posted on Feb, 27 2014 @ 03:07 PM
He sat in silent shadow, broken, sick of it all, sick of the world, life, sick of the day that rapidly approached. He could not shake the weariness
that had settled about his shoulders, that made his long hair sit lank against his head, like a greasy rag. His whole persona had been shattered,
scattered far and wide across the landscape of his Id.
Then he saw something which caught his eye, and sparked his passion, and in no time at all ,with his old friend the fuel of rage he burned, and
burned. He jumped in the shower. An hour of scouring his tired body, cleansing his knotted hair, clearing the streaks that had been left by the salt
of a thousand unwiped tears from under his eyes, and the uncountable drops of rum that had stained his beard, refreshed him. "To battle!" He cried.
"I shall require armour" he announced to himself, quite aware that he was probably insane by this point, if not before, then certainly now.
He stepped into his darkened room, and selected a jacket, shirt, and red tie from his wardrobe. He dressed in ever present darkness, drawing the
absence of light around him like a smock, ready for war against the shallow joy of the ignorant...
Ready for the impending doomstorm to come, he planted his banner in the ground, and gave his warcry, his mission statement, and dared all who felt
the aching torment to join under his flag. Then he spotted a structure on the horizon, previously hidden in a thick mist. He saw it though it was
buried not only by mist, but by dense forest, but a fleeting glimpse was enough. " I will be back in a minute lads" he said to the group of
malcontents which had assembled with him.
He set off in the direction of the apparition in the forest. As he drew nearer, he could swear he saw fluttering, swooping, reptilian shapes in the
air, long absent from the realms to which he was accustomed. Quite contrary to the foreboding he expected, the sight lifted his spirits, despite the
myths surrounding what he was sure were dragons. As he moved closer, the silver sound of heartfelt laughter slashed at his heart from the structure
ahead. Staggering under the blow, he observed that the structure was quite unusual in its architecture, not to mention possessing a colour scheme,
which although it would have been garish under any other circumstance, seemed natural, even amongst the forest tones with which it was surrounded.
Music, simple yet joyful thrummed from the structure, sending him reeling from its honesty as if hit by a maul. He kept his feet through sheer will,
and continued. With each step forward the resistence was greater, but with each step his heart grew less heavy, and joy began to step into the places
being vacated by loneliness. Before long he reached the building, a small looking, rainbow coloured thing it was. It seemed to hold more life within
it, than there could possibly be room for. He held out a hand, and touched the nearest wall...A hundred thousand shadows, broken parts of his mind and
his soul flew from him like rats before an all consuming flame, smashing together, colliding, and transmuting, before disapearing like whisps on a
"Oh... well... thats alright then!" He said, and knocked on the door.