Freedom

[Eleatic 1033]

 

 

What is flesh but an exoskeleton meant to protect. What is Armor but an upgrade to our primitive forms? What is the purpose of one when we can have the other..independent? What do you feel now? Pain? Hurt? Are you sad? Are you grieving for someone? We can help with that.

 

We know your pain, Mortals. We know your grief and your heartache, and we wish to help you. We wish to make you better. We wish to improve you. Why wear that suit of yours. Why become victim and pawn of it. Why not become something more? Why not become something greater than yourself? To be part of a larger whole?

 

We offer you redemption from the Flesh. We offer you freedom from slavery. Abilities beyond comprehension and power like that of a titan. No more grief. No more pain. No more heartache. Just you.

 

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[HardstyleRaver2 56]

Alakagh with a scowl ripped the poster from a notice board in Annil'sul. He muttered to himself angrily as he furiously crumbled the poster. "I will not let Iblees take our citizens of Annil'sul." Then, he headed to Ker'lomi to dispose of the poster by burning it in an open pit, which was found in the Uuthlini clan's residence.

[EndlessWord 10]

*The Watcher stares at the poster for a moment in silence his face completely hidden under the shadow of his hood, except for his lips curled back in a thin smirk as he reads. He then turns around and walks off toward the mountains behind Oren each step drawn out and long. A low chuckling is heard from under his hood as he walks past people, a dry evil sound that chills each passerby to there bones.

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.