Kickstarted and Running 965 Share Posted February 19, 2014 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qggxTtnKTMo&hd=1%5B/media He sat on his Throne of Blackened Wood, his hall dark, slaves move in the near black shadows of the small hall, water dripped, and torches flickered dark, smoldering, his eyes had long since adjusted since he had come to this place. He recalled his youth, a small boy, fatherless, his mother was useless, he was his only provider, forsaking education, he smiled, he was cold now, but didn't know it. Lonely now, but would never know until he was dead. The Creator had long since left him, they say Demons were what he danced with among his halls, dark and dank, darker than the deepest sewer. Clutching a dull steel blade's pommel, he reclined in his Throne of Blackened Wood, he had fallen and he could never get up now. The Creator had abandoned him in those cells, when he was just a kid. He fought and got money, his reputation among urchins was useless, he went with made man after, an imitation foul, he was in, he didn't falter. He killed them all next, he had no room for brothers now. He pondered this and nodded, they said death takes you to a better place but he doubted it. We were all wicked, some just were lucky enough to know it. They say a dance with Ibless often lasts you forever. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
3Pac 104 Share Posted February 19, 2014 ((*Video has very, very, very, explicit language. Do not watch if under the age of 3. Thank you.*)) 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdwhisperer 1174 Share Posted July 23, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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