So there I was.I'm going to be updating things and bothering people, so let's see if I can't fill up this empty page with something interesting.
Twisting Shadows Chpt 1Chpt 1, Within Night's GraspTwisting Shadows Chpt 1
Arsch was jogging. No, it only seemed like he was jogging, Arsch was -running-... sprinting madly through the terrible darkness that weighed heavily upon him and dragged against his every tiny movement. His fine merian features were contorted in blind horror, eyes squinted, lips pulled sharply downward into a pained grimace. Everything in the calamitous shadow which enveloped him moved in slow motion; from leaves tossed gently to the earth by the twisted trees above him to the beads of sweat that flowed so freely from his brow. Even Arsch's thoughts were muddled and broken, leaving only two sen
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There is a great artist in me.
We're just not communicating.
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If I have commented on your work, that means when I turn into an artistic-talent-sucking vampire, you shall be a victim.
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There is a great artist in me.
We're just not communicating.
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If I have commented on your work, that means when I turn into an artistic-talent-sucking vampire, you shall be a victim.
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