

Laughing OneMraahk Tohs saw his first corpse on the desert road between Tohsara and the Borderlands. Half buried in sand, desiccated by the heat, it was so devoid of life it was hard for Mraahk to believe it had ever been alive at all. Death was not new to Mraahk. Since he had been young, growing up in the twisting passages and sandstone tunnels of Tohsara, he had had heard the solemn murmurs, had seen the dark red of mourning. Lying in the soft earth of a grower's balcony with his other urchin friends, he would watch the trains of refugees. The tattered banners oLaughing One


NadirNadir. You’re not really sure why you're here. Not true. You do know why you're here. You were dragged here. Your friends told you this place was the best. In a pretty nice section of town, not one you'd want to walk home alone at two AM in, but pretty nice. Not too sketchy, at least by nightclub standards. And free for girls coming in before eleven. After you mentioned how nice that must be for them they laughed and said they'd split the cost of your ticket between them. So you went. You went because you felt you should. And you sort of wanted to as well. Nadir. Hell of a namNadir


FundamentalI began to see things not long after my seventeenth birthday. Seventeen has to be the single most minor of legal birthdays. At sixteen you can get a driver's license. At eighteen you can vote, serve and die for your country, be charged in a criminal court, and live as an independently operating adult. At twenty-one you can drink alcohol, legally at least. At seventeen you can see an R-rated movie alone. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. I hear that at twenty-one, people often go on a ravenous benderFundamental


Suffering CityRichard Heartsdale woke up one morning to find himself in hell. That he was in hell was not apparent on first glance. His first impression was that he had somehow fallen asleep at the RMV. He sat in a long row of people, perched on the edge of a curbstone, on an open road. The sky above him was overcast, with just the right amount of light to give the white stones before his feet an unpleasant glare. In his hand was a slip of cheap newsprint with a number written on it: five hundred and seventy two. RichaSuffering City
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Randomnees is life's blood,
Without it, it dies.
So be random to some unsuspecting victo... i mean people today
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