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03-24-03
Arnoth winces as the blades hit him, arcs of blood fanning from his back as they pass through him, shearing his robe. He cries out as he grips his left ribs where they have cut deepest. Blood flows quickly from the wound causing a terrible distraction for the three vampires. He struggles to keep the gate open.
You must defeat it without me. I cannot attack and hold this portal simultaneously.
I've changed this, for I no longer agree with what it said.
Our fate is not preordained. We make our own choices and our own mistakes.
Existance cannot be proven since it is, in itself, the proof of all other things. Existance, however, does not need proving. We should enjoy all we experience, proven or not.
Servant of Nobody. Master of my own life.
The devil with a broken mind. |