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by James E. Matson

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"The media is the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and to make the guilty innocent, and that's power. Because they control the minds of the masses."
-Malcolm X

Twitch stream is up and running!

      Limbassa is excited to announce that the official Limbassa Twitch stream has finally been worked on enough for managment to feel comfortable streaming on a regular basis. Currently the plan is to use the stream as a hobby and Limbassa has no major plans in this field. The channel named Limbassa in the past had issues regarding the microphone, Jim needed to figure out how the sound settings were supposed to be set up but eventually got the settings to a semi-professional standard. Click Here join the stream.
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Jim also spent some time working on the assets that are required for:
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I Wrote Some Poetry

Toes

By: James E. Matson

Goodness me I love having toes,
They help me overcome so many woes,
Simply put it’s great to have a foot.
Woah hey would you look at that, it moves,
Thank you ankle, who sits just north of my shoes.
I know you’re essential to my groove,
But my shins always love to cry abuse,
Even if it doesn’t leave a bruise.
I think we can all agree,
That it’s so freaking great to have a knee.
Surely a gift from the Gods,
To help lift, come my quads!
I certainly do love my hips,
They really show how my ice drips.
It’s often referred to in smut,
Who doesn’t enjoy the butt?
I think at this point it shows,
Goodness me I love having toes.

And a Short Story

Anara and her Lantern

By James Matson (work in progress)

There was once a girl named Amara, all she had in this world was a lantern. It gave off a soft light, she knew however that if given the chance it could blaze as brightly as the rest. Walking down the street was very dangerous for Anara as it was very windy and she was afraid the other people around her would try to take her light. She needed to get more oil for her lantern, and she didn’t know how to make any herself. Anara began her search through the corridors of the ancients, using her body as a windbreak she shielded the lantern with her body, the chill air whipped incessantly against her back but she pressed on, searching. Soon she was met by a group of thugs, fearing for her safety Anara fought back with all her might, kicking and scratching as she escaped through quiet avenues. In the shadows of the alleyways Anara hid her light, too afraid to move barely trying to breath. Still she knew that she needed to continue, her lantern was running low on oil. That knowledge pushed her but it also gave her pause. What if she were to make the wrong choice in direction, or she met more thugs? could she get away in time or even find the oil? She did not know, but she did know that the fight for this oil was only just beginning when she got this oil she knew she would need to get more oil eventually on and on with no end the torch must be carried on and on with no end. Anara could imagine a world where she instead sat and watched the little amount she had left burn out and accepted the darkness. The darkness where she would live in, a world without sight or foreknowledge. No more color or art or beauty, if there was none to carry the lantern then it would be dark constantly. these thoughts wrapped around her as much as any physical force, holding her back. A hand reached out, Anara had been consumed by her thoughts she didn’t realize someone had approached. lashing out as to escape Anara pulled back, instead of attacking the hand pulled back. For the first time Anara noticed the hand had their own light, again the hand reached itself out for Anara and this time she took it.