originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]The Pale Rider[/u][/b]
[i]”When calamity speaks, the Pale Rider is it’s sword.
Bone, steel, it cuts a vital cord.
Blood, blood, coating the land.
All by the Pale Rider’s hand.
Calamity waits, craving destruction.
Greed of the earth, causes corruption.
The Pale Rider, one wanting to sweep.
The world oblivious, too busy, until blood begins to seep.
The Pale Rider brings only death and doom.
Everyone feeling a large gloom.”
-Excerpt from the Chant of the Pale Rider.[/i]
[u]”One must understand why it does what it does. It is not an evil being, it just wishes to restart. This isn’t the first time sentient life had stared it down, and it certainly will not be the last. It wants things to thrive, but we ruin it. Every time, without fail. We’ve driven it back before, time to do it again. I do believe it has something to do with its prophets, but I do not know what.”
-Excerpt from “A Study On Mythological Beasts” by Davis Cheller. [/u]
[b]”Oh praise be the Great Cleanser! The great one who takes us from this place to the next! The one who saves us!”
-Excerpt from The Chant of the Pale Rider.[/b]
[b][i][u]31 Days Until Calamity.[/u][/i][/b]
English
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ow my wrists actually slit themselves over this edge
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Watch that edge there.
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Plot thing
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Oh, I see.
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Whoa what’s up with all the poetry? Did we become some literature club or something when I wasn’t looking?
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The question is....Who's Monika?
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[spoiler]just monika[/spoiler] [spoiler]just monika Just Monika[/spoiler] [spoiler]Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika Just Monika [/spoiler]
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*deletes Monika.char*
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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You will see.
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Edited by Splashback77: 12/25/2017 6:44:58 AMThe impending fear, The first spear, Strikes the heart of man; Their world destroyed, The end employed, Tears and blood, Stain the mud; The wise do not weep, For they know to reap, Is to cut away all that is corrupt; The krill rejoice, In their songs devoiced, For the deep shall rule, With a reign so cruel, That life is eliminated; Embrace, young fools, The wise old ghouls, The final, perfect, shape: Death.
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then he deded