Post by Death on Oct 5, 2016 14:32:59 GMT -4
(Premise: Status and role in world is determined by a tattoo in the shape of card houses.)
Steel and blade slashed, as club and heart clashed. Blade in hand, shield in t’other- he heard many screams for their mother. Behind a tree, he lay hidden, feeling shameful for those he’d smitten.
But war can drive a man to do many a thing, things that doth a man’s mind sting.
But life in this world is certainly hard, as everything is based around cards. But as he pondered this cruel world, the place around him began to swirl. Witchcraft, sorcery! More painful than a sip of mercury! The light around him began to fade, before he’d even raised his blade.
Behind a tree, he lay near dead, with only the urge to rest his head. Blade in hand, shield in t’other- he heard many screams for their mother. Only then did he think, now he was on the brink, how the card caste was such a farce, as much, if not more than the ace of hearts.
And thus, each army began to disband, having dealt their final hand.
Steel and blade slashed, as club and heart clashed. Blade in hand, shield in t’other- he heard many screams for their mother. Behind a tree, he lay hidden, feeling shameful for those he’d smitten.
But war can drive a man to do many a thing, things that doth a man’s mind sting.
But life in this world is certainly hard, as everything is based around cards. But as he pondered this cruel world, the place around him began to swirl. Witchcraft, sorcery! More painful than a sip of mercury! The light around him began to fade, before he’d even raised his blade.
Behind a tree, he lay near dead, with only the urge to rest his head. Blade in hand, shield in t’other- he heard many screams for their mother. Only then did he think, now he was on the brink, how the card caste was such a farce, as much, if not more than the ace of hearts.
And thus, each army began to disband, having dealt their final hand.
