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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    F R E A K S H O W [Krom, Karat, Kwartz]
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    I'm every nightmare you've ever had,
    I'm your worst dream come true.


    From the playground, the trip to Sylva doesn't take long. Although, it feels like forever. 

    Children are so easily distracted, it felt like every five minutes Modicum Mortem had to turn back to make sure the trio was still following ever-closely behind. Between the constant interruptions and Karat's incessant complaining, the clown realized WHY he never really enjoyed the presence of children in the first place. 

    They were fucking annoying. 

    No matter now. They are soon at the autumnal forest's edge, and the joker gives the foals a few minutes of time to run around, deep into the forest air so different from their own. Joy turns to pain quickly, this is just a lesson they would have to learn. 

    A lesson he intended to teach. 


    Modicum Mortem




    @[Kromium~Karat] @[Kwartz]
     

    |Proceed with Caution|


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    F R E A K S H O W [Krom, Karat, Kwartz] - by Modicum Mortem - 03-24-2018, 12:45 PM
    RE: F R E A K S H O W [Krom, Karat, Kwartz] - by Krone - 04-12-2018, 08:47 PM



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