is hella of a lot worth it to make your grinding easier. investing in them wisely is a very smart strategy i give out to everybody as a note.

that'll be all, thank you.
FCLTV0/STEAM

[elfin tundra]

iOS / CAE0YZ

[solar steppe]

Hello 👋 everyone, I hope you're well,
Today I'm going to try to explain my (real) story as best I can.
It took place in the autumn of 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣4️⃣, I joined a discord war robot server.
In it, I discussed with people how to make the best equipment and so on.
And sometimes even do vocals to make games
There's one person I get on very well with, but I'd only talk to him in writing, and he was very mysterious.
Unfortunately, I didn't do vocals with him, and he was mysterious because he was extremely keen on cyber security.
However, in class, I sometimes used discord to chat with people etc...
One day, when I was working on a duet, I got together with one of my best friends from my new class.
Once the work was done, I went on Discord and he was surprised to find that he knew me.
When I realized it too, we both hallucinated and felt like we were in a movie.
Since then we've become distant best friends, we do vocals lol😅 and we love telling people this story
I hope you enjoyed our story, I selected it because it mixes discord, war robot and friendship.
If ever 🤞
Pilot id : FWY50E
Platform : IOS
(Yes, I don't have the money to buy a pc🥲 😂)

[night oasis]

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[vernal spruce]

Story Wars Robots: there was a foit a cossack who was walking in the forest but except that he was lost he was with his crush demeter but except that the raptor wanted to be with the demeter so he wanted to kill the cossack to have it that he continued in the forest to find the demeter except that the cossack had a hiding place to spend the night a foit at night fall the raptor continue to search he saw that it was night so he activated the quantum radar to see the night he found the traces of demeter is of cossack the night pass the day gets up he leaves to return to their hangar all 2 but except that the raptore had contacts with the Baihu luchador the father who wants his raptore to be happy he activated the competence of the jump to go more Quickly the Cossack heard an explosion the Baihu Luchador arrived in front of the Cossack the Demeter who called his dad as soon as possible except that it will take time so he decided to run away in the shipOnce the ship left, Demeter's dad arrived the Bedwyr disat at the Baihu Luchador why do you want to take my daughter away from her man, you're going to have to pay him.... A foit the demeter is cossack arrive he activates the advanced repair unit and he walks in the flowers to live happily except that the fight between the bedwyr and the baihu luchador is not over ... My id:5CUQQ0
Platform/Steam

[night oasis]

War Robots: Earth's Last Stand

In the year 2042, Earth's skies darkened as colossal alien ships descended from the cosmos, casting an ominous shadow over humanity's future. The invaders, an advanced and ruthless species, wreaked havoc on cities, leaving nothing but ruins in their wake. As the world's military forces struggled to mount a defense, hope began to wane.

But in the face of despair, a bold plan emerged. The government, realizing that conventional warfare was futile against these otherworldly adversaries, turned to an unexpected source of salvation: the dedicated players of the globally renowned game, War Robots.

In secret, a state-of-the-art military base was constructed, equipped with real-life hangars that mirrored the players' in-game arsenals. Summoned from around the globe, the top War Robots players were brought to this fortified sanctuary. Each pilot was greeted with their meticulously replicated, battle-ready robots, standing tall and gleaming in the hangars.

The players, now Earth's last hope, were tasked with a mission of unparalleled importance. Using their unparalleled expertise and strategic prowess honed in virtual battles, they would lead the charge against the alien invaders. The fate of the world rested in their hands, as they prepared to rewrite the rules of war and defend humanity from extinction.

As they suited up and stepped into their colossal war machines, the players felt a surge of determination. They were no longer just gamers; they were warriors, chosen to fight for the survival of the human race.

The battle for Earth had begun, and the world was counting on them.

IOS/N1469S

[peak frost]

WR is a very good game to play but it kinda have too many hackers but i like it i ve been playing it since i was 6 keep it up (2UG8B5/android）

[crisp shore]

Me and sammy like to go school together but he now broke his leg so we cannot take bus together :( VX5RJP android

[vernal steeple]

I've decided to play war robots today
As that was what I intended
I botted out instantly
Can my heart be mended?
With red in my eye I left defeated
Though tomorrow I will surely win and not leave heated
I tucked myself into bed and was ready to sleep
But deep down I knew that wasn't true and I started to weep
I sucked up my tears and fell asleep
The end.
JVILSF/Andriod

[coral marlin]

This is my entry, the lore surrounding it has a special place in my heart as the inspiration stemmed from a show I watched when I was much younger.

[Title]
Stratadomus: The Last Fleet-Defender

J2HQ2M | Android
https://pastebin.com/yWqY810d (I used this so I don't have to split it between 6 messages)

[tough wave]

War Robots: Graveyard Shift

The mission was routine—secure the crash site, retrieve the black box, and get out. Striker had done plenty of recovery ops before. But as his Nether sprinted across the ruins, something felt off.

Command wasn’t responding.

His squad had landed five minutes ago, but their signals were… hollow. Not jammed. Not offline. Just there—like the callsigns were active, but nobody was on the other end.

