Post by cuppy on May 23, 2012 11:13:15 GMT -6
[style=width: 250px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background: #363636; border: 5px double #2B2B2B; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px;]P L O T[/style]
[style=width: 250px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background: #363636; border: 5px double #2B2B2B; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; overflow: auto]There's a war brewing under our feet, and we don't even know it yet. We walk through the streets and under the city's tall buildings, passed the horses and carriages, passed the boy selling papers on the corner. Everything is normal. Everything is perfect, and you don't even see it all. You don't see the demons watching your moves, or the angels planning behind you, or the werewolves selling you bread from the bakery, the vampires hiding in the alleys during the night, waiting. You're innocent, such an innocent little one. Corruption sweeps in the undercurrents, plots and plans and revenge and contracts with less than favorable smiles. You'd sell your soul for an ounce of justice in an unjust world, but do you realize what you're getting into? The world is unsavory, a pool of regret and trembles of hatred, you have to continue on, before your soul gets wrapped up in disputes that aren't yours. But for those who find themselves swept into currents you haven't planned for, you need to figure out your paths.
Figure out who you are. Figure out your longing.. Before it's too late, and you're lost forever. Hold your soul tightly to your chest, little one; you're dancing a very dangerous dance on the devil's floor. Just who exactly do you serve?[/style]
[style=width: 250px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background: #363636; border: 5px double #2B2B2B; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; padding: 10px; overflow: auto]There's a war brewing under our feet, and we don't even know it yet. We walk through the streets and under the city's tall buildings, passed the horses and carriages, passed the boy selling papers on the corner. Everything is normal. Everything is perfect, and you don't even see it all. You don't see the demons watching your moves, or the angels planning behind you, or the werewolves selling you bread from the bakery, the vampires hiding in the alleys during the night, waiting. You're innocent, such an innocent little one. Corruption sweeps in the undercurrents, plots and plans and revenge and contracts with less than favorable smiles. You'd sell your soul for an ounce of justice in an unjust world, but do you realize what you're getting into? The world is unsavory, a pool of regret and trembles of hatred, you have to continue on, before your soul gets wrapped up in disputes that aren't yours. But for those who find themselves swept into currents you haven't planned for, you need to figure out your paths.
Figure out who you are. Figure out your longing.. Before it's too late, and you're lost forever. Hold your soul tightly to your chest, little one; you're dancing a very dangerous dance on the devil's floor. Just who exactly do you serve?[/style]