"It's been teared apart!""I...
I just ripped the next page!"
"It's been teared apart!""I...
I just ripped the next page!"
"I...
I just ripped the next page!"
I was just about to air horn.Or.... TEALED apart!
This page has been teared apart.
It was posted for me yesterday at 9:05 am (I'm near Greenwich England)Yes, 9:05 am, today.
This would make a good book
Are you up to the challenge?Well, at around 250 words per day I'll catch the first Harry Potter book in 250 days.
I murdered a human being. I’m sure he was human. The first one I have seen in I don’t know how long… now lies dead next to me. His skull was crushed. He died instantaneously.
I’m crying heavy tears of sorrow, the types that don’t flow but upon the betrayal of the self. No, flow they do not. They merely drop to the floor, void.
I, for the second time, lost control and consciousness of my own body and mind. It was like falling asleep and waking up, again. I don’t remember when or how it happened. I was out of my own mind; I killed this person in a possessed rage. Of all things, this is the last that I can live in peace with. During the events that I can’t remember, the times in which I wasn't myself, I could have assassinated more people, without being aware of my acts. This is horrible. Innocent blood stains my weapon. I dedicated my life to protect, and ended up like this... How much of a monster can I be?
Stranger, where did you come from, and why have you came? So long without talking to my own kind, and I return to see more death. They weren't even a warrior. They were defenseless, against this place and against me.
Upon killing them, I regained my senses, finding myself in an acrid murder scene.
I now know that the living remain in the surface, and that they can descend into this dungeon. Yet the barrier remains there. I can’t escape, still.
The moving corpses appear more calm now, though.
I will now hide my hammer. Just having to see it deeply disgusts me. The thought of committing this again destroys me. /
I'm too serious for it. I'm sorry.No April Fool's?
Really?
*sigh*
Are you going mental now, after your little murder?Wait I know
the joke is that
there is no joke
ha
haha