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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:06 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 10:39 pm
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You do not choose your destiny, it chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure...that you are the instrument of flawless Design.
Alex flinched as his utter concentration was broken by the introduction of parchment into his hand. His focus was so complete on the organ that he hadn't even noticed the sudden arrival and departure of another being. The familiar organ was warm to his touch as he ran his hands across the keys. "I know this organ, this was my families most prized posession before my village was razed. I saw it burn with my own two eyes. Yet, it is exactly as I remember it."Alex whispered, slightly noticing the temperature drop as he sat at the organ. Decent into darkness........the song I made after my family was killed. For my sister......to remember thought Alex. His deep brown eyes closed, and a look of intense anguish and sorrow covered his face as he brought up the notes for the song in his head.
As Alex played, the dark color of the walls began to slowly revolve inward, drawing up into the pipes of the organ. The walls were left with a astoundingly white color as the symphony of sadness washed over them, tracing a square of light around a particularly large pile of festering corpses. The darkness forced in the pipes shot out and burned the bodies into dust and revealing a seal similar to one brought forth by Kozuchi Ozuchi. The seal was a symbol that blurred before the eyes and faded from the memory even as it was seen. With a mighty flourish Alex played the final notes, and the darkness returned to the walls. The seal burned in a strange green flame, and was removed from sight. This revealed a dimly lit stairwell leading yet further downward into the catacombs below.
And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 1:42 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 9:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:12 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:21 am
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The days had not been kind to Itazuki, facial hair began to grow like wild fire, spreading almost every where. "Oh my gosh, how do I have hair on my eyeballs." Itazuki said, while stepping through a soft patch of grass land. His arms flew up and he fell down, a rabbit hole. There were two things going through Itazuki's head. One, where does this tunnel lead and two, I feel like Alice. But the whole continued going and it gave no sign of ending, but it suddenly did and he fell into a wider and dimmly lit place, a shadow of light marked a line of sight. All he could see were the hundred piles of skulls on top of each other. Itazuki tumbled down them then he reached a base of the hill. As he looked around he saw a skull and picked it up. The dark matter started to twinkle at his finger tips and it slowly collected around the entire skull making it appear to be flesh, with eye balls.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 10:24 pm
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Immaculate being...Was it? In this secular existence, perfection is an illusion, regardless of those who utter the contrary. This is the reality. Common man seeks it out, they strive to achieve it, as if it were some tangible thing...But...The fact of the matter is, perfection is a hollow shell. It is devoid of any substance. I spit on perfection. Perfection, after all, implies you've reached the summit. No trial and error, no ability to conceptualize. An omniscient being would have no need for such superfluous things... Am I making myself clear?
Alex stood from the organ as it began to blacken and crumble, returning to whatever pit of hell it came from. Exactly what purpose did that serve? thought Alex as he walked to the entrance to the tunnel. "That song......contains all the rage and sorrow that I felt after not only my parents, but nearly my whole village was destroyed over a simple rivalry. The only survivors were myself and my sister. By the way, my name is Alex. Wish we had met in better places, but not much can be done about that now" murmured Alex as he walked down the steps.
He paused and stared at the strange chest as the strange sense of evil that had plagued him suddenly vanished. Letting down his guard, he said "well, open it Ty. I am curious to see what treasure we have found with so much ease". The inquisitive brown eyes of the warrior stared at the dagger with a sense of destiny.
For people who dabble in the sciences, such as ourselves, perfection would make us obsolete. Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence...And yet every last one of them will fall short of perfection's finish. Our function as men of science relies on their many shortcomings. Then, and only then, can we apply the fruits of our labor. To put it simply...As soon as you began spouting that nonsense about being an immaculate being...Your fate was sealed. How dare you call yourself a man of science?
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 6:22 pm
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