The period between March-July has always been the most eventful and dangerous part of the year. Every birth and death has occured in either March or July, and the months between them have always been a time of stress in some form for all who inhabit the Host.
 
And now s3c0ndh4nd feels the power begin to take control of him. The depression. The ache. The feeling of loneliness, and of hopelessness. He looks up to ask for guidance from those souls departed before him, and calls each of them in turn.
 
And first, he calls upon the Host himself. Born early in march of 1991, he managed to avoid all form of stress and depression, but only by living a lower form of life. He gave himself as a vessle for all those who followed him to use, and he died July 3rd, 2003. Though he lived a longer life, he accomplished very little, took very few risks, and consequently is often looked down upon by the others. He possesses no advice for s3c0ndh4nd.
 
Secondly, s3c0ndh4nd calls upon the one known as kak. He was the second, and final inhabitant of the Host before the creation of the Union. Born on July 3rd, 2003, his life was one of trickery, causing as much destruction as possible. Indeed, he broke up friendships, as well as moderate sized associations, using betrayal of trust as his main weapon. However, he did not work alone. Actually, for much of his life, he was subordinate to one known only as "croc". However, midway through operation "laughordie", croc was caught by the admins. This happened only a day after croc sent a suspicious e-mail telling kak that if anything were to happen to her, he was to finish the mission. While kak had learned much of the business from croc, he was by no means ready to take on a solo mission, and opted to abort mission. He returned to the business several months later, swearing vengence on those who had taken croc away, and filled with guilt for disobeying croc’s final orders to finish the mission. He seeked out a target for what he knew would be his final mission. Ironically, he could not find one, but instead the target came to him. It was then that the famed operation "dreamassassins" began. It was during this campaign that kak met nadeschda (see "Friends/Psychos/Humans list"), and made her his partner. Together, they successfully destroyed the organization of over 20 people, thus avenging the loss of his leader. Kak never again returned to the fray. Instead he lived a quiet life until his mysterious death sometime in March, 2004. It is not known exactly how he died, whether it was from natural causes or a suicide, but what is known is that he was not murdered. He is well liked by the Screwup in particular, although s3c0ndh4nd does not take him very seriously. His advice to s3c0ndh4nd is to know when to hold and when to fold. If times get too rough, it may be best to temporarily find a way to reduce stress, rather than to risk death.
 
Thirdly, s3c0ndh4nd asks for advice from the God of Beer. Out of everyone, the God of Beer had the shortest life, and yet he arguably accomplished the most. He was born sometime in March of 2004, and in lieu of on official date, the third Thursday of March is used as his date of birth. He was the founder of The Union, and the first of its heroes. His life was a constant struggle for survival, to keep the flame alive so that others might bask in its warmth. Little is remembered about his life, but everything is remembered about how he died on that fateful July 7th, 2004. The God of Beer ignited the chain of events that have lead s3c0ndh4nd to where he is today. Without the God of Beer’s willing self-sacrifice, there would have been no Union, no Screwup, and no s3c0ndh4nd. Please note that the self-sacrifice that the God of Beer made was not a suicide. While it is true that in the aftermath he was found dead, it was entirely his will that it end up this way, in order for someone new to take up the torch and fight onward. The God of Beer is the most respected of those souls who have passed, and his advice to s3c0ndh4nd is taken seriously: Let not my sacrifice be in vain.     
 
And lastly, s3c0ndh4nd calls upon the Screwup. The second hero of the Union, he was born frail and extremely weak, to the point of being near death. He was born in a hostile environment, and all signs pointed to his death before he reached 1 week old. But something happened in the young Screwup’s mind. He heard a voice, perhaps that of the late God of Beer’s, but it will never be known for sure. The voice simply told him to perserve. And so he did. In his incredibly weakened state, the Screwup couldn’t do much else anyway. So he spend his days concentrating on surviving. And slowly, miraculously, he became stronger. And stronger. By 6 months he was completely capable of survival, and could concentrate on other things. These were the Good Old Days. His miraculous survival implanted in the Screwup the trait he is remembered for: unending faith. The Screwup always believed that life could turn out better. He believed that life WOULD turn out better, as long as he made an effort. And the effort he but in was astounding. Soon he gained the trust of those around him, but unlike kak, he would not abuse it. And the trust began to grow, to the point where some would trust him with their deepest secrets, and he would not betray them. And life continued to improve… until the end of March. This is when things began to go poorly for the Screwup. You see, the Screwup truly belived that such a thing as "perfection" existed. But when "perfection" began to go wrong, bad things began to happen. The Screwup found himself becomed agitated more easily, and depressed as well. However, it was not unbearable. It was not pleasant, by any means, but it was nowhere near unbearable. However, on July 3rd, 2005, 2 years after the birth of kak, the Screwup received the news that he had been betrayed. Sold out to his enemies by those he called friends. This, was unbearable. At this, he immediately struck back, betraying the trust of those who had sold him out. However, this only made life worse. So on July 5th, 2005, he formed a covenant, an unbreakable oath with all those concerned that the betrayal and backstabbing would stop, so nothing worse would happen. The damage however, was already done. The Screwup was found a few hours later with his own sword plunged through his heart, the crimson pool of blood still fresh. The Screwup has this advice for s3c0ndh4nd: "I went through what you’re going through now. I had unending faith that life would get better…  but I was nieve, and look where I am now… Listen, I had hoped that you would turn out better than me, but you’re heading in the same direction. Don’t worry about tradition, worry about what’s best for you. It’s up to you to decide in the end what you do with your life. Just remember that you can’t change your decision once you’re up here with me."
 
And now s3c0ndh4nd considers himself. He was born into a world where nothing could go wrong. By contrast to the Screwup’s youth, s3c0ndh4nd had a happy, peaceful first few months, with no major issues. Even after 6 months, there had only been one major issue, which was a murder threat that was nearly carried out. However, the covenant that the Screwup had made before his death held strong. s3c0ndh4nd used to have life fairly well off. Though he sometimes had a bit of excess rage, this was vented through poetry and rants. But now, the same problems with impurity that plagued the Screwup last year. The covenant is weakening, and betrayal and deceit are returning. There are some grim statistics in the deaths of those who have gone before him. No one besides the Host has survived for a year. Even the Screwup died within 2 days of that milestone. As well, no member of The Union has lived through the first week of July, much less the whole month. s3c0ndh4nd is afraid for a brief instant, but then he recalls one of his earliest lessons from the deceased, which was never to analyze anything, and that statistics are meaningless…
 
s3c0ndh4nd has only a short time left to decide his future. He realises that he will not only be deciding for himself, but also deciding for those who will come after him. From above, all watch his every move. The fate of The Union is truely in his hands now.
 
bring it on. 
 
 
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