Post by Nick on Oct 18, 2007 14:23:54 GMT -5
*On the outskirts lay a desert graveyard, home to about a few dozen graves. Thursday, October 18th was a grim day indeed. The sky moaned with an intensity of no other. The sky cried like no other time. Zeus was angry like no other time, and reigned his anger upon the Earth. Raining hard, booming loud. Who would be outside in this weather? One person, one walked up to a desert part of this desert graveyard with a shovel. No sound from him, except the click-clack from his boots. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. He had a blade in his right pocket, and a trench coat covering him. He had a huge hat to cover his face. One of his arms had this weird type of case on it, with a section of his arm revealing.*
*This man flipped the shovel from his shoulder to the ground quickly. He began digging and all you could hear was the boom of the sky, the click-clack of his boots moving in a small motion, and the man's grunt. Time went by and this hole was large enough. He walks over to this enormous, dead tree and picks up a stone laying on it. He drops it in front of the hole where he wants it, and pushes it into the ground. He pulls out a small tin case and places it by his arm. He pulls out his knife and begins to recite a few words.*
: "How do you beat one with no soul? How do you beat one with no soul?"
"You cannot, you cannot. Nothing will come close to taking out my soul, so I will have to resort to another option. I will have to resort to another option. I will take blood out of me in replace of my soul, and I will be nothing but a body. I will be nothing but a body."
"One day I will return and will take my blood back. One day I will return and take my blood back. This day will be a day of remorse. A day I have my soul back. I day I stop what I do now."
*The man slices his arm and blood comes out, he screams in pain and manages to get his amount into the case and closes it. He drops it in the hole and begins to dig it back. He finishes, and wipes the blood from his arm. He begins to speak again.*
: One day I'll be normal again. That day won't be too soon though. Once I put my passion behind me, I can be happy. One day I'll be normal again. One day...
*He pauses, as the sound of thunder echoes throughout the sky, and a huge wind knocks his hat off. He slowly perches his head down, and walks away. He slowly turns back to the grave, and finishes his last statement.*
: We'll all be saved soon. They'll all be save soon. They'll all be saved...November...6th....
*The last few sentences is hardly unable to be heard, and he slowly turns around and walks away. A boom of lightning shines upon the words on the grave. "Here lies Mischeif's soul...we'll all be saved November 6th, 2007...."*
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SAVE.US.11/6
*This man flipped the shovel from his shoulder to the ground quickly. He began digging and all you could hear was the boom of the sky, the click-clack of his boots moving in a small motion, and the man's grunt. Time went by and this hole was large enough. He walks over to this enormous, dead tree and picks up a stone laying on it. He drops it in front of the hole where he wants it, and pushes it into the ground. He pulls out a small tin case and places it by his arm. He pulls out his knife and begins to recite a few words.*
: "How do you beat one with no soul? How do you beat one with no soul?""You cannot, you cannot. Nothing will come close to taking out my soul, so I will have to resort to another option. I will have to resort to another option. I will take blood out of me in replace of my soul, and I will be nothing but a body. I will be nothing but a body."
"One day I will return and will take my blood back. One day I will return and take my blood back. This day will be a day of remorse. A day I have my soul back. I day I stop what I do now."
*The man slices his arm and blood comes out, he screams in pain and manages to get his amount into the case and closes it. He drops it in the hole and begins to dig it back. He finishes, and wipes the blood from his arm. He begins to speak again.*
: One day I'll be normal again. That day won't be too soon though. Once I put my passion behind me, I can be happy. One day I'll be normal again. One day...*He pauses, as the sound of thunder echoes throughout the sky, and a huge wind knocks his hat off. He slowly perches his head down, and walks away. He slowly turns back to the grave, and finishes his last statement.*
: We'll all be saved soon. They'll all be save soon. They'll all be saved...November...6th....*The last few sentences is hardly unable to be heard, and he slowly turns around and walks away. A boom of lightning shines upon the words on the grave. "Here lies Mischeif's soul...we'll all be saved November 6th, 2007...."*
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SAVE.US.11/6
