Fic - Of Desolation
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mindcrackloveBecause you always wonder if life is worth it in the end.
Of Desolation
The world is a desolate place. It is now, and forever will be, a world of silence, of death, and of pain. Of nothing at all and too much of everything. There is nothing left to salvage of this life, and as I scribe down these last words my heart aches.
There are no more words now, no exclamation known to man that could express the tearing grief I feel. There is no one left to comfort and no one left to hurt, for I am the last in this empty world, and soon I shall join my comrades in the life following.
Our leader has fallen, as has his kin. His friends have withered away, the young ones have ceased to breathe, and even the survivor himself has perished. The maniacal one has fallen to the lick of flame, and the impervious have died to a broken heart. The one who walked has stepped his last and there is no one left in this world but me.
The flames on the horizon consume all, and closer they inch, as I have no more strength left to my limbs, and I await death as an old friend. With these last dredges of ink I thank the ones who lived and kept me company, for this life would not have been worth living without them.
Thank you, and goodbye.
Of Desolation
The world is a desolate place. It is now, and forever will be, a world of silence, of death, and of pain. Of nothing at all and too much of everything. There is nothing left to salvage of this life, and as I scribe down these last words my heart aches.
There are no more words now, no exclamation known to man that could express the tearing grief I feel. There is no one left to comfort and no one left to hurt, for I am the last in this empty world, and soon I shall join my comrades in the life following.
Our leader has fallen, as has his kin. His friends have withered away, the young ones have ceased to breathe, and even the survivor himself has perished. The maniacal one has fallen to the lick of flame, and the impervious have died to a broken heart. The one who walked has stepped his last and there is no one left in this world but me.
The flames on the horizon consume all, and closer they inch, as I have no more strength left to my limbs, and I await death as an old friend. With these last dredges of ink I thank the ones who lived and kept me company, for this life would not have been worth living without them.
Thank you, and goodbye.
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Date: Monday, April 7th, 2014 07:37 pm (UTC)Am I correct?
Walker=Kurt
Maniacal=Vetchus
Leader=Guude
Survivor= Paul
Young= MC and Pyro
That leaves bdubs and Z to be the impervious... Great job Mew! :D
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