Inventory

I am Frontburner and i am a browncoat !

Ereluf beltalowda! Owkwa beltalowda! You can't silence us!

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I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.

Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity

And you can't take the sky from me.

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And finally ... this question:
The mystery of whose story it will be ...
of who draws the curtain.
Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance?
Who drives us mad, lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?
Who is it ... that tells all these things?

Who honors those we love for the very life we live?
Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we'll never die?
Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies?
Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend?
Who chains us and who holds the key that can set us free?
It's you.
You have all the weapons you need.
Now fight!

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All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack we must seem unable. When using our forces, we must seem inactive. When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away. When far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy; feign disorder and crush him.
Sun Tzu. The Art of War. 380 BC.

Or as i prefer to say:
Sir, we are surrounded !
Excellent ... now we can attack any direction !

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Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness we birth our future.
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Keelah se'lai

Don't stab me now !
Look into my eyes sweety :-)
Meet the Pyro !