King of the WastesLong have we waged this war. So long that we no longer know who our enemy is. It started with revenge; it became entwined in dark portent beyond even the reckoning of man's greatest Evil, or greatest Good. Brother against brother, father against son, hated foe, beloved friend, mindless beast, lifeless construct; we have the blood of each confrontation upon our blades. It is an eternity of suffering whose only release can be found upon the field of battle. ...I was a King once. In this frozen wasteland, however...I can no longer even remember where my kingdom's barriers once werKing of the Wastes
Unseen PulseOne can look in oneself and find nothing but torment. Imagine a world so much like our own, Simply making these simple changes, Devoid of time, Devoid of artificial constructs, Devoid of humanity, Devoid of life, Devoid of terrestrial bodies.Unseen Pulse
There only lies the sea, And the stars, The shores that consist only of the horizon meeting the sky. Now, listen...
In the vastness, easily heard, The beating of an ancient heart. A rhythm that has existed since time immemorial, That starts in this world's core, And echoes between the void betwix
Turn to StoneAll alone betwixt towers of grey stone, The weary knight's soul corrupted with blight, His blade stained with the blood to be paid. His heart muttering between its fluttering, "You have failed, there was nothing to find"Turn to Stone
The cold grey sentinels watching him grow old, They whisper to each other "It seems, my brother, This gallant knight's search has made him besmirched, See how he stands within these desolate lands? He followed tales and now his heart fails, For paradise is simply a guise for vice."
Remembering their hollow calls his sanity falls, Like a dove
Writ In Innocent BloodDeath whispers to the child estranged, Is he really so deranged? The pulse of a heart born alone, The weeping of the tossed stones, Gritty streets with gutters scabbed with blood, Human waste begging in the mud,Writ In Innocent Blood
He battles fruitlessly in the rain, He risks all because he has naught to gain, Do you understand the meaning of his behaviour? Or do you still wait for Prometheus chained? Forever awaiting for a saviour, To deliver the Sacred Flame,
Bereft of the ocean's wise song, How could he have struggled on? Toast to the Molotov’s purifying fir
Nyarlathotep
or did i ask you?
do you want to work on a post-apocalyptic text MOO with some #bic people? or play a character when it's releasable (eventually)? you can be a muutaaaant~
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You are naught but flesh and bone, doomed to drown, and doomed to rot...~The Dread Dyl'thious
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You are naught but flesh and bone, doomed to drown, and doomed to rot...~The Dread Dyl'thious
sorry my friend amber has me all wired tonight
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"You know that line that separates fiction and reality? Let's just say that there's a reason I can't draw a straight line..." Twisted Harbinger
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You are naught but flesh and bone, doomed to drown, and doomed to rot...~The Dread Dyl'thious
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I wanted to put something here. I can't remember what.
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~Shikaru
The world is flat, that's why you can draw it on apples!!!
Everytime you fall asleep, a walrus kills a dyslexic penguin with jackhammer
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“I’m tired, it was an accident.”
“You fell asleep at the controls again, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
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*Total Storm Hawks Fangirl*
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