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| Sidewinder | Feb 13 2015, 07:25 PM Post #1 |
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Go Back to Sleep
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[Dark. Nothingness. Void.] [align=center]"The skies darken. The earth below ravaged. Bodies strewed across the landscape. A violent air fills the land."[/align] [align=right]"Kill."[/align] [align=left]"The rhythmic vibrations of the bodies as they fall. The inspired motions of limbs as they are twisted and mangled. The reimagining of features as they contort and cave..."[/align] [align=left]"Bruised! Beaten! Broken!"[/align] "Men. Women. It makes no difference." [align=left]"Conflict, sacrifice to offer as a tribute to the goal. Pounds of flesh served up as a means to an end."[/align] [align=right]"Kill."[/align] [A fluttering of wings.] [align=center]"And, those fallen....[/align] [align=left]"Charlatans."[/align] [align=center]"Fools."[/align] [align=right]"Kill."[/align] [align=left]"Misers!"[/align] "Crooks." [align=right]"Kill."[/align] [The silhouette of an oblong shape develops.] [align=center]"Peering through the veil, through the hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of conclusions. There is one singular constant in the ebb and flow."[/align] [align=left]"Pain! Suffering! Torment!"[/align] [align=center]"It's all that awaits them. A symphony of despair."[/align] [align=right]"Kill."[/align] "Broken skulls, broken hearts." [align=left]"The end of days."[/align] [The faint gleam of a reflective surface pierces the dark.] [align=center]"And, him." "Him!" "Him." "Him." "Him." "Him." "His actions are a constant."[/align] [Something moves in the dark. The outline of a hood emerges.] [align=center]"Stepping over the warped bodies of his enemies."[/align] "Fists still tingling from the abuse they have caused." [align=left]"Blood! Their blood smeared across him!"[/align] [align=center]"To the throne he's made of their bones, their skulls."[/align] [align=left]"And, at the altar he has made for the Spirit, he shall summon it. Showing it his..."[/align] [align=right]"Kills."[/align] [There is shuffling.] [align=center]"KahkahKahkahKahkah"[/align] [End.] |
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