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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 12:55 am
 
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 5:25 am
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by numinex for the food chain do not steal! c:THE PSYCHO DEMON
The New Step One: The Beauty and the Beast
The world's going to end, Kleine. Do you remember that feeling of being buried beneath the weight of the sea? Except -- it was only ever metaphorically. Perhaps you could describe it more as -- the feeling of being smashed beneath an endless tide of emotion. What sort of emotions did you feel back then, in that moment? And what of the moment when you realized that God is dead? Was it something you detested the idea of, or enjoyed? Or perhaps neither -- did you simply not care, knowing that reality to be far beyond this small life of yours? I think that you felt something. It was something powerful. A compelling pull. Perhaps this pull was of your own devising, or perhaps it was a creature beyond your own power. Do you know what that creature may be, Kleine? Have you an idea of it?
The Enemy. I do not know why, but I have always been compelled towards one of two sides, the line blurred to the point of seeming interchangeable. I have not yet seen the peak that separates thee and me, even far off in the days of yore, I could not see. I imagine this poetically, of course, with fanciful words though they are only thought, never spoken. I imagine this as if a current of energy, emotions rising towards the climax; a battle between two opposing forces, like with all things. Perhaps you could say I imagine it to be a game. There are two sides pulling at me, and I'm not sure which is me and which isn't. One imagines that God is evil, and by extension deceased. One imagines that he is benevolent and watches over us. One is Kleine Heiland, or at least, what he used to be -- and then the other?
Shinsei Karnata. Double Take. The Enemy. I did not know of this creature's presence in my life until I first heard his voice. It was so deep, so chilling. I knew that I did not possess such a voice. Even on my darkest days, and even when my mind imagines the most gruesome of things, I do not possess such a pure evil. There is always at least some ends to the means, even if that end is simply my own enjoyment. But with this creature, I do not imagine such a thing. I do know that perhaps -- maybe it's true -- he's been influencing me. Maybe even beyond Hysteria, there was always the predetermination that I would become the way I am. This potential reality makes me fear, you could say. I have always believed that I act by my own free will, searching for what I want rather than what I'm told to want. I never lie, only speak the truth, especially to myself. If I want to kill, I will not resist it. I will not let morals control me the way others do. But if, in reality, the only reason I enjoy such grim things is because I am pushed to it by another force -- then what does that make my life? Is it not a lie in itself? Am I not a puppet upon a string?
And that brings me to something further. If this creature can control my actions, emotions and desires, then how am I ever to resist it? Should I succumb to it? And if I did, would I lose myself? Would Kleine Heiland even exist anymore? Would I really be living, or simply staring through a lens far gone?
This creature is one of ultimate evil. Even without being told as such, I would have known. If any monster were to exist inside of me, it would not be one of passive longing, silent presiding or even compelling wants. It would be an aggressive creature that would be the epicenter of my change in desire -- a creature that would have resulted in my change, and my many changes. I've always known that I'm changeable. I always wondered why.
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Are you the type of person to hunger for food, or for passion? The type to survive, or the type to risk it all to thrive? Are you one that would risk anything for those you love -- or even for the common good -- or will you leave that to others? Perhaps, could you be the type to work against that? Could you be evil? Could you use and abuse others simply for your own gain? Or even for no gain? What type of person are you, Kleine? Tell me that.
Let's take a moment to look at this from his perspective -- Kleine's. Not Shinsei's, the other side of mine that would most assuredly answer in one of two ways -- I am whatever I want to be, or I will gladly use and abuse others, work against the good, all of the like simply for my own enjoyment. How does Kleine view the world? Does he care about people outside of only him? Was evil not brewing long before Shinsei was born? Before, it was Double Take. Yes, I mention him a lot, though I consider him to be a dead soul. He was my radical perspective on reality, or perhaps you could say my most common and pure perception. I hated people that were different than me. I suppose it's because I felt so isolated, so alone. There were so few that made me ever feel comfortable. I don't really come from these lands, and that's how I've honestly felt. I don't look like the people here. My name isn't made up of syllables. I don't believe in their shrine Gods, I don't believe in nature or balance. I don't believe in karma or the universal spirit. I have always been different, only believing in a Him, He, His, God. And then I look to myself -- who am I to these people? I am from the land of the snow. I am from Yukigakure, right? But it was named something before that. Not unanimously, but by my people,
Sorana. That's my home. It's where the giants roam and the dragons communicate with men. It's where the psycho renegades first realized their potential, through pain and duress. It's where the white-haired northerners presided over all else with power and ability to wage war -- and yet only demanded one thing. That they live in peace.
I suppose you could say a great part of me despises these creatures, these shinobi. I despise them for the fact that they destroyed what was once mine, or belonged to a great ancestor of mine. I despise them for the fact that I am Heiland and they are not. I'm one of the only ones of my kind left in the world -- a man of the north. What does that mean for me? Is that how Kleine feels, or Shinsei? Is Kleine the one who feels this way -- who fears -- and Shinsei the one that feeds off of this fear? Is that not a perfectly putrid romance, that we are engaged in? Perhaps it is a show of how darkness will always consume the light. I remember feeling that way long before now.
I felt for a long time that the world was made of good, sanctioned by God. That people were naturally selfless and could be made to love if shown the path. But then, I looked to the west, and then the east. I saw all of the hatred and the war, over simple things. Stupid things. And then I re-examined my own heart. I was not so pure myself, was I? In my natural state, as a child, I recall cruelty of many a magnitude. Even as a gentle soul, I was still capable of such greed and corruption. You can see this even in the most uncivilized interactions -- on the playground, at home with my brother, or with my mother and father. I was naturally evil, but my religion forced me to see the good. In that way, you could perhaps imagine that maybe God does desire good.
