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DigiBentoBox [2009-10-27 20:38:08 +0000 UTC]
Hahahah! WOW I wont ever forget that rubix cube. It kept going 'shift shift shift shift' during Normans' class.
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ThatSnail In reply to DigiBentoBox [2009-10-27 20:45:43 +0000 UTC]
Hah yeah. I miss that shifting sound.
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Kurt-Cobains-Corpse In reply to ThatSnail [2010-01-02 05:27:38 +0000 UTC]
The Leper lies still in the gutter, the endless rivulets of pus that drip from roiling sea of crimson boils that burst from his skin mixing with the surging torrent of feces and noxious bile that cascades into a crumbling storm drain, its brittle, rusty grate a gaping maw, seeking to satiate an unquenchable thirst for the filth of the earth, filling the abyss of the sewers below with an endless torrent of excrement. Rain begins to fall from the gray, monotone sky, showering the crumbling, bleak urban wasteland below in acidic vitriol, an industrial baptism for the depraved, destitute residents below, who shamble in and out of their meager, miserable lives without thought, without sorrow, without an understanding of the world any greater than the most insignificant insect. They exist, then cease to exist. To them, to the world life is meaningless, devoid of any purpose or The Leper begins to stir, straining his feeble limbs to crack the thick layer of encrusted sewage that binds him to the flooded pavement, his gnarled, jaundiced feet crushing the bloated, fetid remains of several rats, macabre stepping stones on this river of filth. The Leper scuttles across the alleyway, his yellowing, flaking flesh draped in filthy, putrid rags that drip with the steady trickle of pus that seeps from every inch of his pallid skin. His face is withered, wretched, coated in festering boils and black, oozing ulcers, his eyes sunken, cavernous masses, bulging with milky, dripping cataracts. He merges from the alley, the last droplets of sewage pooling on the bleached, ashen pavement below. The city before him is but one massive crumbling concrete crypt, its citizens little more than walking corpses no more alive than the desiccated rodent corpses in the alley. Its denizens glare at him with beady, blank eyes, scurrying away from his revolting, despicable form. He walks along the barren street, the small puddles of pus that coat the path behind him the sole traces of color to be found.
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DigiBentoBox In reply to DigiBentoBox [2009-10-27 20:38:22 +0000 UTC]
Nice shading btw. It looks like a picture!
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