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Nyci's Journey IVBefore the throne of the Queen the outlaw runt was thrown, and though he put up no fight his eyes pledged impending violence.Nyci's Journey IV
Cunning Asmodai was again covered in gore when they arrived, his uniform cut to bits, feigning the fatigue of a hard-won triumph. He approached with bowed head, playing once again the part of an Ilach guardsman. Aqeldama blood dripped on the long carpet that crossed the throne room with each step. A gathering had formed here of generals and officials, administrators of war looking fierce and tired, who parted for him with bewildered glances and muttered stupefaction.
Lihilith was profoundly
Nyci's Journey III"- and a death for a death." The words were interwoven with mirth, soft yet chilly. They came from lips curved not into the traumatized smile of the insane but the knowing smirk of a wicked victor. The speaker was fair and weathered and bleeding from under the chin.Nyci's Journey III
He gashed the throat of a grinning man at his back.
Nyci twitched. For a split second, black steel whispered its threats to the air. Then it hit its mark. Under the guarding blade, past ribs, the sleek edge cut into flesh and viscera. Nyci wrenched it out of his opponent's stomach. He gave the Ilachir a shove onto cold ground, kicked his foot into the g
Nyci's Journey IIA groan announced the return to the light.Nyci's Journey II
He awoke alone, covered in sticky blood, shivering, disoriented. Everything was broken by lines of fiery pain. He flattened his boney hands on the barren earth, and the purgatory fires seared his protesting muscles with every iota of movement. He rose to his knees… and beheld the dark scars on the land where it'd drunken its sanguine fill.
Only then did he realize he was not yet dead, and only then did his chest hurt in places where it hadn't been wounded. Nyci staggered, crawled, ran, crawled, scrambled, crawled among the fallen, through flaring pain, mad
Land of the FreeA factory worker and cashier give birth to a son Can't go to the hospital, paychecks are done The mother dies as for the first time her son cries Leaving the proletarian father to take care of this kid on his own With only one income, they lose their home As the father falls into depression following his late wife's death, His boss decides he's not productive enough to earn his checks Nothing to eat, nowhere to live And no one's got charity to giveLand of the Free
Is this what you call the "Land of the Free"? A state built on nothing but greed Where people are nothing but money-making t
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You have nothing to lose but your chains.
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"i embraced the summer dawn."
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Memento Vivere
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