segunda--
Science-blinded trash meddling with what they do not, and will never fully understand.
It seems history truly does repeat itself to the point of becoming farcical.
Let the trash of this city rot in a living grave. Even the living dead hold more worth.
Your world is itself without purpose or, indeed, worth. Thusly, come and meddle. I will cleave this tasteless coil in your stead. The throne of heaven awaits; and futures far beyond the imaginations that spawned these pitiful little plots.
[OOC: Mostly healed now (whoo for being a fucked up not-ghost!) and feeling a little more like himself. He's likely been camping out on the rooftops; Arrancar of steel says FUCK THE WEATHER whatever it is. /o/ Feel free to mention creepy shadows across the windows and whatnot.]
It seems history truly does repeat itself to the point of becoming farcical.
Let the trash of this city rot in a living grave. Even the living dead hold more worth.
Your world is itself without purpose or, indeed, worth. Thusly, come and meddle. I will cleave this tasteless coil in your stead. The throne of heaven awaits; and futures far beyond the imaginations that spawned these pitiful little plots.
[OOC: Mostly healed now (whoo for being a fucked up not-ghost!) and feeling a little more like himself. He's likely been camping out on the rooftops; Arrancar of steel says FUCK THE WEATHER whatever it is. /o/ Feel free to mention creepy shadows across the windows and whatnot.]