Loud-Casa Music Covers

My Immortal (Evanescence)

My Immortal (Evanescence)

Featuring: Vocals (Luna), Instruments (Sam, Clyde, Liam, Zach, Rusty, Mazzy, Sully)

Location: Loud-Verse Earth-R0L4 (World similar to Requiem of the Loud, Lincoln's Funeral)

AN: Before we start this music parody, I'd like to address the elephant in the room of this moment. I was caught in a middle of a crossfire between two users. I will not mention their names to protect their privacy and I don't want to hear anyone doxxing and cussing on each others' throats! Canceling people is a work of a Nazi and I don't want anyone doing that! It traumatized me, I felt disgusted, I feel used and I had enough. So I left. I logged out and took time to think. I can't deal with this toxicity anymore. If it wasn't stated before by anyone, I'll tell you right away... I'm not involved in banning anyone (That's the admin's job and I'm not an admin) but I feel like I had something to do of not helping in cooling and stopping the fiasco. I don't want to come back as if nothing happened but the whole "petty" fight made me realize to shrink my circle of friendship and partnership. My mind is jumbled all over and I have to consult someone to think of an action. And I come to a conclusion.

One more... just one more and it'll be the last draw. I'm officially leaving this site. I'm not doing this to save face, far from it! I'm doing this because my mental welfare is just going to be at risk if I deal with anymore BS. I will not go on in another petty violence and cyberbullying. If I leave this platform, I will go to a much safer bet... whatever website that I can think of. If you think of doxxing anyone, you are a scum... you're no better than the toxic fans that canceled Scott Cawthon and violated Vivziepop's Privacy! You are the worst. I'm not pointing fingers.

There's a proverb in Filipino "Bato-Bato sa Langit, Matamaan ay huwag magalit" (Stones from the heavens. If you get hit, don't be mad) meaning if you feel guilty of this... then don't attack me, look at the mirror and look at your problem. It'll take time for me to move some of my stories in another site but I will take that risk if it means I get the peace and quiet that I needed to keep my creative mind undefiled by bitterness. Just one last more and I will be done from this site. I'll wave goodbye if I have to. Music Parodies, Lyric Pranks, Memes and other forms of entertainment that I have done so far will be canceled or moved to another place (if I can recover the files). I'll also removing the shout outs. Any friends that I didn't mention in the shout out will no longer have any chance to be mentioned ever again because of all this fiasco.

Or maybe... I'll just stick on making drawings and fanarts, meaning Bloody Roar Loud, Dawn of Injustice AU, or any stories for sale that I'm selling will either be deleted or moved to a less toxic site.

Now on to the music parody. This world is a side timeline from the story "Requiem of the Loud", where in this world, Lincoln died from the illness that he had been enduring for so long.

Whether it be cancer/tumor or and injury, well it still happened. And now the eulogy and final requiem song will be done by Lincoln's guardian sister, Luna. Without further ado, leave a like, review/request, follow and I hope you enjoy. God Bless, Stay Safe and Peace/Shalom!

Read AN below

It was 1o'clock Post-Meridian (1300 HRS) in the afternoon. The funeral is finally having it's last rites as the Louds, Santiago/Casagrandes, Yates, Changs, McBrides and those close to Lincoln finally mourned one last time. Saying their farewells and prayers for Lincoln to finally be at rest from the life he had endured. His sickness that he couldn't forge victory too. The tumor he fought for so long, yet failed. Many were touched by the boy's life and his interaction with them created bonds of family and friendship. It's now time to remember those good times and miss the times it could have been longer. As one last goodbye to Lincoln, Luna... the 3rd eldest sister of the Loud Family and closest girl for a guardian gave her inspiration for music one more lullaby before his body is laid 6 feet under the dirt to rest and return into being mere dust.