His radar flickered. Movement up ahead.

He slowed, priming his Paralysis Beam. A wrecked Griffin stood in the rubble, its missile racks corroded, armor dull with age. Probably another abandoned bot from an old battle.

Then it turned its head.

Striker’s breath caught. The cockpit glass was shattered—empty. No pilot. No power source.

And yet, it took a step forward.

His comms crackled.

"…Striker… where… are… you?"

His own voice.

A cold sweat broke over him. He fired. The Griffin staggered, then collapsed into dust—like it had been standing there for decades.

Then his radar exploded with signals.

Dozens of pings. More wrecks—Spectres, Lancelots, even old Destriers—moving. Their optics glowed red.

Plasma fire rained down. Striker’s Nether dashed through the wreckage, weaving between collapsed buildings. His radar filled with callsigns he recognized.

Pilots who had been dead for years.

And then—

His HUD flickered.

[PILOT CONNECTION LOST]
[AI SYSTEM REBOOTING]

His controls locked. Weapons offline.

The cockpit screen flickered, and his reflection wasn’t his anymore.

Outside, the wrecked mechs stood still, watching.

Then his own Nether took a step forward—without him touching the controls.

A final message scrolled across his HUD:

[WELCOME TO THE GRAVEYARD]

Then everything went dark.
ID: 37HY6V/Android

[little dawn]

Beneath the Waves, Echoes of the Abyss

The year was 1975, and the underwater city was a shadow of its former self. Once a marvel of human ingenuity, it now lay in ruins, its once-gleaming halls flooded and its neon lights which are now flickering like dying stars. The city had survived the collapse, but at a terrible cost. The substance that had once promised miracles, ADAM had become a curse, twisting the minds and bodies of those who had relied on it.
The city was divided. Half of its remaining population had succumbed to a new virus, a mutation of ADAM that drove them into a frenzy of violence and madness, far worse than just a crazed addiction. They roamed the flooded corridors, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light, their bodies twisted and deformed, they were monsters. The other half struggled, trying to rebuild rapture, to create a new life from the ruins of the old. But the threat of the infected was ever-present, a constant reminder of the city's dark past and its future which was hanging on with all but a thread.
Among the survivors was a man named Elias. He was a figure of mystery, a man who had been born in the city but had no memory of his early life. What he did know was that he was different. The ADAM that flowed through his veins gave him abilities that others could only dream of. He could manipulate the substance within his body, using it to heal his wounds, to enhance his strength, to control the machines that still functioned in the city. But the ADAM was a double-edged sword. It gave him power, but it also threatened to consume him. He had moments of total control, but they were often followed by crazed outbursts, moments when the ADAM took control and he became something less than human, he became something far worse, a monster like one of them.
Elias had been living on the fringes of the city, avoiding the infected and the survivors alike, trying to not cause anything which will make him tip over the edge. But one day, he received a message, a desperate plea for help. It came from a group of survivors who had barricaded themselves in one of the city's few remaining safe zones. They were under attack, not just from the infected, but from something worse, something that had once been a protector of the city, but had now become a hunter.
The Big Daddies.
Once, they had been the guardians of the Little Sisters, their huge hulking forms a symbol of the city's twisted morality. But now, they were something else. The new virus had infected them too, enhancing their already formidable abilities with ADAM. They were faster, stronger, more relentless than ever before. And they were hunting the survivors. They too, even with less of a brain than a normal survivor, were crazed by the effects of ADAM.
Elias knew he couldn't ignore the plea for help. He made his way to the safe zone, moving through the flooded corridors with a practiced ease. The city was a labyrinth, its once-familiar halls now twisted and alien. He encountered the infected along the way, their crazed eyes and twisted forms a constant reminder of the danger he was in. He too was hunted, they could sense the ADAM in him, wanting to kill him, eat him alive, anything for a surge of ADAM.

