| Yes, it's the intro. But please keep reading the other parts! |


Creature of the dAmnedDark, damp fog spills around the empty street, its tendrils coiling and winding as though it were the infernal design of some demonic arachnid, pulling its prey almost lovingly toward that mortal abyss. A figure, obscured by the darkness, moves hastily onward, parting the clouds as it rushes to its destination. There is something in the air tonight...Creature of the dAmned
That particular something glides along, as subtle as shadow. Its body is clothed entirely in a tattered black cloak, so worn with the weight of the centuries it seems almost as though it is part of the fetid air itself. As it makes its progress down the network of spindly, weaving a


My world on a plateLook around you. This is the world of taste. See where you stand: an ivory white world bare of anything, starved of colour, odourless and surgically clean. Stretching on forever, infinitely large, its flat and desolate landscapes bare of anything except you and...something else. A bulb. Examine it. It is small, fragile, a precious speck of life among a world of nothing. Touch it. Thin, papery skin comes off in your hands, as delicate as the wings of a dragonfly. Taste it...My world on a plate
A world of life blossoms around you. Feel a steady breeze fragant with the smell of the forest lift your soul as piquant flavours dance a complicated tango on


Memorandum, Part 6The Master looked around his room and felt the feeling of guilt heighten intensely. He had been a fool. How had another one got in?Memorandum, Part 6
Because you neglected your duties, didn't you? The thought had swam into his head without him realising. He could feel it, dancing in front of his eyes, a playfully cruel entity which, had it got the hands to wave at him, would have been gesturing wickedly at the empty box that had housed those damned gloves.
"No. I haven't. This place is my life" he mumbled faintly to the room in general, as though willing it to know this. And how long will that last?
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The winner of my competition! [link]
Well done Mega-chan11!
57 pieces of cat stuff in my room at last count!
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Not all treasure is silver and gold. ~ Captain Jack Sparrow
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The winner of my competition! [link]
Well done Mega-chan11!
57 pieces of cat stuff in my room at last count!
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[05:39:36] Simba: We could always make up children......... or steal them. They're technically not adopted if you kidnap them.
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[02:57:07] Simba: *Nomming dying children*
What things?
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The winner of my competition! [link]
Well done Mega-chan11!
57 pieces of cat stuff in my room at last count!
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[05:39:36] Simba: We could always make up children......... or steal them. They're technically not adopted if you kidnap them.
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[02:57:07] Simba: *Nomming dying children*
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The winner of my competition! [link]
Well done Mega-chan11!
57 pieces of cat stuff in my room at last count!
They're watching
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[05:39:36] Simba: We could always make up children......... or steal them. They're technically not adopted if you kidnap them.
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[02:57:07] Simba: *Nomming dying children*
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