

Solipsist AddictionThe soft green glow of the regeneration tanks filled the room, casting sickly shadows on the rough-stoned walls. Twisted half-human silhouettes pirouetted lazily behind the glass, while slick pools of unnamed fluids oozed and crept about the carven clawed feet of an oaken workbench, massive and brooding in the flickering gloom. Readouts sputtered and whispered secrets behind the man’s back as he bent over the table’s scarred wooden surface to examine the figure reclining there.Solipsist Addiction
He hummed as he worked, a dreary little tune that danced briefly before losing itself in the shadows clustered about the roof beams. The wounds to the abd


L'AssassinL’AssassinL'Assassin
It was 3 am in New Étaples, and death moved through the night. Formless shadows flickered and slid along rooftops, over walls, ever climbing and gaining height. A pile of rubbish burned on a low rooftop, and the faint glimmer of light outlined a silhouette hung with oddly shaped bundles. It moved with silent grace, slipping between the unidentifiable mounds that littered these rooftop walks, using grapples where gaps between buildings were too large to leap or climb.
La Tour de Corbeaux, the tallest building in New Étaples. Bastard offspring of numerous
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When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half.
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...und kalter Schweiß trat ihm auf die Stirn...
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...und kalter Schweiß trat ihm auf die Stirn...
In other news, I might be going to school in England.
My mind, she is blown. WE MUST PUBCRAWL!
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