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The absence of noise. A period of grace. Of aching lonliness. A feast without song. The end of all things.
Herald of Death. Empty of Sin.
by ~WarpGhost
The Final MovementThe firing bolt rammed back into position with a dull, metallic clunk. The spent shell flicked from its all too brief mounting with a higher, clearer sound, like the whispered prayer of a remorseful angel as its arrow flew true. But there is no true mercy here.The Final Movement
Armoured boots pounded the dirt, sending up sprays of dirt and dust and detritus of war as they surged onwards. The wind whipped past in a slow roar, the breath of some great predator as you take the plunge down its very gullet as the dark helt launched himselves towards glory but not death.
The shell casing surged outwards and up a little, whipping aside
by ~WarpGhost
Father“How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted” - VoltaireFather
Father In the third age of the divinities exploration, Ohoro began breathing sentience into parts of the universal chi. Long he laboured by mortal conception and many were the works that he wrought. Never before had such a task been attempted, and much did he have to learn in his endeavours. The earliest of his works were failures; those that came but a little while after were little better, incomplete creations that he deemed insufficient for the co
by ~WarpGhost
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Nobody's Died in the Shower...Nobody's Died in the Shower TodayNobody's Died in the Shower...
Michael stood in front of the door for a few nervous seconds, clicking his teeth together in the darkened hallway. This was the always the worst part of the routine; it was the moment of highest tension, the deep breath before the icy plunge. Raising his left hand tentatively, he inhaled deeply, bit his lower lip and rapped lightly on the wood with his knuckles twice. There was no answer. There never was.
He leaned in close to the door, almost pressing his left ear against it, but stopping just short of actually making any physical contact
by ~Amon-Rukh
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- Current Residence: Worcestershire, UK
- Interests: Sci-fi, fantasy, science, computer games, strategy gaming
- Favourite movie: LA Confidential
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, Foo Fighters, John Martyn
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever sounds good; generally rock, indie
- Favourite poet or writer: Frank Herbert
- Favourite style of art: Oil paintings; love the texture
- Favourite game: Warzone 2100, Europa Barbarorum, Elder Scrolls, Warhammer 40,000, Darkscapes
- Favourite gaming platform: IBM PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Judge Dredd
- Personal Quote: Death is its own reward, but so is chocolate
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, and my mitts!
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Everything I ever needed to know I learned by killing smart people and eating their brains.
Anyway thanks for the watch much gratitude.
Er, i mean thanks
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Death is it's own reward, but so is chocolate
Your welcome.
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