The first encounter was in a flooded atrium. Elias heard the clanking of heavy metal boots before he saw the Big Daddy. It emerged from the shadows, its rusty drill spinning with a low, menacing whine. Elias felt a surge of fear, he knew that they could butcher him, but he also felt a strange sense of recognition. He had seen Big Daddies before, but this one was different. Its armor was cracked and corroded, the gaps in the armour were filled up by an oozing liquid which could only be thought of as a part of the ADAM virus, despite what looked to be injuries its movements were jerky and unnatural. It was fast, way too fast faster than any Big Daddy he had ever seen.
Elias fought with everything he had, using his ADAM-enhanced abilities to stay one step ahead. He dodged the Big Daddy's drill, using his control over ADAM to create a burst of electrical energy that momentarily stunned the creature. But it wasn't enough. The Big Daddy was relentless, its enhanced strength and speed making it a nearly unstoppable force. In the end, Elias had to run, he knew that his life was on the line and that if he didn’t escape in this very moment he would be dead. Fortunately for him he was able to escape with his life, leaving the Big Daddy behind but knowing it would be back.
The encounters continued as Elias made his way to the safe zone. Each Big Daddy was different, each one a new challenge, all were armed in a different way, some bulky, some super-fast. Some were armed with rivet guns, their shots tearing through the water with deadly accuracy. Others had modified their drills, turning them into spinning blades of death. And all of them were driven by a single-minded purpose: to hunt and kill anything with ADAM.
Elias reached the safe zone, but it was already under siege. The survivors were fighting for their lives, their makeshift barricades barely holding against the onslaught of the infected and the Big Daddies. Elias joined the fight, using his abilities to turn the tide. He ignited the infected, setting them all alight, he shocked the water stunning the infected, giving the survivors a chance to fight back. He used his control over the city's machines to create barriers, to seal off the entrances and buy them time.
But the Big Daddies were the real threat. Elias knew that if they didn't find a way to stop them, the safe zone would fall and another group of survivors would be dead. He gathered a small group of survivors and led them on a desperate mission to find the source of the Big Daddies' power. They made their way through the city, fighting off the infected and the Big Daddies as they went. Each encounter was a test of Elias's abilities, each one pushing him closer to the edge of madness.
Finally, they reached the heart of the city, a massive chamber filled with machinery and ADAM. This was where the Big Daddies were being enhanced, where the new virus was being created, where it was being mutated, where the heart was. Elias knew that if they could destroy this place, the virus would be killed off, the infected would all die out and the big daddies would return to being powerful protectors of little sisters not rampaging monsters. For the first time on his journey, he felt a sense of hope.

But it wouldn't be easy. The chamber was guarded by the most powerful Big Daddy yet, a monstrous creature that seemed to be made entirely of ADAM, his armour was cracked all over, the virus filled the gaps with that oozing liquid. It was a living nightmare, its body constantly shifting and changing, constantly adapting to the environment and situation before it, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Elias fought with everything he had, using his control over ADAM to create and use any of the plasmids that he had within him at his disposal, all his attacks seemed to be working, they were tearing through the creature's rotting body. However it was always adapting, each time it was injured it grew stronger, the monster was learning. What may have been a perhaps winnable fight was now no more than a battle of attrition, and Elias knew he couldn't win.
In the end, he made a desperate choice. He let the ADAM surging through his body takeover, he too, would becoming a killing monster, his movements became unnatural like he was changing, the ADAM in his body had taken over, sending him far over the edge, way past the point of no return. Elias could only be described now as a savage beast. He jumped onto the creature, eating it. Taking ravenous bites out of its oozing flesh, killing it too fast it couldn’t adapt in time.
Finally it had come to an end, Elias now a horrific creature had killed the beast, unfortunately also killing the virus which was almost in all living organisms. All the infected, all the Big Daddys roaming around rapture fell to the ground, what looked to be blood leaked out from them, except it was black, disgusting, foul. Elias had done it, he had saved the surviving people of rapture and given the remaining survivors a shred of hope.
The city was still in ruins, but the threat of the Big Daddies was gone. The survivors began to rebuild, to create a new life from the ashes of the old. Its future ever still hanging on by a thread

[little dawn]

G9U5QD/iOS

[wanton prism]

This is my writing, which I spent well over a couple days completing , i’ll elaborate on what I did to create the final product. So to have it stand out, I created it in Canva, so it could resemble a book. I wrote the content directly onto Canva, formatted it for a book like look, and even created a personalized book cover. I then screenshotted each page and saved them to my camera roll. If needed , I can present proof, e.g., the original Canva edit, to assure that it is all my work. Also, AllHeaven requested screenshots, not PDFs, as they were suspicious about downloading files.

Anywho, we never realize how precious something is until it's lost. So, I have written this myth as a remembrance of grief and of lessons learned too late. I hoped it would be right, something universal, yet rarely spoken about. Sometimes, when we lose something , we fail to notice what truly mattered.

So before reading this, ask yourself, What is it that I have been taking for granted?
Hope y’all enjoy my writing
479TP0/IOS

[worthy galleon]

For the readers, kindly read every sentence gently—don’t skim it—and feel the essence of every word.
Likewise, before reading the story, make sure you are not alone in the room, or at least do not turn off or dim your room light. The story you are about to read is based on a true horror story.
…and if you hear something behind you, don’t look back. ♱

~ NN4ST0 | Android
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tYfVfdghBTzvePCHt5GLvNxIi5iTRyRKHtsw9nFu9-s/edit?usp=sharing

[vale cave]

**-- Submissions Closed -- **

[vale cave]

Hi Everyone!!

I had a fun time reading your stories- they were all interesting in their own way, and I hope you read each other's stories too!!

In view of the high quality of some stories, I have decided to give out additional prizes to stories that were fantastic reads in one way or another.

Main Winner: @visual island (13,000 D-Gems) 👏

**Runners-up: **

• @wanton prism (1,500 D-Gems)
• @coral marlin (1,000 D-Gems)
• @sour minnow (1,000 D-Gems)
• @harsh marten (1,000 D-Gems)

Rewards have been sent to all accounts. Thank you to everyone for participating!!