But then I also examined, further, that this God of mine is not widely known or widely loved. There are others, and they all teach similar virtues, but these virtues remain only spoken, never followed. So, I realized that the virtues were in fact only laws taught from man to man, disguised as the word of Gods and spirits. My God, the pagan Gods, they are perhaps only an imagination. There is something above them, far out there, a creature looming over us. By nature, it is chaotic. I don't know if I would go as far as to call it evil anymore. I would call myself evil. If I had absolute power, the world would be a much darker place than now. This God is capable of both good and evil, just like me. Just like everyone else.
The world is made up of two factors: darkness, and light. And I am made up of two factors, the same in spirit but different in name. The Friend, the Enemy. Me, Thee. Kleine, Shinsei. I understand this now. I understand this as Kleine, who is not in fact evil, and not in fact good. He is only searching for happiness. Then Shinsei -- he seeks to destroy happiness. Does he also destroy my own? Does he exist for such a purpose? Or -- is this man a part of a much greater scheme, just as the Enemy may be?
There is an endless whirlwind -- a breeze that swept into the sky and gathered traction among the leaves. This "whirlwind" is what I would call the inner spirit, a complex center of energy that not even one on earth can truly describe. I have always sought to understand it. The more I understand it, the more I see the truth, about me.
That I'm not everything I told myself I am. That I'm what I used to be -- what I knew myself to be, if only there were someone to watch over who I was and allow it to remain "who I am".
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The New Step Two: The Men of the Northwest and the Women of the Southeast
"Kleine!" She yelled my name. The 'she' we speak of would be a regular woman named Lydia Lyrenberg, an individual that never had it within her to fight as many others do. She had talent for other things -- for art, for song, for beauty. In her own way, she was "apex", as I liked to refer to the people that deserved to be alive. People that developed skills that transcended their peers. She was the creative mind of her generation, at least in the small world known as Kusa no Kuni. This was not long ago, this memory. You could consider it to be only a short while ago, a time before I was a Jounin. A time where I still donned the name "Double Take", and terrorized the streets. I met this girl because he had come across her paint shop in the upper district, where she sold her work in order to survive. I witnessed a piece of art in particular that struck me: the taboo, she was not afraid of it.
It was him, Double Take. She drew him as she imagined him. A man in a mask with a large letter "2" over the material. Black hair and dark eyes. A muscular frame, with black leather clothing covering it. It was not far off from how he really appeared -- this made me wonder if perhaps, she carried a similar such exotic mind as I. Perhaps she had an affliction as I did, a dark impulse or an obsession with things that possessed such a dark impulse. The woman herself -- she was a tall blonde with long hair, silver eyes and naturally pink lips. She had a pale, creamy skin tone and she liked to wear casually. She was not the only one, however. She was only one of a few people that I had come across -- people that impressed me. People that reminded me of what human beings could, well, be.
There was a man named Brighton. He was something of a different note, a man of musical talent rather than the visual arts. He was such a worldly person, one could immediately recognize that he was not lying when he claimed to have traveled the world and all the seas. He spoke of the barbarians, he spoke of the handsome men of the far northwest, and the beautiful women of the far south. He did not live to imagine his own glory. Instead, he desired to make other people "happy", you could say. Everything he did, every word he spoke, there was a silver lining; an attempt to let the interest of another rise, and let their worries fall. He would sing and compose and sing to his compositions, and then every now and then he'd sail off in a ship to bring his talents to the other lands far from here. I had become quite possessed by the beauty of such a man that reveals all yet remains mysterious; I did not believe someone could exist as he did, not until I met him.
He had short brown hair and green eyes. He had stubble, though his skin was still smooth at the touch. He was a little shorter than me, and he was athletic in appearance despite his lack of exercise. I remember him. I remember him the most, more than Lydia, and Kamitachi, and Sosuke. The reason I can recall him so well is because often, in my head, I can hear his music. I long for it, to hear those compositions once again. To be able to sing with him again. There are some people that can make even a monster such as myself smile, and laugh. He made me laugh indeed, with his stories of the natives to the south and their strange habits of clothing, their ragged hair and their rough skin. I miss such stories.
You could say that I've always wanted to explore the world as he did, rather than confining myself to this nation of mine. Yet you could say I was bound here by my own ambition: I did not want to leave a place that was not yet ready to leave me. But still, I wonder what sort of world awaits elsewhere. What sort of Gods do they possess? Do they even take kindly to foreigners, like me? Would they respect my strength? Would they bow to it?
See, that's the sort of thinking I go through. It is never about enjoyment, or love, or peace. It's about my ability to control others. I would like to see them. But I do not imagine that simply glances and shared mutual words would last me for long; I would always want something more, something as compelling as life and death. I would want to gain, to control. After all, what am I if not a conqueror?
I can only imagine that I must be something more than that, however. Even though I seek to be everything else, I am still a man. I have simple dreams, like love. I know that -- I've tried, and I'm trying, desperately hard to love Renjin. But then, what else? Could I exist in a simpler world where you are not judged by your power alone? What else do I have, other than worldly knowledge and worldly power? Could I bring music, art, beauty to life?
