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01 February 2015 @ 02:34 am

Table 8
001. Dusk 002. Rose 003. Light 004. Silver 005. Pieces
006. Perfect 007. Stay 008. Bleed 009. Delicate 010. Chain
28 January 2015 @ 10:25 pm

Table 4
001. Death 002. Blood 003. Black 004. Demonic 005. Denial
006. Life 007. Air 008. White 009. Angelic 010. Peace
27 May 2013 @ 11:16 pm

There was a theory once, about Nemesis, the Dark Star. Stillborn twin to the sun, it wandered the void, black and cold, and every 100 million years, came back home.

The Pre-Cambrian Extinction.

The End of the Cretaceous Period.


No longer content to wander, Nemesis is drawn to our Sun in one final dance. Jupiter is swallowed, Mercury and Venus follow. Mars is flung loose, to orbit in great 100-year cycles.

And Earth remains untouched as the Sun is slowly eaten.

17 April 2013 @ 01:23 pm

“What the hell is that?!”

Viol glanced over her shoulder to see what Philmann was yelping about. On the horizon was a black cloud, roaring towards the city at great speed. Flashes of crimson and violet light from within illuminated massive shapes of vague yet immediate horror.

“What? Oh, that's the Nega-God,” she replied.

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13 October 2012 @ 04:46 pm
“What are you?”
“I am the avatar of the Fallow God. It speaks, through me.”
“What is the Fallow God?”
There was a pause, and the thing turned its head and stared at her. Haltingly, each syllable pronounced individually, it spoke in its creaky voice.
“Did you want a pony?'
“When you were young, did you want a pony?”
“Uh, yeah, for a while.”
“And you,” it said turning towards him, “did you want to be, an astronaut? Or, a cowboy?”
“A dentist, actually.”
The others looked at him incredulously.
“What? My uncle had really bad teeth.”
“And, are you a dentist?” It turned back to her. “Did you get, your pony?”
“And, the first one you loved, are they yours, now?”
“That is the Fallow God. Your dreams are as seeds, sown into the wind. Some bear fruit, but most... lie fallow.”