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From the SideThe first wave sent out by the six factions surrounded the Obelisk. First, the Pilferers were going against the Insiders, the Warlocks against the Brutes, and the Scientists against the Mummies. Then it was the Pilferers against the Warlocks, the Insiders against the Scientists, and the Brutes against the Mummies. Then it changed again, and periodically kept changing like some strange sort of line dance. It was mesmerizing to watch, everyone running into and bouncing off each other; it was just the sort of sight it was hard to avert your eyes from.
Perhaps down there, to the "soldiers," it was all organized, but from where we were, it just seemed like chaos.
It was from a safe distance we watched, my sister, our owner, and I. It was the cusp of one of the many canyons that streaked through the Tyrannian Plateau. We were just sitting on one of the rocks, high enough for a decent view through a few pairs of binoculars, but low enough that falling wasn't too much of a danger.
My sister ha
The Pot of ScrollsWould you like to hear a story? Come, sit.
My pot of scrolls holds many words with which
To sample, and I'm sure one will match your
Own unique taste. Adventure is nigh,
Or say perhaps some romance? Mayhaps thou
Seek comedy, for I've a laugh or two.
Ah this variety, for I'll always
have something you shall enjoy to hear.
For that, you see, my purpose here. To tell
these tales and yarns and fables many, yes.
A storyteller, that is what I am.
I wander far and wide, to seek out these,
My magnificent tales from all across
This wide wide world. And when I hear a tale
That I have not heard before, then it's time
To take up ink and one of my blank scrolls
And write it down, to later share with you
And others eager so to imagine.
Of fairies, knights and dragons, cruel tyrants
And heroes true to oppose them. Now hear
Me now of land of eternity, and
The paper crane that took a man there.
The fisher lad and three times hundred years
In ocean king's fine palace. Heracles
And of his dozen deeds. Th
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More