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[emiltastic]

"...in the end, Dhaos and his monsters prevailed, wiping mankind off the face of the city in one fell swoop. Parasites, every single one of them, just like they should have been the first time I woke up. Sparkling as if the mana contained inside that body were bursting forth, Dhaos greeted me with a triumpant smile

Comments

[stargathering]

You don't even do anything in fiction...

{ voice; }

[emiltastic]

It's fiction. [ shrug. ]

{ voice; }

[stargathering]

Yeah. So you should at least make yourself more interesting than you actually are...

{ voice; }

[emiltastic]

I'm interesting enough.

voice; 1/2

[whackachester]

[...]

voice; 1/2

[whackachester]

Can't you write something else?

{ voice; }

[emiltastic]

[ shrugs ]

This works.

{ voice; }

[whackachester]

No way!

[valentineluke]

In my world, war brings forth poppies.

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[emiltastic]

Poppies?

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[valentineluke]

During World War I, wherever destruction tilled Europe's soil, fields of red poppies would later appear.