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Strands of your mind cling together, like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit.
The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind’s vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood.
From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul.
Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet.
Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more.
So put on your best facade,
Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild,
And allow the city to swallow you whole.
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- Part 2 of "Us and Them"
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27 Apr 2025
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Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it’s not always your day, it’s alright. One moment you’re riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you’re running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. You've really outdone yourself this time. W's dead, there’s angel blood on your fingers and something itches to grow out of your skull. To pierce those gray curls of yours and bask in the twin moons' soft gaze. Something brewing deep within, eager to dim that halo forever and shatter your wings. A piece of you that’s always been there, always hiding and growling, waiting for its moment to shine.
So, hit the lights, Andy. Give it some stage time. Let yourself live a little. Throw out that Lateran jacket, put on some leather. Grow a pair of horns, befriend a fiend. Forget Laterano, forget Lungmen.
Kazdel is your new home. And your new home’s where you rightfully belong, you little rascal.
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- Part 3 of "Us and Them"
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26 Apr 2025