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Terumoto vs. Wireless
Preseason Match-up! Terumoto vs Wireless Ok, This is a preseason match-up. This battle will not be counted on your regular season record. This is just a battle to get things started up a little before the actual season starts, and we would like it if you could show, but if you can't just let us know in your thread. Checks Due: Friday April 611:59 P.M. CST Verses Due: Saturday April 7, 11:59 P.M. CST Voting Ends: Sunday April 8, 11:59 P.M. CST Selection of Topics Rules & Regulations Good Luck to Both! |
So do we both just pick whatever topic and do it, or are we meant to agree on one?
Any topic of which appeals you. You do not have to agree on one specific topic. - Jonathon |
 I started lost in the other world, no sights we're seen or noises heard, until the echo returned the speaker gave me subtle clues, not with the words he used but the ones he didn't, fuck it, that doesn't matter now. I can't say how, what or why, loud, chilling cries from beyond force me to notice them what else can I do? Cry? Die? I fear for my life I tried to tell you how this happened, no time I can't find existence in this void, do I follow the screams? They are getting more regular, it seems I won't make it wait, it can't be.. I hear it, I feel it, I take it I'm closer... I've made it, I've found what I'd lost. The void is bare, but I can enjoy the air, the real feel of life when it's there. Nothing can stop it, closer it comes, sent across by the ghost of the sun illumination on the horizon, over the hill, closer and closer but still devoted by will, the peak is here, my speed is peaking my vision is speaking I reach the top, still won't stop so I launched right off and into a cloud look down and see no people around, I've flown so far and I begin to descend, not harshly or abruptly, slowly and beautifully I glide into freedom, I'm getting faster... ... I just remembered... What about everyone else? I can hear them in my head still trapped in disaster.. |
Life is half spent before we know what it is. -George Herbert Trapped in a smoke-n-mirrors room.. Physical boundries outweighed by common sense Not feeling a tad of desperation.. Some people might call this "being spent".. Not sure where i'm going.. Reflections want to resort back To a time, where games were life.. The truth playing "peek-a-boo" with my mind.. .. and somehow i find a way to lose.. Suddenly the rooms change.. and my scenery is suddenly distorted.. paint covers the walls.. colors indescribable.. meaning irrelevant. doesn't matter. any more. |
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