Where Magic Meets Truth
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Mr Harris
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- Bellevue, IA
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- Who Am I...
- The last survivor...
- My Story Is...
- My tale is one of blood death and murder. The murder of my family, my friends, my home. And of the cover up that our worthless piece of crap government has put in place to protect the monsters that did this.
Its a story of an ambush, and the slaughter of an entire town. It is also the story of my revenge, of the sickly blood that I took from them, and the blood that I will take.
- My Secrets Are...
- I no longer believe in magic. I only have hatred in my heart for every single being that is not of human blood. It is my one stated purpose in this life to avenge my wife and daughter, forever. There will never be enough deaths to equal theres.
- I Believe...
- that there are some of them still out there, and I will find them
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up close and personal, so you can see the screams of the thousands souls theyve taken, released into the purity of haven
My recent experiences have convinced me that theres evil everywhere. We can no longer afford to sit back and take the deaths of our friends and families! It is time to take decisive action. Im with you Mr Cross, lets give em hell!
This is where the resistance begins. All humans that are tired of being hunted by these unholy monsters join up and together we will destroy them
Some know, most don't, of the horrors I have seen. But nobody can really describe such a thing to you, the terror, the smell of blood, and sweat, and feces. It drives you mad, that is the only escape, sweet white hot madness, raging like an unchecke…
there is a certain melody to eruptive grief, it sings a song that is so beautiful you have to weep forever. I am consoled only by the thoughts of violence, only in that madness of arge can I escape the shrieking in my soul. Join me, come with me, an…
I would be interested in participating in an observational manner. I can of course, provide my own transportation, protection etc, i just need to know when were going
This is the place for the story of our brave town to be told, and for our fallen heroes to be remembered
i dont know if I can join the offensive, I do have other duties, but I will watch with great interest
You know I'm in.
With your expertise with these piggies, what do you think is the best weapon to bring? Im thinking maybe some sort of rifle, something that packs a punch. Maybe a couple of sabers. How thick are their skins?
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Only when you lose everything
Some know, most don't, of the horrors I have seen. But nobody can really describe such a thing to you, the terror, the smell of blood, and sweat, and feces. It drives you mad, that is the only escape, sweet white hot madness, raging like an unchecked fire in your soul.
When its over, and the storm dies down, the screaming doesn't always stop. Sometimes the howl continues like a dreadful droning that comes from deep inside. It shakes you, it racks you, it encases you.
When I saw those monsters.… Continue
When its over, and the storm dies down, the screaming doesn't always stop. Sometimes the howl continues like a dreadful droning that comes from deep inside. It shakes you, it racks you, it encases you.
When I saw those monsters.… Continue
Posted on April 20, 2009 at 10:00am —
Comment Wall (2 comments)
- At 4:35pm on May 4, 2009,
Leonard Malcolm Cross said…
- My plans are all coming into place. I believe that you will be an invaluable tool in the coming conflict. Together we can take the revenge you seek
- At 2:52pm on May 4, 2009,
Captain Joshua Z. Royce said…
- Man I really got to lay off the Adizam Ale, I mean I have only been for a few hours and this guy already knows my story. Much to my surprise he seems to be pretty cool with it, and on top of that he led me to this bar. And honestly if you can't trust someone who wants to drink this early in the morning, who can you trust?
"Sure I would love to try some of the local flavor. Yo buddy, give me the strongest you got."
I really don't know why the bartender looked at me like while he poured the clear liquid from what looks to be a jar of some kind. But then again I really don't care as long as it is strong.
"This is the strongest you got right?" The bartender shakes his head and tends to another customer. "Well this is to you Harris." I knock back the drink in about a second, it wasn't that bad but if this is the strongest this planet has to offer I'd better opt for taste over strength. Meanwhile everyone in the bar who saw the man poor me the drink was staring at me with the strangest look , perhaps I drank that a little too fast.
"Anyway what is your story, aside from all the doom and gloom I mean?" I wait for a reply hoping I wasn't to straight forward with the man.
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