I don't want to be just one type of person. Perhaps the man I live as now is the man that allows The Enemy to roam free. Perhaps what I have always wanted was simply a wedge to fit in. I can remember desperately dreaming, as a young boy, to find my place; to find where I can be happy. All I remember, though, was my disillusionment from the world as I grew older. Is that what bound me to this predetermined position of mine? Is that what made me forget the joy, and recall the pain?
I look back on my life now and ask myself -- is this what I really want?
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The New Step Three: Imagine This
In the back of my mind, there's a place where no sane man belongs. Not because it's mine -- not because I do not wish to share it, but rather, because they would surely be killed if they were ever to invade this personal space of mine. Of His. Sometimes, in the dark of night as I dream, I find myself there. I had never known before now what this place was -- what the entity inside of it was, this black sphere of first enigmatic interest, and then dark and furious fear.
"Welcome back, Kleine," it said to me. The Enemy -- it spoke in that horrible, dark, looming voice. I could not understand it. I never wanted to hear it. Merely the words contained a darkness beyond human comprehension. It was . . . beyond evil.
"What games do you like to play, Kleine?" It asked me. I did not answer, I only stared, as I always did. I would not speak to it; it would, in response, speak back. I would have to hear more of it. I would have to feel the chill on my spine evolve into a blizzard against my back. I did not want to be around this entity, but sometimes, it took me in.
"I enjoy my own games," it said. "Ones that sometimes, we mutually engage in. These games have more meaning than poker and mahjong -- they split the divide between life and death. You know of these games, yes? I taught you how to play them. The Hunt being the first; find them, discover more about them, make them aware of your presence. Then, the game begins. You were always my greatest player. Even the most elite targets were always so easily dispatched by you. You are my favorite, do you know that? The best of the Psycho Demons. I chose you over all the other Renegades, thousands in number. You were the most loving, the most sweet of them all. I wanted to destroy that." The evil entity began to laugh. I wasn't sure how to respond; it had always been so easy to just ignore it. But now, I wanted to know. I was stronger than ever now. I wanted to be able to speak to this creature toe-to-toe, demon-to-demon.
My lips parted to speak, and I began. "Imagine this," I said. "Imagine a world with you and I -- as always. You are the darkness that swells in my heart, the impulse that controls me. I am the one so subjugated by you -- a boy barely able to stand against your might. How could I, after all? You rigged the game perfectly to your own interests. How could anyone ever overpower you, when you control and regulate their ability to do so? But, imagine this. Imagine you aren't needed. Imagine the one you came to possess was even more wicked and spiteful than you are. Imagine the idea of him enjoying the pain and suffering of others just as you do. Imagine that without your influence, the dark impulse still exists. Then, imagine him becoming the most powerful shinobi alive, and shaping the world as he pleases. What aspect of him is so powerful? We're speaking of a Psycho Demon. Are you not the source of our power? So, with that in mind -- if I did not need you, did not require your pull, and yet still used you for my own benefit . . . did I not win the game? Are you not simply a cow to be milked for your resources, at that point, oh Enemy of mine?"
Back to third person perspective. The demon began to move, slightly; or rather, something within it began to move. It began to split something open -- it allowed room to reveal an eye, and many other eyes. It looked at Kleine and his visage reflected off of it. The glare in its eyes was terrible in itself, but nothing was ever more terrible than the voice. If he could survive that, then he could survive anything. Kleine knew that he was strong. Very strong. No one else had ever come as far as him, with this curse. He was able to resist it for so long. Who else but him had ever been able to do so? Did they not all die young, passing on the power to a fresh and exciting new specimen?
Perhaps his desire to fight back -- to retain himself, was what kept him alive. He wasn't so sure anymore. But he kept surviving. He always kept going on, marching . . . on.
"A brim cap. A mechanical pencil used to detail the map of each sea. An infinity brooch. A boy with a purple sock on one leg and a red on the other. A girl who loved to hate as much as she hated to be loved. One tall, one short, one stubby and one slim. The sun was in their eyes. The sun was in their ears. They could see the light. But they could not see me, in their hearts, in their minds. They were so happy, for the brief period that they remained. It was the same with you; you were such a good person. But then I made you mine. The sun became the moon. The stars became veiled by the darkness of the night sky. I was the only thing still left in your eyes." Kleine did not understand where he was going with this. He already knew this creature's insidious desire to destroy others for his enjoyment. If he was trying to intimidate him, then he was not making any new ground.
But, he knew that such an entity could not be so mindless. He had a point. "The light is in you. Not in me. But it never meant a thing to you. If anything, your perfect atmosphere, all of your dreams and hopes for humankind -- they weakened you. You believed that people were inherently good, and that the world was naturally designed for benevolence. How could you not? Everyone brought you up and raised you, trying to make you believe that such a thing as hope existed. Your father covered your eyes from the grim sights, and your mother told you only of stories with morals and happy endings. They did not prepare you for the darkness ahead, Kleine. They didn't allow you a single defense from a creature such as I, in the form of that woman, Madam Hysteria. After what she did to you, with your inability to understand or resist, your body was corrupted and the rift in your mind that she created allowed for my arrival. From that moment on, you and I have always belonged together, but not mutually. You can never be free of me. But I can be free of you." He shaped himself into a humanoid form; a man, veiled much like the stars.
