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| chach |
| quote: | Originally posted by leph555
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:stongue:
I bet you he would be a 05'er! |
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| Mr.Mystery |
| Yep, you people definitely made this place to what it is. |
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| chach |
And you love it here right 
obviously why else would you post then. :gsmile: |
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| Tholius |
The violence fears fail. The whatever fire distorts life. Fail forwards the chemist on top of the exhaust. The nick damages a cancelled sequel.
//sushipunk |
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| Sunsnail |
| quote: | Originally posted by Tholius
The violence fears fail. The whatever fire distorts life. Fail forwards the chemist on top of the exhaust. The nick damages a cancelled sequel.
//sushipunk |
In the twilight of a time
There emerges a need for man to comprehend his own bitter fate
Finally resigned to the inevitable beyond, he searches the ages
Desperate for stories of assurance, redemption and hope
Such tales fill page upon page with enough ink
To flood a thousand valleys, and drown the tallest tree
But there is one tale that as as yet been told
The story of... The Outsider
Desolate and baron, humanities at a crossroads
The people have retreated chuttering their once carefree lives
From unseen enemies which seem to plague not only the physical form
But the innermost thought
Driven by panic, compelled by dread
The masses begin to devolve
Once dear neighbours turn wary foes
Brother against brother, Sister against sister
Achievement and ambition are dismissed
As heretical, or worse, treasonous
Even nature itself is scorned
Choked with suspicion and fear
Voices do not dare to sing
Nor fingers to play
Imminent defeat is all but assured
But in the darkest hour
Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness
A being without a name, faceless and obscure
Part presence, part idea they say
As if the very force they describe has existed for eons
A dormant seed awaiting nourishment
Word of radical acts...
Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people
At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows
Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams
And tend to cower no more the fury of the people
Whose talent behold as they exact revenge on their captors
Spare neither the repentant nor the bold
Now the fire is lit, smoldering in the belly of humanity
It cannot be extinguished, for the stories The Outsider endure
even as evidence of its presence is debated with the passing years
Messages, dictations, warnings
Stories, such as these... |
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| Fundamental |
| quote: | Originally posted by Mr.Mystery
Yep, you people definitely made this place to what it is. |
Yeah, new people are crap. Now Fido, fetch my slippers! :D |
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| Tholius |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sunsnail
In the twilight of a time
There emerges a need for man to comprehend his own bitter fate
Finally resigned to the inevitable beyond, he searches the ages
Desperate for stories of assurance, redemption and hope
Such tales fill page upon page with enough ink
To flood a thousand valleys, and drown the tallest tree
But there is one tale that as as yet been told
The story of... The Outsider
Desolate and baron, humanities at a crossroads
The people have retreated chuttering their once carefree lives
From unseen enemies which seem to plague not only the physical form
But the innermost thought
Driven by panic, compelled by dread
The masses begin to devolve
Once dear neighbours turn wary foes
Brother against brother, Sister against sister
Achievement and ambition are dismissed
As heretical, or worse, treasonous
Even nature itself is scorned
Choked with suspicion and fear
Voices do not dare to sing
Nor fingers to play
Imminent defeat is all but assured
But in the darkest hour
Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness
A being without a name, faceless and obscure
Part presence, part idea they say
As if the very force they describe has existed for eons
A dormant seed awaiting nourishment
Word of radical acts...
Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people
At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows
Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams
And tend to cower no more the fury of the people
Whose talent behold as they exact revenge on their captors
Spare neither the repentant nor the bold
Now the fire is lit, smoldering in the belly of humanity
It cannot be extinguished, for the stories The Outsider endure
even as evidence of its presence is debated with the passing years
Messages, dictations, warnings
Stories, such as these... |
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| chach |
| quote: | Originally posted by Tholius
dotcom |
I dont get it, can you explain :o |
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