Evil-Stan

                                       Double Jay versus Rengo The Butcher IN:                                         THE CASE OF THE ABSTRACT NOTION! ------------------------------------------------- The city blinded him. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to sunlight. Just not this much. The paltry few trees they had lining the sidewalk did little to filter the glare. The many windows they'd stuck everywhere certainly didn't help. Why did they need so many? Surely it left their buildings more vulnerable to attack. What didn’t they have to fear? Rengo adjusted the fit of his many armor straps as he strolled along. He̵

 Instance Beach gets its name from the large wooden archway carved with those words at the edge of where its sand meets the rest of the land. Located within an afternoon’s driving distance of Belcazzar city, it is a great vacation destination for families and groups of friends, apart from the eponymous archway. Those who have studied the fretwork and construction of the arch hearken it to examples of other architecture constructed by the Ancients, a race of people who constructed the massive intercontinental Highways of Elarthe before vanishing. The arch is tall and wide enough to admit a six seat sedan. Those entering it find themsel

          She rolled over and faced the crack of light. Gradually, it grew wider, until the blinding glow filled her world. Her sight adjusted, and she blinked several times, although her eyes still felt too dry and painful. She sat up, then stood, and walked to her window. She bathed her almond skin and black bob-cut in a bright azure glow as she did so.           There were no nights or days in space, but with care, the illusion could be perpetuated for those minds that still needed a period of darkness to break up the endless light. It was always daytime outside The Hub, the space station where Roxanne Bergerac lived, worked and trained.

I'm not even allowed to touch you anymore. My hand is reaching out. Your back is turned. I'm sorry I scared the children. Scared you. I'm sorry I threw your mother's vase. I just wanted attention. Even then, you wouldn't say a word to me. I just want us to be together again, like we used to be. Now it seems I can't touch you without hurting you. My hand is reaching out. Your back is turned. You're walking away from me again. We walk by an old photo of you and me. I knock it over. I see you stiffen, but you don't turn. Always the silent treatment. My behavior won't even be dignified with a response. The photo wasn't important to you. There's n

The edge of the abyss. It yawned before her. A great bottomless pit, cutting a perfect circle into the snow-blasted landscape. Men had carved this pit. Every year, they'd dug it deeper. Worshipped at it. Sacrificed to it. And now here they were again. All around her they clustered. Their bodies adorned with blood and woad, ash and soot. Their faces concealed by garish masks, all teeth and eyes. She could not tell what they were meant to be or where they were from. They were from everywhere and nowhere. The time had come. They'd revelled, and they'd feasted, and now at the hour of darkest darkness and coldest cold it was time to- No, please no

                                                                                                                                                                                         

GENERAL INFO: Name: Thomas Barabbas Ludd, Boliel: Orphanim of Mercy Age: appears to be in his early thirties About Tom: Tom floated in the void that was not white or black. It was not anything. He floated in perfect nothingness and he prayed for death. As always, his prayers went unanswered. An undefinable time ago, the memories clouded in this abyss of absolute emptiness, he had been banished from the earthly realm of man to a twisted tower that encompassed the whole of its world. There, beyond the ken of mortal sight and the reach of his angelic host, he had been forced to battle against similarly kidnapped foes until he was slain a sec