He stepped forward, and handed Kleine something of use: a map. "What does life mean to you, Kleine? Why do you not search for your own happiness - but others' despair? Why are you so unlike other humans? Why do you judge them as you do? Do you feel as if you are not one of them, as if you're a creature beyond their margin? Is this feeling of contempt for them something that you believe to be normal, while at the same time, you also believe that humans are biologically designed to support each other in order to preserve themselves? Perhaps you feel as if you've broken the evolutionary chain? In one way, you have. You don't want to reproduce -- you're privy to the bodies of men, not women, after all. But there are still biological weaknesses inside of you that all humans possess. Your mind is weak and flimsy, and that is what allowed me to assume control of it in the first place. You can never run from me, Kleine. How could you? Can a man run without legs? Can a bird fly without wings? As the sun rises in the sky, so do I rise within your being. One of these days, there will truly be no distinction between the Friend and the Enemy. Between Shinsei Karnata, and Kleine."
He awoke.
He was not exactly positive as to how the creature managed to obtain this map, but then, he wasn't exactly sure how he managed to wake up in a different place than where he slept. He was surrounded by corpses. By people that were -- presumably -- killed by him.
His body was not his own anymore, was it? For only a moment, a short breath in his life was he free. He began to wonder if he could ever be at ease like that again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:07 pm
The Enemy. So aptly named, you are. And me? My name means a lot too. Little one. So little in the face of - you, my demon tormentor, the big bad wolf that somehow managed to steer the forest. I was always so little in comparison to you. I meant nothing, could say nothing, do nothing. My entire life I was a puppet slave. And yet one thing kept me going . . . Analetz, Analetz, Analetz. Her words: that one day, a creature even more evil than you would rise and take back command of his body. That - inevitably - I would come around and do what you could not, conquer the world, avenge the North. That day has come, my dear Enemy. It didn't come because God willed it. You are God, and you are weak. As I always suspected from the beginning of my youth, God is either dead, ambivalent or evil. You are all three, are you not? Ambivalent to your kin - hateful to your enemies, and so trapped in the confines of a single space. I understand now why you wanted me to unify the Saigon. You wanted . . . to return to prominence, have your great re-awakening. But - God - you have failed us. You are no longer a God, but merely another entity seeking power. Falsalazar, as I am Kleine. That leaves the question behind - does that not mean that any one of us could become God, if he were to amass the strength? Could I not become God if I were to contain the Saigon? Of what divine nature are they? You remain silent now, and I don't mind that. I will find these answers by myself. For now, I would instead like to reminisce over our past experiences. We had a long life together, didn't we? You've been inside of my mind since I was very young. Before you came, I was the purest of souls, too. But not really. It was perhaps always a ruse to my deep lust for something - my interest in controlling others. I was kind because it worked; I got my way, people believed me, even when I wasn't so kind anymore. What was I really? Was I ever domineered by you? Or did I perhaps domineer you? Was my kindness, my compliance, my ferocity - was that the weapon in which I used to contain you? Did I succeed because I was simply better? I remember when I was alone back as a child with Hysteria. She taught me everything I knew. Perhaps just as she was exploited by you before, she knew that I too would come to be exploited. She taught me of the human mind and how it worked - the subtleties of lies and the glamorized truths, the game that always surrounded human interaction. Does that not extend to you? Are you not sentient, feeling, and believing? If the Saigon were truly omniscient, then why would they have failed and lost to the humans? You too are vulnerable. She must have known that. When darkness overtook her mind and she descended upon me, I was left alone for a while to think. I was not traumatized in reality . . . I always assumed I was, but only looking back from a convenient perspective. In reality, I was quite overjoyed at the understanding of just how above reproach I was. Even as a boy, I had everything. I had a demon inside my head that brought me power - I had the love of my father, who was one of the strongest in the world. I had the throne of the Karnata dynasty in my pocket. I was assuredly the best of my tribe, or I at least would be. So what developed was an extreme determination. I wished to surpass my father in all things, so I took to him fonder than before to learn what he knew. He loved his sons and so he mentored me without hesitation, surprised at my newfound diligence. I didn't tell him what Hysteria was doing to me; I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to become better than I was. Perfect. Perhaps that was your influence, attempting to retain the penultimate vessel. I do not know quite yet what your desire was, but whatever the truth, I became better for it. At a very young age, I had already begun to see the flaws in my father's power. I witnessed his weaknesses that no one else could determine - as I watched him murder Kage level shinobi, I realized that I could triumph where they could not. I trained for my entire being for the moment where I could kill him . . . in the day, I was trapped by the facade of love, and by night, trapped by ambitious fervor. Without him becoming aware, I had based my existence around his demise. By the time I was Chuunin, I understood what my life was. It was a duality of things . . . the darkness of the Enemy, the grey of Kleine, and the white of my counter-balance. I began to seek romance in order to find that realistic duality, perhaps a shred of joy in my joyless existence. No, I did not succeed. But I undoubtedly tried. It was endearing of me - I was charming for a moment, just like Hysteria taught me to be. The truth was that I had begun to develop in mind because of you. Everything you did and believed, I mimicked, even though you were so sure I wasn't aware of you inside of me. I didn't quite know what you were, but I knew you were there - watching. I felt it. It was a gradual process