Give me a sentence and I will write a story from it.

Story for Yas: This is the end, the end of which we shall not prevail. For as in the days of Noah, so also in these days will it come to pass that the earth shall be consumed, and the heaven shall be shaken: and then shall be brought to pass the destruction of both the heavens and the earth. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and dreadful day of the apocolypse. The moon shall not give her light, neither the stars shall shine out anymore. And the sign of the end shall be shown in the sun, the moon, and in the stars; and on the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and land alike. The end of everything.

For Derp Rev: "The Comedian is dead." Rorsnatch said, as he turned to Sally. Rorsnatched took off his gloves and leaned up against the wall in the small, bare room with dirty windows. A single window allowed some light to come in. Sally sat at the investigator's desk, her back to Hollis. Hollis sat in the chair next to her. "Why?" Sally asked, aghast. "What?" Rorsnatch asked. "Why is he dead?" Sally repeated. "It's all over the newspapers." "The Comedian was the victim of a vicious attack," Rorsnatch told her as he sifted through files in the cabinet. "The assailant was a deranged lunatic. We have no idea who the assailant was, although a number of individuals have been arrested in connection with the crime." "So what are we to do?" Hollis asked. "We have no idea who did this." Rorsnatch turned his attention back to the group. "As for what we are to do," he said, "if the suspect is the one who did this, he will not be brought back to the city. In fact, he will be sent to the insane asylum for life."

For gabriel: "I was your friend before we even knew what it meant. We've never lived in the same state before or even had the same friends. But now I'm here, and you're going to have to start calling me your friend again. You'll have to do it if you want to have any sort of relationship with me, and I'm not going to stop you if you try." She's not happy about this, but the threat is enough to get my attention. I'll have to be a little more careful. I don't want to be in a situation where I get caught. "I'm not going to do anything that will lead to my expulsion, so don't worry about it." I nod and she turns away. Before she heads to her room, she looks back at me. "That's what you get for trying to use me." I look at her retreating form, then turn to my room. I've got to get up for class. Women are pretty good at getting me to go to bed early. I make my way into the kitchen first, too wired to hit the sheets yet. I have been drinking coffee all day and I have to tell myself that it's okay for me to have coffee before bed. I sit down at the coffee table and pour myself some old coffee, my hands shaking as I take a sip. I can't think of anything to say; my thoughts are just going back and forth between my current situation and the previous day. I'm having trouble figuring out the consequences of having a real relationship with her, and am hoping that I can go back and fix this. I want to go home and talk about the past few weeks and tell her it was alright that they had died. It wasn't anybody's fault. I feel like she's not really okay, and I want her to know that. I just want her to know that I'm okay too, and that I want her back in my life again. I know that is the most selfish thing I could possibly ask, but I'm afraid of what the answer will be, and I'm just really confused by the situation. Neither of us had ever had to deal with anything like that before....

Arc, You know... You encapsulated a lot of how I feel in quite a simplistic format. For that, I thank you. I've been in a particular mood due to circumstances, but things as simple as that give me hints of insight. If that makes any sense? I guess it won't to you, but it does to me. "The end is everything." That truly does encapsulate it.

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