from VAST NECROHOL
Caolan Madden
I calle your bODYE the wayepoiinte I clall it the FINAL BOSSE
but the finale bosse is my bodye I knoae the goale is still finallye SINGKING
I calle your bODYE the wayepoiinte I clall it the FINAL BOSSE
but the finale bosse is my bodye I knoae the goale is still finallye SINGKING
After failing to write one word for four months, I decided I had to make the dissertation a game. I had to treat myself like a child—develop a system of rewards. The method came to me in a flash: eight proposed chapters, eight Aeons in FFX. The idea of a pilgrimage. My old, dusty idol.
As a child you were never warned about the cost of being a warrior. There is no end to your journey. You win and it is not enough and you kill and it is not nearly close to enough.
His flopping mage hat, his long blue coat, and that strange abysslike opacity to his skin. Everyone kept their distance and I think that’s why he wasn’t using his magic to help dig through the rubble or build.
At the edge of the Dead Forest and the Black Mage village, Vivi stared at the blanket of grey spread above in all directions. The rains ended but night descended, and the silence of the Dead Forest remained.
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