of acknowledgment that had allowed me to protect myself from completely being overridden. By the time I was age ten, I had come to understand in utterance just what human nature was; the concept, the form. I learned of people and what they did, what they wanted. This was where I came up with my theory, remember? The one I tested on the millions of people in the Fire Nation? I believed firmly that they would do whatever made them happy, and made them feel more successful. As a result, I managed to rile a large sum of the world's population up to pick on weaker groups of people - minorities, the River Country, the Tea, the Wave, the Barbarians. They worship me now as if their new God, and all because of a single theory I imagined at that age. By the time I was twelve, I began to understand my sexuality. This was perhaps the counterbalance to my evil, can you imagine it? Despite what everyone says about men in heat, my own need to appease my appetite is probably what has kept me from going much further. I want to love and be given love to - that is the apex of my humanistic desires. These things all developed psychologically. If that is the case, then I wonder why I came out to be so unique in this regard; wanting the attention and company of men. Was it because I valued power? Was it narcissism? Was it due to say, a deep infatuation with a certain handsome man? Psychologists believe that attraction towards your parental figure drives your sexuality - it's just inherent and does not awaken around them, only beneath them. I don't believe I was "attracted" to Shahnz. Perhaps, however, I respected him and knew that I would want someone like him later on in life. I began to dream, and imagine, these hidden things that were not spoken of in public. I watched, my eyes constantly seeking a new venue in which to discover more about myself. I would sneak up on the windows of the young men, imagine myself being there at a later date - I was in that period of my life where there was only one thing on my mind. For this moment, my dedication to Shahnz's death had declined very greatly. When I was fourteen, my growth set in and so my training resumed. This was when I became a Genin, slightly later than a lot of others in the city but much more capable than them. I had already begun to beat my mother in spars, who used to be the "pride of the Heilands". Used to be, before my father came back from Bai Don. That also made me question a little just how far we'd fallen. If Emma Neuderwick's weak a** was the pride of anything, then what exactly did that mean for our family? Was my father really the only thing we had left? I knew I was to kill him, so my ambition for Bai Don arrived around this time period. If the Heilands were so weak, dominating them meant nothing. I needed more . . . a country, millions of people. I needed them to all know just how wonderful they were - my theory developing, my ambition completely fleshing itself out. By this time, I was committed. At the age of sixteen, I became a Chuunin. I had begun to win spars with my Uchiha relatives, my first cousins who were somewhere briefly after me in the line of succession. There was tension at this time due to the fear that Shahnz would inherit the throne, with the Uchiha believing that people closer to Konoha should gain the regalia. Our spars meant everything to our fathers - the fact that I won was a loss of prestige for Mikami, the fact that they lost was a gain for good Shahnz. It seemed that the Northerners would indeed finally gain a foothold into the South, with every nobleman cringing at the thought. I looked nothing like any of them - I didn't know their customs. I was better than them and always outwitted them. My influence in the court of Bai Don began to grow, with my grandmother showing great interest in me. She chose me over Lucifer in the line of succession, a dispute that one day had to be settled. It was on that night that you finally awoke inside of me, fully, rather than simply blowing cold air to shake my puppet strings. On the marionette, I could feel myself moving . . . no more was I mostly myself, but instead entirely a slave to another's desire. _________________ "Kleine," he whimpered. He was strapped up to a mattress, chained to the wall, with his pet doberman tied up in the corner of the room. Who was he? He was Wei zo Lurnov, and for the past year he had been Kleine's closest companion . . . his lover, his best friend, the one who was there for him when the going got rough. Now, he was practically ball and chain, with the boy who said he loved him beating him near-death with a whip. "Kleine," the Heiland repeated after Wei. The room was dark, a lightbulb flickering on and off, moving past the older man's face. The dog who was backed into the corner tried barking, but the sounds could not leave the space in which he breathed. There was a telekinetic wall blocking him and the rest. It was just the two lovers, intimate in their ever dampening relationship. "I discovered money in your drawers last week, Wei. Weren't you always so broke?" He smiled at him, kissing him on the chest before another lash against his uncovered skin. "I was rather happy for you - except I was also curious. Where did it come from? It was assuredly new, and it was such a large sum. Tens of thousands of Ryo. Enough to buy a nice house and settle down . . . for a while. What could that mean?" He stepped back some, sitting down in the chair he'd brought for himself when he got bored of the usual gig. Torture wasn't as interesting as he'd imagined it to be. He could see the pained look in his lover's eyes. Deep inside, it hurt . . . so much. It made him want to die, to see him like that. But the Enemy was already alive, and it twisted what Kleine was to who he wanted Kleine to be. So there was just this, this hateful entity, one with infinite wrath and infinite need for gratification. "I brought the money to a Yamanaka, and they found who it used to belong to - my father. Do you know what that means? It means that," His eyes began to reveal this pain; this suffering in his soul. Not even the Enemy could hold this back, the feeling of betrayal. "It means that this whole time, you were the agent of my father's paranoia. I wanted you to be my counterbalance. The white to my black soul. I thought you were so perfect. I thought you loved me. But the truth is that you just wanted money." The sadness, the pain, all drained in a string of tears. And then they quantified to anger, and his face lit up with rage. "They say the truth will set you free - now that I know, I should be free of you. But I can't be if you stick around. I have