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His methods were sound. He was completely insane. He was a wild man with eyes a fire and hair that burst forth from his head in a way that volcanoes erupt. He stabbed at his scribblings on the whiteboard with the marker as he swung round to face the crowd.

Posted By Ryan Rester On 07.31.2012 @ 4:17 pm

The losses, he decided, were too great. He’d seen too many of his friends taken down on the field of battle that day. He walked away with a heavy heart. Things would never be the same again.

Posted By Ryan Rester On 07.30.2012 @ 11:23 am

Again he found himself staring at the cabinet. It taunted him. He had tried to move on and start something new but here it was again. The cabinet just kept creeping back into his mind. What was it that he had seen before? What was this thing that wouldn’t let go no matter how many times he had clicked “Go” and hoped for a new word.

Posted By ryan rester On 07.29.2012 @ 10:36 am

She walked to the cabinet and pulled the door open. “This is an exercise in futility,” she half-heartedly mumbled to herself. She’d seen the contents of the cabinet a million times before and it had shown no change in the last thirty seconds. She was hungry for something more than food. Where could she go from here.

Posted By Ryan Rester On 07.29.2012 @ 10:29 am