The blood cools, thick and heavy, upon my axe as I take a moment to look out over the battlefield. At my feet, the heat of his blood steaming against the boreal chill, a human boy no older than my own son lay freshly slain. While they have never put much stock in our craftsmanship, there are few humans who would fault the brutality of an orcish ( Read more... )

IdunnoIdunnoIdunno. This place is a fucking poison of the mind. Goddamned gambling whore with you fucking tickets. You'll die on that stool poor and alone, and I'll probably still be here, clawing my fucking brains out ( Read more... )

I sat , drifting through the tale of scientists, and the Antarctic, and the horrors that dwell beneath its millennial frost. An exquisite tale, meant to be fearful, told by a Rhode Island man of the Early 20th century. Captivating and evocative, one could well feel the harsh climate, as well the near maddened intensity the characters brought to ( Read more... )

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I'm sitting here, listening to music from Super Robot Wars, and it's the damnedest thing; I can feel hope. I do honestly feel taxed, like I've been pulled backwards through a woodchipper, but there's just somethin' about this track. Maybe I should make the point of listening to this when I'm feeling low, as Victory just heats my blood.
I don't ( Read more... )

“But avoid the edge of the map my son.” There came a violent hiss as the back tire spun in place ( Read more... )

1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you ( Read more... )

For once in a blue moon I'll actually do one of these things. Gotta love work related boredom and the fact I'm obligated to ( Read more... )