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And there I was
Fully self aware. Not the first time, and definitely not the last. An evil presence all around, but this was nothing new. This was tranquility. Feeding off my immortal energy for yet another night. Should I continue in this state or save my energy for the next day. I choose to stay. I choose to battle. My mood quickly changes, I know what I must do. I release some energy and call my spear from above, they back off. They weren't expecting me to be aware tonight. So weak, so pathetic. Until another night.
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the fools, how I pity them!
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Is this about masturbation?
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Sudscrided
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__________________
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Ikoparu - Necromancer of Bertoxxulous (Green) Euridun - Druid of Karana (Blue) ---------------------------------- | ||
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rule 36?
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I can see what you see not—
Vision milky, then eyes rot. When you turn, they will be gone, Whispering their hidden song. Then you see what cannot be— Shadows move where light should be. Out of darkness, out of mind, Cast down into the Halls of the Blind. | ||
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Waking in my bed around 3:00am like always. I go downstairs, turn the light on in the kitchen and the TV in the living room to ease the mind. A nightly routine. Something feels different though, something feels unsettling. The light in the kitchen does not turn on, is the power out? I steadily walk to the lamp near the couch I lay on after coming downstairs nightly, but it does not turn on. I know exactly what is happening. I struggle to wake myself up. This was different from the countless times before. Everything was much more clear, no foggy borders. Upon waking up, a little shaken I walk downstairs again for my nightly routine. The kitchen light does not turn on again. I walk over the the couch lamp. Nothing. Here we go again. I pull myself out, I thought this time, this time is reality. I brush my feet along the carpet as I leave my room. It feels too real. This is reality, I'm certain. I walk downstairs, skipping the kitchen light and on a direct path to the couch lamp. Click... Click... Click... Nothing. The unsettling feeling overcomes me, I look at the U-shaped stairs. Nothing. I stare for an unknown reason knowing it's a bad idea. I see it. Bobbing walking down the stairs slowly never breaking eye contact. This isn't fear, its pure terror. It shouldn't be though. This is nothing new. No matter how many times I see, the feeling is always the same. It's the eyes. Those eyes... Seconds go by as it comes closer. I wake up buzzing and vibrating stronger than normal.
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