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| 13 Jun 2015 09:22 PM |
Imagine yourself walking upon a gray cobblestone path in the dead of winter. Your pitch-black boots crack at the path as you walk- a firm reminder to those around you who happens to be in their presence.
Drums, violins, brass- massive orchestrations accompany your every footstep in the gloriousness of your stride. Light gray sidewalks on each side of your way are lined with men and women- all in the same dark gray uniforms, holding rifles and saluting you with sweat on their brows.
Banners line the way- hanging in red and black- whipping across the sky in the icy cold air that fills your confident lungs with every witty breath you take.
Each step that you take pushes the orchestra to keep playing, to keep the soldiers' rifles high, to have them all salute you with nervousness in their brains and endless fear in their ordinary hearts. Your ever-widening smile persists as you know that you control this; you control ALL of this.
Your walk takes you further and further towards the higher sectors of this great gray city- blanketed by red and black national colors. Salvo artillery cannons rest on the hill, pointing outwards into the abyssal lost world that you leave behind with every step you take.
Your coat flaps past your legs in the wind, the silver buttons upon them growing colder by the second as you walk towards the peak of your Empire- your throne. Your hair becomes ever stale and dry in the Northern gust, sending chills of delight through your arms and up your spine.
Your mere stride and essence is fed by the fear and subjugation of these masses- for this very subjugation is their liberation. Throughout your life- you were merely told that such a future was impossible, improbable, and overly-idealistic. The mere hypocrisy in such words of these people... Heresy...
The freedom that you have stripped from these pitiful animals in human clothing are of all sorts from all over the world, for everyone has seen the spoils of a rich life- a life of luxury. But now- you have raked their condescendence from them! Such a luxury was idealistic to begin with- the very thing they wished not to envelope the world. Now- organization, control, and subjugation rule over the masses with your fist and your fist alone. Not a single speck of dust moves without your very whim. This is CONTROL: the only realistic thing that has created society in the very beginning.
But now- a rebel nation of blue and white seeks otherwise? I will strip them of their hope. I will take from them their love of family and life itself and grind it into the very dust they walk on!!!
~/A new book series that is soon to be written: Subjugation\~ |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:24 PM |
| And then god took a piss, creating another universe filled with panda bears. |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:25 PM |
| @circirak, I would prefer an actual opinion. |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:28 PM |
then those panda bears wrote a story
that story was of a little boy named nocturnalphilosopher he made a story, called subjugation, another boy named circirak posted random nonsense on it. then mentally, gave it an honest 8.2/10 |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:33 PM |
And then circirak posted another wall of text, it was him saying "you're wlecome"
then jumped out the window because of his spelling mistake |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:33 PM |
Though your "little boy" bait could have been a little more potent, don't you think..?
I'm not easily flustered. Perhaps you could try a few newer folks in OT- which by the looks of your groups- seems to be where you belong. |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:36 PM |
| circirak soon woke up, eat his computer, and then made it into an origami j mascis |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:37 PM |
| I'd rather you didn't make your OT novel here, sir. |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:39 PM |
he soon found nocturnal's house and beaten him with broom.
nocturnal then wept, at the picture of j mascis and his great locks of greatness |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:41 PM |
I suppose the following replying posts will be in regards to your posts. Ah- that's a shame. Won't be checking on this again.
Have a nice night. |
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| 13 Jun 2015 09:53 PM |
| Then nocturnal came back to life, ate his pants |
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