to make sure that you're nowhere to be found. So I - I came up with a solution." He reached into his drawers, leaning back and pulling out a sawblade. "If I cut up your face real nice, I won't remember it in my tearful dreams. And more than likely, you'll die in the process, so you'll be lucky to not endure your tragic future." _________________ Oh, that hurt, now that I remember . . . I loved him. Even though he lied to me, I knew that his feelings were real. I knew he told my father only good things about me. I knew that he was not dishonest by choice, but by necessity. He wanted to use that money to whisk me away to the waves and be with me forever. I knew . . . I knew. I found it in his journal, one that was filled up with how much he loved me. Poems he wanted to read to me but didn't have the courage to. He was such a charmer, even after he died. More than anything else, my sweet Enemy, I wish you had not killed him. He would've been the one person that could take me away from my ambition and remind me of who I am . . . or was, before, before you. I remember him so fondly, even after now. How patient he was. How much he wanted me to be free, and to escape the binding tasks of a shinobi. He just wanted everything that I needed; he was that type of person. Never said too little or too much, always smiled when I needed to, always knew when I needed him to tell me that he loved me. My times with him were the one thing I had left as a human being. Eventually, his absence made my "duality" one of pure darkness; "Pure Evil", as he described in his dying words. I understand now that he said that because only a pure evil soul could betray someone who loved them so much. I suppose, by that logic, I was gone before he even left. Maybe even the idea that I could imagine hurting him was what pushed me over the edge - but it was all brought on by you. Oh, God, how can one hate so much as I have hated you? How can one feel so abandoned as I have felt? How can one know so much anguish as I have known? Why did you have to choose me to be your flail? There were a million others . . . but it had to be me. I remember that there was a story from the East that regarded a number of Gods as their rulers. They had possessed ancient artifacts that empowered humans, perchance the remnants of Xhu and perchance the only evidence of a true deity in this world. The Great Goddess Amaterasu revealed three treasures in her shared dreams; the Totsuka Blade, the Yata Mirror, the Magatama Beads. I had read that each of these artifacts was a sign that you were chosen if you could discover them. This led many young explorers out to the seas and the shores to find them - but now, I think I understand where these entities spawn from. They are not things that exist in the world as simply as paper or stone, but as spiritual incarnations that find those who deserve them. Knowing that I had been chosen by you, I sought answers in the Temple to know if my yearnings were valid for the Lords of the Sky. That was where I met Atlas, though that is a story for another time. There, I watched the followers offer things to their Gods, the head of a lamb . . . grain, flowers, beautiful things and useful things. I knew that it was all wasted. In the depth of the seas, there was an answer that compelled me. Beyond Karnata and Ryukyu and Guron and Huan-Pei, beyond humans and their battles, beyond life and death and their illusion of divide . . . there was the Undead, lurking in the distance, and in their hands a sacred treasure. This was the first time I witnessed the Emperor's Beads, the inspiration behind the Kech Marah - the figure I would use to crown myself. The Emperor's Beads, imbued into Evander before his death by the ultimate God. His invulnerability was always a mystery, but now I know it to be an act of divine providence. This Amaterasu is real, and I pray to her. With your demise, my old beloved, she has come into my life anew. This is my declaration of conversion. _________________ "There is an ancient story that haunts me," he said to me. I was not quite sure what was in store, but all I had heard from Evander thus far was intrigue. He had come closest to touching death, only to be pulled back as he descended to the bottom of the ocean floor. He was our first Psycho Demon, but also, our first Prophet. He reconnected us to Her, that unseen being from beyond. "Do you remember the tale of Bjorn? He was our most beloved ancestor, who was gifted a body of iron and a heart of gold. He was loved by all and ultimately successful. So, how did he die all of the sudden? What happened to the Lydians? Why is our history so . . . hidden?" His hands relaxed over the fire that warmed his cold veins. His glowing eyes stared into mine, seeking interest before he continued. And it was there; it always was. I was happy to be around him. "I think that a great catastrophe occurred that destroyed all of what we know. It was something akin to the invasion of the Southern Forces - the ones that took over our Sorana and made it Yukigakure. You see, I have always guessed this, from long before now. Even as a young man, I was always a seeker . . . a philosopher, an intellectual at heart. I wished to unearth the truth of our past - why had the Heilands fallen from prominence? Why did the Lydians collapse after hundreds of years in a Golden Age?" He looked to the Hoplite, of the Sassai'I, who had eventually revealed the truth to him. But he didn't think Kleine needed to know all of that right now. "When I realized that there was such a great power beneath us, to the South, I knew I needed to prepare everything to fight against them. I knew they'd come . . . and they did. And, that was why I fully developed my abilities, and accepted the Enemy's assistance. But there was something else - a deep connection to something, it pulled me away." He stared out to the shore, grinning as he witnessed the fire reflect on the cold blue, even from so far away. "It was the ocean . . . and when I was dying by drowning, I discovered just what exactly it was. It was a connection to the earth; it was my deep connection to the world and its people. It was a right to rule given to me by something other than us, a being that acknowledged my own wisdom." Evander told me at this point to seek my own connection . . . and so I did. I went down to the deep trenches of the sea with only faith keeping me going deeper - until I found something very special. _________________ It was a cave, one that blocked out water and was filled up with light. It was a long cave, practically never-ending. In this cave, there were roots that were the size of cities. They