<< Tidemeover | Main | Dreamscape Dogs >> July 07, 2005 >> Something Blue Today London fell. It was really only a matter of time - the city has such a rich history of bathing in flames. The dead are buried and life marches onwards; petulant, wary, more and more granite and steel with every shuddering breath. Terror reigns, but only when it hides in the shadows and deep places of the night. Terror unveiled is a weak, pitiable, terrible terror indeed. Joining the Empire was a poor management decision. The deceased are unimpressed - global cliques never helped anybody except the Kings of the Castle, the Lords of the Manor, the Emperor. War drums sound; the tribes are gathering, despite... Despite. Posted by Chris at 05:32 PM >> Commentations (2)
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