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Tasting the bitter desert air on my dry chapped lips, I slowly drag myself onward. How the hell did I end up here in the first place? It was all the captain’s idea… Why did I ever trust that loony meatbag? I figured he was a good guy, and I trusted him. And look where that got me.

Posted By Sir Jordan On 05.07.2012 @ 4:48 pm

As she lay there dying, I looked down at her lips. Oh, those beautiful lips once held so much life. So much vivacious energy. They were truly the centerpiece of her entire face. And yet, as she lay there under the collapsed bridge, I saw the life leave them, leaving naught but a hollow shell of their former beauty.

Posted By Sir Jordan On 04.24.2012 @ 10:07 pm

Belief. I remember when I once had that. But alas, that has all been stripped away. Washed from me by the eternal tides of reality. Where there was once hope, there is now but sadness and grief. Where faith once dwelled, there is naught but doubt. Belief’s empty shell has been replaced with the deep void of pessimism and regret.

Posted By Sir Jordan On 03.12.2012 @ 8:21 pm