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Samson’s lay face down is the mud, rain dripping down his sides. He could feel it penetrate his shoes, and as its cooling tendrils began to lick at his toes, with this he could feel the sudden energy to stand. As he stood, he could see the remains of his squad. Each lay as he did just moments earlier, in the mud with red staining their torn trench coats. One was still moving, and driven by what he assumed was instinct, Sam moved by his side. The man who was once his lieutenant, lay shaking on the cold ground. He reaches one trembling hand and grabbed Samson by the collar. “Please” the man struggled to say “tell my wife

Most continue a path those all usually walk money in hand but no breath for small talk gold in the brain and passion set only for gain whatever is in the way no longer a large matter 'cause for the next ounce of cash you'll burn the world or hand it out on a platter.

why do I sit here typing a text that no one will read. I cant say for my self. I sit here with my new laptop, typing what is on my mind, or really what passes through it and what my hand can keep up with I suppose. I guess ill type about me. I'm a virgin if it matters, though I bet any who actually read it will be a troll who comments on it, I don't care. I am a man of contradictions as well. I'm not an entirely social person, quite the opposite actually. I despise people, I believe that they are to unpredictable. something I would know being labeled as an eccentric as well as paranoid. A person can stab you in the back, rob you, or just wat

Inquisitor’s pet The mud was cold and black against Xaren’s skin. The snow rained down softly as frost bite begun to etch at his hands. Out of instinct, Xaren, rolls on his back and blows on them for a precious second of warmth. He thinks of home for a moment, before he got in this mess. As he thinks he hears a distant swishing sound and breaks from his trance. His training kicks in and he jumps to his feet with his flash rifle as he runs fast with his lungs still burning. A flash of light appears and disappears behind him, leave his resting place a black crater of cooling energy. “Holy shit”, Xaren whispers under his