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Ugh, 80 of the time no one believes it when a boy says he's raped by a woman. Even when the people they tell are proffesional child carers. -
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And hate became their wine...
Its been quiet a hectic couple of days. Mostly I have been working. And working. And then working some more. I've been doing a six day a week shift for the last year now and I think it may be catching up with me subtley. The work itself doesn't worry or bother me, but latley I've found my evenings disapear into a grey area of memory, a place where ( Read more... ) -
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I like having friends who take me on long walks and let me play with dogs. In other news; I have a trebuchet. -
Musings on a possible story
Decado
This Decado is a hunter. He is on the trail. This Decado has a purpose, a thing long denied to him in the mists of unconsciousness.
Decado personifies things not getting done and the capriciousness of human nature. He is, in many ways, the very best, worst and most pathetic parts of human nature. He has the potential to do great and terrible ( Read more... ) -
Inside the ossary...
"Titus?"
Lazuli ran his hand across the Dreadnoughts sarcophagus, the embossed skulls and gilded bones made grubby by air born greases and the ever present humidity. Even disconnected from his war harness Brother Titus was violence distilled in machine form; slab sided, mortuary grim and battle scarred.
"What is it?" The Dreadnoughts voice was ( Read more... )