Lord of Pain

[wedgegeck]

So, I recently applied to Angels Never Came Down, a play-by-e-mail RPG run by a certain individual of my acquaintance. Despite my fears of lameitude, and of eventual accusations of nepotism, I went ahead and submitted the application.

Lo and behold, I was accepted.

So now, when you see me on the street [all three of you], watch out. I'm a dangerous man, Duriel, Lord of Pain. My theme music should be coming around now shortly.

Also, here's a random poetry selection in relation to both the RPG itself, and my recent wasted time at work:

LONDON [William Blake]
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

Happy? So am I. Because I do not live where I play.

Also-- DAVID APPLY TO THE GAME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Thanks.