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Are you familiar with the legend of a boy named Cilan Burns?
If not, it's a story that is easily learned.
It starts with a mother which was ill,
and a son that seeked for help up until,
a man by the name James Alexander presented himself,
no coincidence could be as greater, as you could tell.
a father burried beneath a growing debt,
such horrors to which that situation has led.
the boy soon became a prey to a group of five,
a fateful encounter that assured him his death would soon arrive.
limbs shred to pieces, an exterior to no longer be regocnized,
a hand reached out to help to be seen as an unsuspected prize.
cursed with the ability to find no peace with his end,
the boy had found within the demonic pact a faitful friend.
tormented by his desire to act out the soiled beauty that is revenge,
the child had no effort to find the sinners he would sense.
And although they got what they had coming for them,
the boy still had no tranquility to grasp for in the end.
fear not, for the dem
Moving On PT. O2 [Tekken FC]
Jin sighed and sent one of his many servants away, resorting to some much needed personal time. Ever since the events of the sixth Tekken Tournament, Jin realized he had made plenty of foolish decisions, many of those he truly regretted. But he was about to make a decision that would free him from further predjudice, and would make it easier to break all ties with his family members once for all. He stripped down, scattering his clothes all over the floor. His intentions of taking a relaxing, and soothing bath were disturbed by the obnoxious knocking on his chamberdoor. Shrouding his toned and broad body with a robe, he answered the knock on the door. The guest held out his hand in a familiar kind of way, but Jin never moved a muscle, nor intended touching the man's hand. Instead, he stepped aside, allowing the guest to enter the chamber. Reaching for a bottle of liquor, the guest had kindly rejected the offer of initiation. Jin scoffed whilest pouring himself a drink.
Placing the bott
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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