by D3thNote » 05/07/2012 12:13 AM
Alone. That's what most people believed. They were partially right I guess. In the day time I was alone, no family of friends. But when night hits, when I begin to kill and mane, send a message to whom I'm told, I am not alone. If you would believe it, this all started with a young boy and one monk...
For death is not always...
The unwelcome guest
Argus Apocraphex: The hole in society where reality no longer makes sense