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- 12/14/2016 11:23 pm
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- Member Since
- 06/26/2006
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- no where and everywhere
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- Male
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- Hobbies/Interests
- Final Fantasy
About
What a drag
The time of old has past. I am no longer the Zurg I once was. I have lost my faith in the collective and even my self. I no longer wear my skin, I have mutated to become a new being. I no longer wield the weapons I once did. I use dark arcane magic I had picked up during my time in hell. I no long where the mask of honor, I am not worthy now I have downed a new mask to cover my war scared face. The Hunter known as shadow is dead, I am a new hunter one born of pain and betrayal, it is too late for apologies. there is no turning back, this is the animal I have become. The heart that once beat in this chest is broken. Each night I dream of my death and welcome it. Come and bring me to my grave so that I may see my reaper one last time.
There is a world in a dimension where few can tread and those that can don't come back alive and if they do they are no longer who they once where. One year ago in search for my home world I ended up in this hell. 9 long weeks I spent fighting demons and devils. 9 weeks surviving hell it's self. in this world there is a castle and that is wear I make my home. This teleportation ability acts like the star gate brought to gaia by my people and I use it well
Journal
Writings of a lost soul.
the lost journal of Grim the fallen.
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