January 2012
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One Liner Story.
For progress, there is always a price… although those aiming for progress are never the ones paying the price.
Jan 22nd
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A memory worth bringing a sigh.
I was nothing, but a tear in her eye. My entire life had passed on by, before she ever did cry… For me.
Jan 21st
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“We must steadfastly preserve all that we hold dear, for an unstable world...”
– - Berrion Callan
Jan 19th
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Example of SOPA
_____ do ___ exist to ____ you. They _____ so you may ____ your ________. - Fyra Façade
Jan 18th
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The Ruins
The Sun glared as it fell behind the distant mountains. Reflecting from the land before it, in effort to keep about in a loosing manor. Off into the distance, the remains of a once renowned civilization was blending within the range, as if it were constructed right from it. Moving towards this sight, as if it were a new found duty, is what I found for myself; my goal. This...
Jan 15th
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Umbra Asunder
Part V: A Vile Scar. Several moments pass, enough to enable me use of my previously paralyzed leg, I stand. Drawing my sword out of the ground, I look around at this world. How desolate it now felt, like my ‘connection’ with it was severed when I gained my Shadow back. Not wasting anymore time, I turn and head back to my, or rather, this world’s nearest tent. Entering the tent,...
Jan 14th
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Umbra Asunder
Part IV: The Necessary Face-off. “You cannot kill me.” My shadow said. Forcing me to realize he was able to read my mind. However not shocking, was just as difficult to take in as this whole situation. “For I am your equal. And had you the means to do so you would damn yourself to the existence you got the taste of in this short while.” He continued, making it cut and...
Jan 13th
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Umbra Asunder
Part III: A Foul Quickening. Continuing to look around, I began to realize that I had no sense of hearing anymore. Clapping my hands in an experiment, I confirmed this to be true. This as all coming so fast, it was difficult to understand all what is both going on and with what is affecting me. In the moment fails me when it comes to remembering, though it didn’t matter as much at this...
Jan 12th
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Umbra Asunder
Part II: Senses Fail. Once the shadowy figure in the mirror uttered such words, I watched him turn away and exit the tent. I look back, and the cover became undone and dangled over the entrance as if I didn’t tie it up. I didn’t understand what was going on at this point, but I was surprised that I didn’t ache anymore… In fact, I didn’t feel anything anymore…...
Jan 11th
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Umbra Asunder
Part I: Figments of Reality. Lighting a Candle next to my bed, I lay there staring up at the ceiling. Eyes wide open, a sense of aching within my body; a sense I couldn’t figure out or explain. I have laid here for hours, unable to drift into slumber; unable to easy into comfort. Giving up, I get off my cot to pace for several laps. Focusing on what my body is trying to convey to me....
Jan 10th
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Event of the Hunter.
“In Darkness there is peace, in Darkness there is Dream. In Darkness… there is me.” “A Thousand years I have waited. A thousand years of Pain; for a thousand years the Light has burned the Desert. But a Thousand years ago… there were those who gave themselves to me.” The God of Darkness Ahriman thought to himself. Recalling one being in particular whom, in his...
Jan 7th
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A Vagrant's Prologue
Lea Monde… What evil has befallen you? Housed within your impregnable walls was once the proudest city in all of Valendia. Was the Great Quake that befell you a mere act of capricious nature? Or was it something more malevolent… more sinister… brought upon you by the Black Magicks that your wizards engaged in? And although the dying cries of your denizens have subsided decades...
Jan 6th
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“The body is but a vessel for the soul, a puppet which bends to the soul’s...”
– - A.J. Durai
Jan 5th
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“As I was going up the stairs, I met a man who wasn’t there. He...”
– - Malcolm Rivers
Jan 1st
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Into the Abyss.
As I continued to read the Diary memoir I found within my late Grandfathers belongings, I stumbled across several tales he never got the chance to tell me. Many very interesting, as if they reflected on another ‘reality’. The latest tale I read talked about the Far-Plane, or rather a place within the Far-Plane that functioned as the purification cycle. Something that absorbed tainted...
Jan 1st