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FW Round 3 Written Chapter 2Outside the gate of Synod, there was a disturbance in the air. Black waves appeared seemingly from nowhere, spiraling upwards from the ground. Once they had cleared, and five individuals emerged. Led by a black serpent, they must have transported miles in a instant, and the effects caused a stir among the group. Two of the group, a young man sporting a cracked monocle and a black duster coat and a woman wearing a sleeveless top and dark denim jeans seemed relatively unfazed by their sudden arrival. The remaining two members reacted in completely different ways. The young male with long black hair tied back into a ponytail seemed unaffected by his sudden transit, while the redheaded male beside him appeared to be holding back a sudden bout of motion sickness. After being able to assure himself that he was not about to see his last meal a second time, he spoke to the serpent.
"Where is this?" The voiceless response has harsh and dismissive, but the snake turned to face the questioner.
FW Round 3 Written Chapter 1Sparks flew as the electrical polearm clashed with the wooden spear Seläh wielded, and both combatants leapt back as one. The redhead grinned wider than before, seemingly thrilled to be engaged in combat, and he lunged forward, striking again and again. Seläh was pushed back deflecting the blows, grateful that she'd reinforced her weapon after it had broken previously. However her opponent's weapon had been made with the same durability, so neither would break easily. Her opponent didn't seem that experienced with his weapon, and left plenty of openings. After deflecting an overhead blow, she made her move. Redirecting the blow and throwing her opponent off balance, she lashed out with a strong kick to his side. The redhead rolled once, not letting go of his new weapon.
"Pretty good, girlie," He chuckled, rising slightly, "But not good enough!" He stabbed forward with the polearm, intending to impale his opponent.
"You shouldn't say that until you've won" Concentrating her en
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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