[ ooc :: For anybody paying attention, there is the loud screech of a bird of prey overhead in the upper canopy of the Great Oak. Quickly following, one of the pages of your journal begins to spatter with blood. Small seeping quickly followed by larger ones now, then more quickly splat after splat. It's almost like a Jackson Pollack willing ( Read more... )

I think Somebody once said the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

True or false?

[ ooc :: Throne has proceeded to obliterate his entire entry and its comments with the overzealous application of ink. ]