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Bex_GGG wrote:

One step back, then two ahead,
they are dancing for the dead,
do you have what it takes in you?

Corpses piling all around,
they are dead and make no sound,
and the dancing shall continue.

Who steps in, will pay the price,
on the dance floor lose their lives,
interrupt and they will skin you.

It’s the beauty and her beasts...

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You look left, then you look right,
suck cold breath in out of fright,
is the world already ending?
There are others there, like you,
their eyes empty, just came to,
and their sentence is still pending.

But whom do they have to blame?
Can’t remember your last name,
It’s the monday walk of shame.

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Four team members are deceased,
In the belly of the beast,
and the maggots start their feast.

The last exile is still fighting,
his eyes sharp, his scythe is shining,
but his luck is now declining.

He got stuck, lets out a cry,
in the texture he will die,
the one coding it was high…

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Bex_GGG wrote:

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I do not know your name and you do not know mine; perhaps that makes it easier for I don't know your story and with every death, I live a little bit more.


Sometimes we make mistakes, we all embody Left Chimera.


I thought it was time to end this nightmare, but no . . . I have much work to do yet.


A pity the poor personifications of a past presence plod past us.


For sorrow and spite, the rusted spike ends my life. I can't remember what I wanted of who I was getting it for.


I see the world in this spirit's eyes. His aura, around him, now around me, is difficult to resist. I hear the Alpha's howl and feel the wolves prowl.


A wise lady once told me, "pruning a branch can save a tree." To that, I respond: this tree is an empire and it boasts more branches than you and I can count.


Personally, I try not to get too attached to my work, but Piety, you have shown me a brand new way to live.


They were right to fear me, but fear is a weapon I no longer need. I have become the mistress to Death and his knees are weak.


For this, I am baffled at the moment, and while I don't know him. It appears that Kalandra, too, is a thaumaturge.


The thaumaturge has learned to animate more than flesh; the fetid fears of the Necromancer are no longer the greatest worry of the Gemlings.


Stay among the shadows, brother. For the darkness appears to be the only consistency in this world.


I walk this way to distance myself from Kitava, but I worry because ghosts cannot bleed.


Even in respite we cannot escape desolation.


This red shirt my hide the stains of blood, but the pains of the heart cannot be hidden with such ease.


The mold from which I was shaped no longer fits me. I have grown into a nightmare trying to penetrate Lioneye's light.


There are eyes everywhere. They are watching us give into the corruption.


Lady Merveil, I know your beloved betrayed you, but I was never on your side.

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Bex_GGG wrote:

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Bex_GGG wrote:

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Pocked Miner:"let me fix your armour."
Shadow:"NOT now!!!"


"just want to return this sword, why they don't let me in."

version 1

Blue:"learn from your enemies and you can become much stronger"
Skeleton under attack:"he missed, you idiot"

version 2

Skeleton:"what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!"
Blue:"Of course, look how BLUE i am. I will become YELLOW one day"

version 1

God, i wish i can do that too.

version 2

What if I put a mirror on the wall?!

LEO:"Listen, Vorici need a undercover, any volunteer?"--How Vorici rescue mission starts