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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter at 16:05, 1 April 2021

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Adding categories

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter at 16:04, 1 April 2021

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter at 15:57, 1 April 2021

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	~~It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make~~ up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you act. It's all important. It's not the so called big things that are really important. You might as well reach infinity, but if within the same moment you're back it doesn't matter. Foolish is the one who looks unto the wedding and forgets the marriage. For even though there are big events and turning points, those are in fact made of the small details. It's where your past, your present and your future meet. Moments gone by and moments to come. People you know and people you'll meet. Who you were and who you'll be. With every small change in every moment, the present is set apart by other potential realities and so with our choices they diverge. Every second is definitive in shaping the ones to follow. For in the end, they all converge together. And then is created what may be a âmajor pointâ. So, be kind to those you meet. Do not forget the moments. Take note of the details. For they might come back to haunt you when they all converge. Yes, take care of people. Because we're all tiny dots in the vast universe. And that's what makes us important.		messed up don't look yet

	~~== Part 1 ==~~
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	~~== Part 2 ==~~
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	~~[[File:Into Raging Fire Poster.png\|left\|thumb\|187x187px]]~~

	~~== Part 3 ==~~

	~~== Part 4 ==~~
	{{Jammers\|Secret-text=There was no more idle chit-chat now. With the tension rising every moment of waiting, no one dared to speak. Indeed it was like they were all collectively holding their breath as one. Wiz himself felt his anxiety rising at that point as well. In regards to the success of the venture, he had no great fear other than one âhe had started to move again recently and it made him worry.

	Ardon looked at his watch again. Only a couple minutes now. His company was ready. The Sentinel troops were ready. The Assembly squads had prepared their constructs. Everyone was on edge. A squirrel swiftly passed over them, jumping from tree to tree. Someone almost started firing their personal fortressâs guns. The tension was high. The air was solid. Even Wiz was sweating. This part never got easier.

	A red LED light appeared on his watch for a moment. That was the first signal. The northern battalions were ready. Moments later, came a second red light. The three southern battalions. He pressed a button on his watch, sending the others a similar signal. Now, that meant everyone was ready. In just a minute now, the silence would break. And fiery hell would descend upon the world of Nimbus Station.

	Captain Mayas notified the F5 Forcers that they were about to begin. Wiz gripped firmly on his weapon trying to get a grip mentally as well. Thirty seconds now. The Assembly members performed a last check on their weaponry. Those who hadnât drawn their weapons yet, did so then. Twenty seconds. The catapults had long been prepared for launching at command. Ten seconds. All the ranged fighters aimed their weapons. Five seconds. A drop of sweat rolled over Wizâs eye, hindering his vision for a moment. In the time, it took him to wipe it off, the eternity was over.

	~~âNOW!â someone said.}}~~

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It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you act. It's all important. It's not the so called big things that are really important. You might as well reach infinity, but if within the same moment you're back it doesn't matter. Foolish is the one who looks unto the wedding and forgets the marriage. For even though there are big events and turning points, those are in fact made of the small details. It's where your past, your present and your future meet. Moments gone by and moments to come. People you know and people you'll meet. Who you were and who you'll be. With every small change in every moment, the present is set apart by other potential realities and so with our choices they diverge. Every second is definitive in shaping the ones to follow. For in the end, they all converge together. And then is created what may be a âmajor pointâ. So, be kind to those you meet. Do not forget the moments. Take note of the details. For they might come back to haunt you when they all converge. Yes, take care of people. Because we're all tiny dots in the vast universe. And that's what makes us important.

== Part 1 ==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=[[File:thundercrosssplitattack.png]]}}

== Part 2 ==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=[[File:Storydio.png|720px]]}}
[[File:Into Raging Fire Poster.png|left|thumb|187x187px]]

== Part 3 ==

== Part 4 ==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=There was no more idle chit-chat now. With the tension rising every moment of waiting, no one dared to speak. Indeed it was like they were all collectively holding their breath as one. Wiz himself felt his anxiety rising at that point as well. In regards to the success of the venture, he had no great fear other than one âhe had started to move again recently and it made him worry.

Ardon looked at his watch again. Only a couple minutes now. His company was ready. The Sentinel troops were ready. The Assembly squads had prepared their constructs. Everyone was on edge. A squirrel swiftly passed over them, jumping from tree to tree. Someone almost started firing their personal fortressâs guns. The tension was high. The air was solid. Even Wiz was sweating. This part never got easier.

A red LED light appeared on his watch for a moment. That was the first signal. The northern battalions were ready. Moments later, came a second red light. The three southern battalions. He pressed a button on his watch, sending the others a similar signal. Now, that meant everyone was ready. In just a minute now, the silence would break. And fiery hell would descend upon the world of Nimbus Station.

Captain Mayas notified the F5 Forcers that they were about to begin. Wiz gripped firmly on his weapon trying to get a grip mentally as well. Thirty seconds now. The Assembly members performed a last check on their weaponry. Those who hadnât drawn their weapons yet, did so then. Twenty seconds. The catapults had long been prepared for launching at command. Ten seconds. All the ranged fighters aimed their weapons. Five seconds. A drop of sweat rolled over Wizâs eye, hindering his vision for a moment. In the time, it took him to wipe it off, the eternity was over.

âNOW!â someone said.}}