you don't do it on purpose but you make me shake.
Shams13 (4:13:59 PM): DISCLAIMER: in no way do i believe in god, or in any story i've ever written. these are figments of my imagination. by writing them, maybe they'll become figments of yours.
Prologue
God sits. silently surveying what he's created, how can he do anything but hate it. No, not what he's created. what his beings have created. it was never in his scheme of things to have ugly buildings littering his perfect skyline, having city lights blocking out his beautiful stars. he couldn't stand it. he was sick of it. he had to do something about it. or better, he would have them do something about it. won't that be grand....
Shams13 (4:14:09 PM): Chapter 1
Of course nothing about that last chapter was real. life scoffs at god. we should all know right now, before we lay out this story, that the government controls all.
The government is god.
the government is all powerful, and it was demolition time.
Shams13 (4:14:22 PM): Chapter 2
the dark man shouted orders at his recruits. he will be thus referred to as the dark man, because no one knows his real name. what they did know was that he was tall, muscular, and had kicked each of their asses numerous times. his profession was perfection, and he expected nothing less. the 50 to 60 men in front of him were clothed in loose robes and loose pants, and their faces were carefully covered by clothe.
the dark man spoke and spat in his guttural language, originating somewhere in the middle east. he told them daily that death awaited them, and that death was bliss. they were accepted when perfected. they thought they were on a mission.
In reality, they were just another american demolition team.
Prologue
God sits. silently surveying what he's created, how can he do anything but hate it. No, not what he's created. what his beings have created. it was never in his scheme of things to have ugly buildings littering his perfect skyline, having city lights blocking out his beautiful stars. he couldn't stand it. he was sick of it. he had to do something about it. or better, he would have them do something about it. won't that be grand....
Shams13 (4:14:09 PM): Chapter 1
Of course nothing about that last chapter was real. life scoffs at god. we should all know right now, before we lay out this story, that the government controls all.
The government is god.
the government is all powerful, and it was demolition time.
Shams13 (4:14:22 PM): Chapter 2
the dark man shouted orders at his recruits. he will be thus referred to as the dark man, because no one knows his real name. what they did know was that he was tall, muscular, and had kicked each of their asses numerous times. his profession was perfection, and he expected nothing less. the 50 to 60 men in front of him were clothed in loose robes and loose pants, and their faces were carefully covered by clothe.
the dark man spoke and spat in his guttural language, originating somewhere in the middle east. he told them daily that death awaited them, and that death was bliss. they were accepted when perfected. they thought they were on a mission.
In reality, they were just another american demolition team.