|Standard-issue socialist atheist asexual gun-loving Eagle Scout.|
Death and FinalityIt wasn't sudden. No decline is. Even the most blissfully ignorant could see the blackness on the horizon. But did we stop it? Of course not. Complacency overtook diligence. Blame replaced responsibility. And a healthy fear of the darkness turned into a blind panic. And in our shortsightedness we acted far too late.Death and Finality by MouseDenton
Like a wild animal we fought on instinct. But there was nowhere to run. Most focus on that brief but devastating chaos our inaction led us to. The Collapse, or Downfall, as they called it. But even through the deafening guns and blinding bombs it wasn't the end. No, nothing is ever that simple.
It's all gone now. Only a few of us remain in this rotting carcass, scavenging barely enough to survive another day. The sane refuse to reflect on how far we've come. How far we've fallen from an apex of godlike creation and unfathomable knowledge. We just turn our heads as the etchings corrode, ink fades, hard drives corrupt, and the complete knowledge of the human race gradually va
The General and the AbyssThe General was panting. Never before in his life had he faced someone so adept at using powers of the arcane in combination with talents of the blade. Wiping the blood from his sword and sweat from his brow he felt a twinge of anger that through all his years of searching for such gifted fighters and efforts to refine them, such an unmatched pupil had fallen to the enemy's influence and been made his assassin.The General and the Abyss by MouseDenton
Such a waste he thought. The universe truly does adhere to a sick agenda of cruelty and irony.
Oh, more than you know. But this thought was not his own. The general turned swiftly, sword at the ready, body tense, mind fortified, and spirit tuned to the new threat. But there was nobody else in the room. Without compromising any of his guard, the general began probing about for any specters or spies.
Impossible. There was an entire legion of arcanists protecting this fortress. Even spirits themselves patrolled the halls and walls. It must've been in his