Post by rick on Oct 27, 2011 16:54:44 GMT -6
A quiet town. It was so peaceful, so beautiful out in the country with the crystal clear skies and the twinkling stars. The air was sweet with crisped hay, children were laughing, donkeys were braying, horses neighing and the moon spilled silver light onto the rooftops. It couldn't have been more perfect in these troubled times...
"I'm tired of all this. It's time for me to stop all this adventuring. I need to settle down. Find a farm, a family." Richard twiddled his white thumbs while watching the festivities below. There was a harvest celebration of sorts and it got his attention from afar. The others of his group had disappeared ever since that bizarre event entailing the planet blowing up. It would have been glorious had it not been for some of his loyal subjects being scorched to ash. At least he managed to gather handfuls of corpse dust before making his narrow escape.
"Then slaughter them all and find a new farm and family."
But habits don't change for Richard. While the world around his is always on the move, always adapting to new things, he was the one who refused to conform to the social norms of "morals".
"...why do I get the feeling I've said that before?" Was madness consuming the Lord of Thirteen Hells? Had he truly begun to lose his precious marbles that kept him from blurring the lines? Wait, they already were blurred and he was already mad. And why was he talking to himself about this?
"It's time..." Flames engulfed his hands "...to burn..." he raised his fists to the sky, "ALL THE THINGS!"
"I'm tired of all this. It's time for me to stop all this adventuring. I need to settle down. Find a farm, a family." Richard twiddled his white thumbs while watching the festivities below. There was a harvest celebration of sorts and it got his attention from afar. The others of his group had disappeared ever since that bizarre event entailing the planet blowing up. It would have been glorious had it not been for some of his loyal subjects being scorched to ash. At least he managed to gather handfuls of corpse dust before making his narrow escape.
"Then slaughter them all and find a new farm and family."
But habits don't change for Richard. While the world around his is always on the move, always adapting to new things, he was the one who refused to conform to the social norms of "morals".
"...why do I get the feeling I've said that before?" Was madness consuming the Lord of Thirteen Hells? Had he truly begun to lose his precious marbles that kept him from blurring the lines? Wait, they already were blurred and he was already mad. And why was he talking to himself about this?
"It's time..." Flames engulfed his hands "...to burn..." he raised his fists to the sky, "ALL THE THINGS!"