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Ambleu is a skeleton that's been trapped in the bluescreen all his life, isolated, and trying his best everyday to make the most of what little he has.
But everything changes when he hears a voice, a song that is not one he hallucinated, and a door out of the bluescreen opens.
What is calling to him? What is waiting for him? Who will he meet Along the way to solve this mystery?
Galatians 5:13 (NIV) - You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love.
I fucking hate this country.
I hate that its so fucked up that people have to fucking riot to get a point across.
I hate that these stupid, stuck up, privileged white people in power think that the people protesting and rioting are the problem.
Like, NO BITCH, ITS YOU. YOURE THE FUCKING PROBLEM.
FREE MY FELLOW AMERICANS FROM THE FEAR AND TERROR THEY FEEL DAILY. GIVE THEM THE SAFETY THEY DESERVE. LET THEM GO HOME IN PEACE.
NO MORE BLACK MEN SUFFOCATED TO DEATH BY POLICE OFFICERS. NO MORE BLACK MEN, WOMEN, OR CHILDREN FUCKING MURDERED BY COPS OR WHITE PEOPLE 'PROTECTING' THEIR HOMES. NO MORE.
NO MORE.
We have to end this. We have to protect our people. Each and every black person out there deserves the fucking right to exist without fear.
And it is heartbreaking to see them having to fight for this over and over and over again, and the people in power are just ignoring their cries for mercy.
Listen to them.
Hear them.
Serve them.
Thats your duty as person in power, to serve the people of your country. So fucking do it.
I wanted to work on Broadway.
I wanted to work on Broadway.
×my power is my freedom× ×don't touch my freedom or you feel my power×
Draw the pictures you want to see.
Write the story you want to read.
In the darkness of my heart, I prayed that her absence would free you at last. Forgive me.
J. Bolen, Your Freedom
