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(this is was a random sequence i came up with at 2am Saturday morn. I based it off Spoof's and faith's erratic attendance, and the choppy flow of the plotline. In no way is this intended to offend, at least i don't wish it too, I am suffering slight insomina, and waiting for the drugs to kick in. Hopefully enjoyed, Tolly)

crying

Were did Faith and Spoof vanish too

crying

Woe is us this day of tradgety when the forces of evil have no challenger. Our world swept into eternal darkness, our heroes and heroines having never entered the gray of the battlefield. The legends and stories will die having never been passed on as generations are swept upon the table of genocide.

The tear of a single dragon, frozen hearts decending in a strike of vengence, and the single dragon watches from the loneliness of space. Crying out in anguish for his people; "Why have they forsaken us, the gods and powers that be, are their no challengers left in the heavens, and i'm but to stand alone against this tyrant of evil."

Anguish turns to anger, anger turns to hate, hate destroys faith, and without faith the hand of contempt rises. "If you have foresaken us, then let me forsake you, let you rot without praise, let your names go unspoken in my halls, let me spit upon your names, and spite your sullied honor."

He will withdraw leaving a black world to spin on ruled by evil, and chop off the hands that once served false gods. Praying as death approaches, he have but one chance to strike pain to those gods who hath foresaken his people; and in doing so bring justice to the innocent whose deaths stain their pure robes.

(don't let this go to your head too much spoof/Faith, your only a goddess' here, so no immortality in the real world)


One stands troubled Goddess Spoof, bring upon him your wisdom, bless him with your tempered courage, and guide him in this ever troubled world. Send forth the lady in white, the fair maden Faith, that carries your answer in the right hand, and destorys those with the left.

I beg upon thee to show mercy for my loss of faith in your power, but how could you allow such evil to regin once more. Your lands barely healed as too your heros and heroines are few in number. Much will be lost if we go to battle, and I fear we will lose to this black heart.

Send us a sign, send word, bring upon our armies the blessed heros fallen in battle to fight with us once more. The black heart has risen many of his fallen vertans once slain. Our confidence is foolhardy at best, but should we enter the crucible of the battlefield. I must accept that we will be burned away by the evil fires that fuel it.

I beg of thee goddess to send us your strength and I pray for a swift victory or death."

(its not as great as my first, but nonetheless its something from the conscious mind. Now compare and see if you would rather like the isominac's writing to the well rested mind)

"I know of the three keys plot idea, but this is good even if its in bad poem form. Anyways who cares about form, form is for thsoe who are proper, I am apprecitive of any form of writing that is coveying a sense or ideal. even if fantasy created it, and fantasy it dwells.