seemed to dig right into the center of the earth, and they emitted the light that he had come to witness. The ocean likely kept them alive, and they in turn kept something else alive. Kleine had his suspicions as to what that thing was . . . but he did not reveal them until later, only to admit to Evander that his suspicions were all wrong. At first he believed it was the Tree of Life, but he was entirely fooled by this notion. After exploring deeper, he found a strange race of mostly human creatures that lived in an underground society. He figured they were surely the source of the roots, using them to grant light and power their facilities. But, they had no true facilities, purely tribal and mostly desolate. Upon asking them over and over, an attractive young man told Kleine his own belief. "It's the life of the planet," he said. It was as if the planet was a giant seed that extended roots from the center, when in reality those on the surface knew the center to be volcanic. Magma, horrifying. Still, Kleine was interested in this theory, so he went home with the young man to uncover just what the origin of this belief was. "It's our ancient tradition," he said. "In ancient Norian belief, it is said that the God of this world is but a young sapling that will eventually begin to grow. The beauty of this planet will multiply by thousands of times, and we will live in more than three dimensions . . . we will merge with the sun, the moon, a perfect union fit for the children of God. These roots are evidence of our Lord's growing state." He didn't wish to hear of any other theories - of Amaterasu, of Falsalazar, of Jashin, or any of those "pagan" Gods from above surface. These people had already heard of them all, as once upon a dream, they connected with Evander in his search for a new method of life. The young man was adamant that nothing else was the truth. That, he knew the truth . . . that he felt the truth, inside of his heart, every day. That sometimes, he saw the truth, a vision of the future of this world. And Kleine inquired and inquired, and ended up spending the day just picking this man's brain. He made him feel so intelligent that he couldn't resist but answer - and later, he made him feel so appealing that he couldn't help but entertain Kleine's midnight desires. The two of them went on a journey together to encounter some of these roots, and where they might have led to. Eventually, the Heiland noticed that the roots became more and more frequent as he went deeper into the cave. He also realized that there was a hole that led up into the mountains of Kusa from here - almost as if someone had desperately tried to escape this dark pit. He did not care for the implications, and only continued to search the cave. The light grew brighter, eventually the roots nearly blocking the way. It was difficult to even move through them.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 9:51 am
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Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 7:00 pm
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec massa lectus, fringilla viverra pellentesque id, dapibus id lorem. Nunc nec nibh felis, eu vulputate risus. Integer urna magna, porttitor quis iaculis gravida, feugiat a elit. Etiam vestibulum dui vehicula nibh pretium eget accumsan erat ornare. Nullam eget dolor velit, id adipiscing augue. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas id dolor dolor. Suspendisse dolor enim, molestie at commodo id, pellentesque vel dolor. Vivamus eget dolor neque, vel feugiat velit. In dignissim dignissim erat ac vulputate.
"Vestibulum dapibus dui vitae nisl mollis at pellentesque tortor vulputate. Aliquam felis urna, porta sed dapibus sit amet, pellentesque sit amet massa. Nunc sed augue sit amet felis viverra consectetur." Vestibulum nec lectus augue, in pulvinar velit. Nunc varius mauris sit amet lacus consectetur fermentum. Morbi lacinia mauris vel enim viverra id feugiat purus egestas. Morbi id mauris vitae augue facilisis luctus.
Aliquam tincidunt lectus egestas dolor posuere ac malesuada sem euismod. Donec quis quam venenatis turpis semper mattis eget in est. Integer ut nunc sed orci pretium vestibulum nec et orci. Aenean eget ante nunc, vel faucibus lectus. Curabitur arcu justo, hendrerit facilisis scelerisque sit amet, tristique vitae dolor. Aliquam ornare elit nec lectus accumsan at porttitor dolor dignissim. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur quis interdum quam.
Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 3:22 pm
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec massa lectus, fringilla viverra pellentesque id, dapibus id lorem. Nunc nec nibh felis, eu vulputate risus. Integer urna magna, porttitor quis iaculis gravida, feugiat a elit. Etiam vestibulum dui vehicula nibh pretium eget accumsan erat ornare. Nullam eget dolor velit, id adipiscing augue. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas id dolor dolor. Suspendisse dolor enim, molestie at commodo id, pellentesque vel dolor. Vivamus eget dolor neque, vel feugiat velit. In dignissim dignissim erat ac vulputate.
"Vestibulum dapibus dui vitae nisl mollis at pellentesque tortor vulputate. Aliquam felis urna, porta sed dapibus sit amet, pellentesque sit amet massa. Nunc sed augue sit amet felis viverra consectetur." Vestibulum nec lectus augue, in pulvinar velit. Nunc varius mauris sit amet lacus consectetur fermentum. Morbi lacinia mauris vel enim viverra id feugiat purus egestas. Morbi id mauris vitae augue facilisis luctus.
Aliquam tincidunt lectus egestas dolor posuere ac malesuada sem euismod. Donec quis quam venenatis turpis semper mattis eget in est. Integer ut nunc sed orci pretium vestibulum nec et orci. Aenean eget ante nunc, vel faucibus lectus. Curabitur arcu justo, hendrerit facilisis scelerisque sit amet, tristique vitae dolor. Aliquam ornare elit nec lectus accumsan at porttitor dolor dignissim. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur quis interdum quam.
Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:48 pm
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec massa lectus, fringilla viverra pellentesque id, dapibus id lorem. Nunc nec nibh felis, eu vulputate risus. Integer urna magna, porttitor quis iaculis gravida, feugiat a elit. Etiam vestibulum dui vehicula nibh pretium eget accumsan erat ornare. Nullam eget dolor velit, id adipiscing augue. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas id dolor dolor. Suspendisse dolor enim, molestie at commodo id, pellentesque vel dolor. Vivamus eget dolor neque, vel feugiat velit. In dignissim dignissim erat ac vulputate.
