Divinity: Original Sin Gameplay Episode 34 (Unlock Source Temple’s First Inner Chamber Door)

Just another episode of Divinity: Original Sin gameplay.  Enjoy!!!

Side note:  I had to wander around and try to find 3 more star-stones within this episode before I could unlock the inner chamber door of the Source Temple.  This means if you watch this gameplay video, you might feel spoil about finding out how to obtain couple star-stones in the process.  Nonetheless, if you’re playing this game and you already know how to obtain these star-stones, then I guess you can skip to the very last part of the gameplay video.  Enjoy!!!

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We’re So Blessed, And We Don’t Even Know It (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • We’re so blessed,
  • and we don’t even know it.
  • A boring day or not,
  • is just blissful as any day,
  • and we don’t even know it.
  • Meanwhile, thunder shrieks from afar,
  • lightning strikes helpless bodies on the ground,
  • men and women are falling down hard,
  • red blood soaks the ground,
  • yesterday fresh corpses decompose under the sun,
  • today corpses are strewn among the yesterday ones,
  • they too begin to decompose all the same,
  • albeit, their today fresher than the yesterday ones,
  • metals impend badly disfigured corpses,
  • telling gruesome tales of yesterday men,
  • telling gruesome tales of yesterday women.
  • Meanwhile, the livings are leaving in droves,
  • they’re running away from the thunderous sound,
  • they’re running away from the treacherous, lightning ground,
  • for they fear they too may soon fall down hard,
  • with only few belongings they can hang on to dearly,
  • they’re making their way to a stranger’s land,
  • leaving their home in tears, yet they’re leaving,
  • knowing not when they can return home,
  • still, they’re leaving, running for their very lives,
  • for the thunder and lightning are too much to weather,
  • and so they’re running for their very lives,
  • out of cowardice or not they may be,
  • they’re running so they can live another day.
  • Meanwhile, yesterday memories are scattering,
  • they’re scattering among the wind,
  • the memory bearers are decomposing,
  • their silent corpses are fertilizing the bloody ground,
  • without the bearers, memories are whispering within the wind,
  • ghostly, whispering memories are echoing the loneliness in the air,
  • once beautiful ground is now tainted with soaking red blood,
  • telling gruesome tales of a sad yesterday,
  • among the tales there is one to be remembered,
  • a tale of a normal family that refused their reality,
  • as thunder was shrieking in the sky,
  • as lightning was striking the ground,
  • the family refused to run for their lives,
  • the members believed the thunder would end soon,
  • the members believed the lightning would end soon,
  • the family was right, but the lightning struck first,
  • lightning struck their home cooked meal,
  • lightning struck their heaven when the music was still playing,
  • lightning struck while the gossipers wanted a boring day,
  • chatting up with one another as if the day was boring,
  • nonetheless, the thunder was shrieking in the sky,
  • nonetheless, the lightning struck the ground harder,
  • not too long, not too long ago…
  • the family fell down hard onto the bloody ground,
  • it was then another sad, yesterday tale came to life.
  • Far from the treacherous, lightning ground,
  • we don’t even know how we’re so blessed,
  • on and on we complain about a boring day,
  • on and on we must fight over every little, boring thing,
  • on and on we care not for tomorrow,
  • on and on we care only for our very nose,
  • on and on we see others’ glamour as something,
  • on and on we talk of wars and not peace,
  • on and on we seek to overthrow a normal boring day,
  • and so we may have a more exciting day,
  • a day that is more exciting than the yesterday,
  • a day that is more nonsense than the yesterday,
  • a day that is simply glamorous,
  • a day that is simply about our very nose,
  • because we’re so blessed,
  • and we don’t even know it!

Big Things (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

  • Tick tock, tick tock,
  • seconds are winding down,
  • rock on, we’re still in town,
  • rocking strong on this rock.
  • Not every second is being counted,
  • for we’re rocking away in years,
  • as seconds tick away, we do not fear,
  • for seconds aren’t being counted.
  • As we think about the miles in year,
  • we drink and eat in boring seconds,
  • we prefer to deny reality, I reckon,
  • as we ignore the seconds without fear.
  • Just a second I would say,
  • yet I’m thinking of future years,
  • year be afraid, year be fear,
  • seconds ran out; gone a year today!
  • We don’t count in seconds,
  • we only count in years,
  • we’re thinking big in years,
  • yet big things only come in flashy seconds.
  • Big things are humble, I reckon,
  • unless the specific seconds are ticking,
  • big things might as well go on sleeping,
  • it’s hard to wake up big things, I reckon.
  • Big things are waiting for tick tock,
  • seconds are winding down,
  • rock on, we’re still in town,
  • waiting in years for big things on this rock.
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