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Ice Hell

She pushed the jutting precipice of existence into her gaping slushiness. Neither alive nor dead, she viewed meaning as just another artificiality she rode until she came, drenching it with the icy juices of her death-sex drive. 729 more words

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The Ebon Wanderer

My dear former employer,

It is not without a twinge of regret that I am now declaring my withdrawal from the ranks of your syndicate. I admire your mission, and I admire you. 307 more words

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Frozen in Time

III) In-Conclusion

The human saying “time marches on” hollowly tolled next to Rimesheen’s infinite soul-thirst. Riding along on her runeblade’s ceaseless death drive, Matasuntha’s similarly limitless indulgence of wrath proved time to be cyclical, progress an illusion, and change a pendulum. 1,226 more words

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Frozen in Time

I) Diplomacy of Sorts

The shabby figure in the elegant robes approached. Still not trusting the agreement, Matasuntha had Rimesheen drawn. Its blade was angled towards the ground. 819 more words

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