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05-13-03
Felix smiles broadly with a wicked grin.
Come on then. Come, Come. The woods here are full of prey of all kinds and Felix is hungry. You must all be too. Maybe not Vorach, for he is old, but feeding need not be for necessity only. It's fun.
Felix hops onto the sill of a window overlooking the moat and with a cry leaps out into the darkness. He shouts behind him,
Catch me if you can!
He then bounds off chuckling to himself, deep into the black woods, the trees providing footholds so that he never touches the ground.
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. |