#outofcraving

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e3 2014 6PM

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suddenly my brain cannot function and I press all the wrong things.

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carnivoroushowl replied to your post:aaaand name change

Why bud

it's better this way.

thinking bout ditching verchiels past life as vic as well.

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totally forgot I had this

http://duskborn.wix.com/vonvalenstein#

Had to write all of it down (or most of it).

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Daily Dose, A Day To Remember.

dem lyrics

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Victor

Raeger

Myself, (though the game doesn't have very short hair, wtf?)

Me if I were in an anime.

these are horrid

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my tumblr now cuts off certain posts.

great.

fucking great.

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Gluttony

this is a very strange open starter Through the dark of the night he slaughtered as many as he could in his rage. The slashing of his sword wasn't fulfilling anymore, he needed to feel guts shred and faces crush beneath his hands. The streets were left red and they would certainly smell of death as internals were all over the walls and floor. Anyone whom crossed his path would be impaled through the stomach by merely his fist rushing through them. He'd get a grip on their spines and pull them out the front of their bodies, Of course, it was impossible to pull out the full length of the spine, his intentions were to just rip out the biggest piece of it and leave the victim to die, if he wasn't already dead. Running seemed meaningless. No one in the village was safe. These were indeed dark times, and they were marked as the dark age in history. In this age, vampires, demons and werewolves would walk alongside mankind and rule above them. Simply telling a story like this makes it all look like a fairy tale. Fear had to be experienced to be able to understand what this actually means. Those who denied the existence of these creatures were shown fear. They would be slaughtered during the 3rd hour of the night. After all the killings, no one dared to leave their house during the night and did all their activities during the day, but even then, they were not save. Demons would simply disguise themselves as humans and continue to slaughter as many as they could. After some time, all were dead and the village was left with monsters. Guts and blood filled the streets and creatures would feast in it. Their sharp razor teeth crushing bones as they chew on the flesh of humans, the only thing more horrible than the sight, was the smell. There was nothing more sad than the sight of the spastic humans laying on the ground , truly a grotesque sight as they were half-alive and still being fed on. Huge chunks of flesh were ripped from their blood-covered bodies. Humans were livestock, nothing more.