"Vestibulum dapibus dui vitae nisl mollis at pellentesque tortor vulputate. Aliquam felis urna, porta sed dapibus sit amet, pellentesque sit amet massa. Nunc sed augue sit amet felis viverra consectetur." Vestibulum nec lectus augue, in pulvinar velit. Nunc varius mauris sit amet lacus consectetur fermentum. Morbi lacinia mauris vel enim viverra id feugiat purus egestas. Morbi id mauris vitae augue facilisis luctus.
Aliquam tincidunt lectus egestas dolor posuere ac malesuada sem euismod. Donec quis quam venenatis turpis semper mattis eget in est. Integer ut nunc sed orci pretium vestibulum nec et orci. Aenean eget ante nunc, vel faucibus lectus. Curabitur arcu justo, hendrerit facilisis scelerisque sit amet, tristique vitae dolor. Aliquam ornare elit nec lectus accumsan at porttitor dolor dignissim. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur quis interdum quam.
Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 12:34 am
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec massa lectus, fringilla viverra pellentesque id, dapibus id lorem. Nunc nec nibh felis, eu vulputate risus. Integer urna magna, porttitor quis iaculis gravida, feugiat a elit. Etiam vestibulum dui vehicula nibh pretium eget accumsan erat ornare. Nullam eget dolor velit, id adipiscing augue. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas id dolor dolor. Suspendisse dolor enim, molestie at commodo id, pellentesque vel dolor. Vivamus eget dolor neque, vel feugiat velit. In dignissim dignissim erat ac vulputate.
"Vestibulum dapibus dui vitae nisl mollis at pellentesque tortor vulputate. Aliquam felis urna, porta sed dapibus sit amet, pellentesque sit amet massa. Nunc sed augue sit amet felis viverra consectetur." Vestibulum nec lectus augue, in pulvinar velit. Nunc varius mauris sit amet lacus consectetur fermentum. Morbi lacinia mauris vel enim viverra id feugiat purus egestas. Morbi id mauris vitae augue facilisis luctus.
Aliquam tincidunt lectus egestas dolor posuere ac malesuada sem euismod. Donec quis quam venenatis turpis semper mattis eget in est. Integer ut nunc sed orci pretium vestibulum nec et orci. Aenean eget ante nunc, vel faucibus lectus. Curabitur arcu justo, hendrerit facilisis scelerisque sit amet, tristique vitae dolor. Aliquam ornare elit nec lectus accumsan at porttitor dolor dignissim. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur quis interdum quam.
Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 5:12 pm
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec massa lectus, fringilla viverra pellentesque id, dapibus id lorem. Nunc nec nibh felis, eu vulputate risus. Integer urna magna, porttitor quis iaculis gravida, feugiat a elit. Etiam vestibulum dui vehicula nibh pretium eget accumsan erat ornare. Nullam eget dolor velit, id adipiscing augue. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas id dolor dolor. Suspendisse dolor enim, molestie at commodo id, pellentesque vel dolor. Vivamus eget dolor neque, vel feugiat velit. In dignissim dignissim erat ac vulputate.
"Vestibulum dapibus dui vitae nisl mollis at pellentesque tortor vulputate. Aliquam felis urna, porta sed dapibus sit amet, pellentesque sit amet massa. Nunc sed augue sit amet felis viverra consectetur." Vestibulum nec lectus augue, in pulvinar velit. Nunc varius mauris sit amet lacus consectetur fermentum. Morbi lacinia mauris vel enim viverra id feugiat purus egestas. Morbi id mauris vitae augue facilisis luctus.
Aliquam tincidunt lectus egestas dolor posuere ac malesuada sem euismod. Donec quis quam venenatis turpis semper mattis eget in est. Integer ut nunc sed orci pretium vestibulum nec et orci. Aenean eget ante nunc, vel faucibus lectus. Curabitur arcu justo, hendrerit facilisis scelerisque sit amet, tristique vitae dolor. Aliquam ornare elit nec lectus accumsan at porttitor dolor dignissim. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Curabitur quis interdum quam.
Donec eget dui quam. Maecenas ligula nisl, tincidunt nec suscipit a, pharetra eget velit. Morbi congue mollis metus in eleifend. Integer consectetur risus at tortor vehicula molestie. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nulla suscipit fringilla ligula ac auctor. Curabitur arcu dolor, ultrices quis tempus id, ornare in massa. Nam eu diam sit amet sapien pulvinar porta posuere ut dui. Aenean dui nunc, gravida eget tristique ut, facilisis non nisl. Vestibulum suscipit lectus sed purus vulputate et vestibulum ipsum tempus. Nam in lorem quis dui cursus hendrerit quis id sapien.
Aenean et ante at quam euismod consectetur. c** sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Ut et ipsum et nisl commodo suscipit in et quam. Morbi iaculis, est quis egestas aliquam, tortor lorem consectetur libero, eu malesuada urna mi porttitor libero. Donec mi sem, egestas sit amet auctor in, feugiat sed lacus. Aliquam non odio urna. Aenean enim massa, accumsan sed rutrum vel, rutrum nec eros. Phasellus at magna ac nunc mollis cursus. Cras suscipit neque turpis, tempus vehicula ipsum. Praesent tellus ante, tincidunt quis mollis et, dignissim nec felis. Donec quis consequat est. Proin ac sapien a sapien suscipit ullamcorper. Vestibulum sit amet leo in enim feugiat scelerisque. Quisque iaculis sollicitudin sem nec venenatis. Sed iaculis rhoncus nisi, at dictum nisl eleifend sit amet. Curabitur varius nisi ac sem pulvinar in dictum lectus tincidunt.
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