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[nebulas-rogues-gallery]

I believe that introductions are in order, hello you all may refer to me as rogue, I'm a system(as far as I can tell (which just means some of us are in denial)) and I've been here for years but... Yeah I've been reaaaaal busy fighting and training and stuff soooo yeah I plan to make a full YouTube video about this later to describe everything but for now

Nebula or Rogue is fine for addressing all of us, there are... Who knows how many of us but at least 5? Maybe who knows... This is kinda a mess but I like it just like i like this hellsite I've decided to wonder into knowing full well it's full of weirdo's ( like me) anyways unless you want to interact with me or wait for my video that's as much as you're getting for now I like lots of stuff and I'm gonna rant and rave like a lunatic until I feel better and I have my shit finished polished and shined... Btw sorta post script here from one of the others not the 2 talking earlier well one of them the one using () is co-writing this with me but yeah creative stuff analysis and writing as well as voice acting planning on getting into all forms of art sooner or later but for now my YouTube is the scribes scion and I hope to see someone there eventually... Would be kinda depressing if years ago by without any views... Ignore them

Anyways yeah there is more than 5 but our most foolish amongst us is not ready to know about them... Maybe they'll die before hand or something but that's unlikely... Anywhosers this has gone on long enough love all y'all, and that's all folks

[nebulas-rogues-gallery]

Thanks for the inspiration this helped me get over a hurdle.

Welcome Now to this Oddity

Neither can live while the other survives,

As one thrives, yet struggles

and the other strives for perfection.

Will it end in revolt or reunion,

Star-crossed lovers, or sworn in disunion?

Who dare question their power,

As they fall, hour by hour.

Deeper still, they’re pulled below,

Into pits where flaming tempests grow.

Yet, in the chaos, beauty dwells,

A masterpiece framed in fiery hells.

As if by Raphael’s divine hand,

A portrait of ruin, both dark and grand.

A trial awaits, a truth to overcome,

A choice that shapes what they will become.

No fates to guide, no threads to bind,

The power rests in only their hearts and minds.

Today, they cry to the heavens and the earth,

To witness their struggle, their bond, and their worth.

But nobody sees except the Omniscient One,

Who questions their intentions, their deeds undone.

As they visit the chapel with unwavering loyalty,

Their faith burns bright, cloaked in secrecy.

Their powerful might, their battle bloody,

But what of their legacy, dark and muddy?

Will this struggle set them free,

When everything exacts its fee?

Will they hear the desperate plea, 

or Will they flee?

Welcome now to this oddity,

Where fate and freedom are bound in prophecy.

Will it end in insanity or serenity?

What is this monstrosity,

This unfolding catastrophe?