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Of Video Games and ArgumentsIt was a moment of dire crisis and the wounded warrior felt the sting of his wounds as he pressed on through the dusty stone hallway. His vision was obscured by the trickles of blood that had streamed down his face, making him wince as he brought his hand up to wipe it off. He had to keep alert for any other surprises that the dark wizard that awaited him at the end of the dungeon may have lying in wait.
Before long he came to a large wooden door at the end of the hallway. Exhausted, the warrior leaned on the wall next to the door. His hand grasped at his side where he felt the large gash in his ribs. He clutched his sword tightly as he despe
Onion Loop"Well, what do you think of this one," I said, presenting my dish to Cilan.
He squinted at it, picking around with his fork. "Um...Well..."
"What's wrong? Is it not your type?"
He picked out a piece of meat and stuck it in his mouth. "Ah, the meat's done really well. The spices and herbs work well together."
Oh my god, he likes my cooking!
"However," Cilan continued, picking out some of the onion. "You're terrible at cutting up the vegetables."
"Ya got me," I admitted, "I can't cut up vegetables to save my life. Ha, ha!"
Cilan stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "NO! This will not do! There's nothing more that irritates me more th
Death The inside of my coffin was rotted and warped from the water and maggots that seeped through the grooves of the wood. My world had been reduced to worms, and all other hellish vermin and their sacks of eggs. They crawl over my withered and broken body constantly biting and gnawing, trailing their slime across my decaying flesh.
I feel their mucus instead of my sweat- their excrement instead of my saliva. Long has my mouth been opened and unhinged with no ability to scream. Gone is my voice to produce the sound of pain. I have no eyes and yet I see the decayed wood. No skin and I feel the cold, wet earth seeping in, eating me.
Hopeless DreamerHopeless dreamer stays awake
In a city that begs to sleep
Where does everybody go when you need them most?
They just disappear like the mist on the coast
Hopeless dreamer waiting
For a midnight train to come
She knows that train will never pick her up,
Destined to live a life full of abandoned thoughts
Hopeless dreamer tiring
Of living without a dream
She knows they all try their best,
But they all leave her side onces midnight strikes
Hopeless dreamer takes a step
Just outside the door
Have the stars always been this bright?
Were her eyes just too tired to see them?
Hopeless dreamer finds
She isn't so hopeless anymore
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter an Author's RoomClose the door,
You’re disturbing my creatures;
My precious children and actors.
They’re standing, there, in the corner,
Watching you peer over my shoulder,
Trying to get a glimpse at their secret lives.
But you can’t look!
They’re only 136 pages old,
And their lives are far from over.
Yes, the muses and I have plans for them.
I’ll have plans for you, too, if you don’t leave!
I’ll make you dance and sway just as them.
I’ll control every aspect of your character if you incur my wrath.
And close the door.
"Oh, fuck! Look at that one. She looks like the bride of Frankenstein!" Tom chuckled.
"More like the bride of Chucky." Craig added as he watched the Zed ambling down the road below. It slowly walked past the apartment building they were holed up in, a piece of its torn wedding dress trailed along behind it like a white flag on a piece of string. It was just one of hundreds of dead bodies that were currently shambling along the city streets these days.
"What's she got in her hand there? She holding something?"
Craig put his binoculars down on the windowsill and rubbed