CycleFourteen warriors guarded heaven while angles stormed the gates of hell.
From there forms all could tell they had been inside before they fell.
Was it pride or greed that left them to think kindness for the weak?
Routed crests of former opponents lay littered at their feet.
No more could they do to lay insult upon what honor had remained.
The coldness in their eyes could not disguise the heated need for pain.
Each forsook the brilliant world to cloaked themselves in nightmare black.
Each of them made choices, none that could be take back.
Weapons at the ready, steady at the line, the warriors flashed their outrage on all who came in sight.
They felt no shame in sacrifice.
Blood flowed swift and free.
Tempers flared up high as flames danced around their feet.
Righteous indignation cut at flesh that was no longer theirs to keep.
As their core turned frigid there was no lingering farewell.
Voided cloaks were lifted as they faced their sorrow and there shame.
Shadows threatened to keep the
Children of GaeaYou are only weak if you want to be. I know, it can be easy to say; well mentally... well physically... but the truth is: as long as you wake up each morning and can smile each night, you've past the only *real* test Gaea gives you. You survived. That takes a lot of strength; to face what's out there. Your own fears, the scorn and ridicule of others; or worse: their pity. But so long as you do, so long as you understand who you are; you have won, and that makes you strong. Don't let No One tell you otherwise.
-Simon LeGaunt to Quintin Holtz
Stuff I should learn Typeography for...Look,
We ran out of Timmies,
Have no more Freds,
and are fresh out of Georges.
You will just have to make due.
Why is the kidnapping rate so high?
DJ B vs. SLWG : Round 2DJ B: Bettah come correct, drop down! Two knees an face the deck or wind up in an alley wit two fangs to the neck. Don't stress my stylz when your words can't help but bounce the check, I know I'm a hot one, wit my two cats an a rebel you can't even hope for a fail.
*drops mike at SLWG's Feet*
SLWG: Michraphone up. Micraphone down. Funny how that mimmicks your sound. Ain't got nothing but time to watch you fail at dramatics and clowin' around. Those fangs are sweet, but I got Fangs for you to meet and greet. Let me send 'em a tweet and see who's standing on there own two feet when the fightin is done. They gonna sing songs 'bout this one, watch you flail in the sun, flip you over, you're done.
DJ B: Feelin' pretty froggy for a doomed two tone with no shows scrubbin' the rails. Don't get your hopes up 'cus I passed you the mic, I was feelin' charitable like that guy from that show wit the kids and the mail. I got three words chimp. Choke and bail. I left you a mile back with my dust an