The grave can hold me, the ground cannot

// me too.//

Dawngate, EA's attempt at snatching the MOBA crown from League of Legends and DOTA 2, is exiting this world as quietly as it entered. Today EA abruptly announced that the game is shutting down in 90 days.

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//The-corpus-artist// "My my, you are an interesting..specimen" The voice echoed eerily from the hulking mound of dirt and stone, as he set his sockets on the girl.

A horrible retching wheeze responded. Joints and bones popped and cracked with every little movement. Among the wheezing a distorted voice replied. “I̤̪̻̙̰̣͍ ͔͙̀͢k͉̠͔͞n̶̖̻̝̮̻̣̮̗͔ ͉̞͉o̶̭̮̩̺͜ ҉̗͔̠̞̝͇̀w̷̛̭͚̺̩͝. “

"wait, is there more then 1 in there? Quite peculiar indeed." He opened the doors just a crack on the face of he form. The door gave a quick creak of rusted metal before rotted arms tried to spring out towards her, but his stone arms kelp them at bay. "I have others in here too, but they don't talk much.."

"People seem to fear you, but all I see is a pathetic soul clinging to a life once lost."

"And all I see is a Noble with a long pole up your ass just so your feet don’t get a bit of dirt on them. You could shine your shoes as much as you like, but you can’t clean your soul." The giant tomb leaned close toward the man, his doors window seeming like it was about to engulf his head. "The difference between you and me is that I don’t hide my horrors," He paused with a laugh, "I love to play in the dirt and mud."

the-pack-leader

"I would hardly call the state you are in currently alive in any way, shape of form. And if I truly cared about keeping my image, I would have stuck to creating the New Order from the shadows. But I in fact, did no such thing."

"As for your experiments, I find them revolting and a waste of resource. I doubt I would ever try to do such a thing myself, consider how much time I’d be wasting."

"Once you cut and sow someone back up, to create something so…. beautiful, so elegant. When you have crafted the masterpieces as I have. You’re concept of what it means to be alive with change drastically." The Blue wisps of fire darkened and created the illusion that his skull was changing expression. "You don’t have to work from the shadows, you have Kindra to do that work for you as well… Your nothing more than a statue… the image and face of your cause."

"While it is true that I have recruited Kindra to the Order, it does not change my goal or how I’ll achieve it in the slightest. The only difference now is that I have a temporary, or maybe even permanent, ally to help me cull the weak, leaving only the strong in the new world."

"Human potential is only what the person himself makes of it. It can not or should not be unlocked through grievous experiments. Your field of science is a waste of time and resources."

Leaning back with his arms spread out and looking over the area. "This place is brimming with resources, As for time, I have plenty of it.... its a shame you will succumb to old age Fenmore.. You also seem to not see the big picture.... you even hinted towards it without realizing it." His skull seeming to try and crack a smile. "You are want to cull the weak... You say I am wasting resources, GIVE me the weak for resources and i will make them stronger... better.. in my imagine of the sense anyways."

You're a loser!~ i'm better than you! (ask-mina would like to send it normal but i'm not in the PC and i can't login :C)

"you understand that with your ‘quality’ choice of words shows that I am in fact the superior. But I would not expect a parasite like you would truly understand."

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#Ask-mina #Anonymous

"People seem to fear you, but all I see is a pathetic soul clinging to a life once lost."

"And all I see is a Noble with a long pole up your ass just so your feet don’t get a bit of dirt on them. You could shine your shoes as much as you like, but you can’t clean your soul." The giant tomb leaned close toward the man, his doors window seeming like it was about to engulf his head. "The difference between you and me is that I don’t hide my horrors," He paused with a laugh, "I love to play in the dirt and mud."

the-pack-leader

"Your visage does not frighten me in the slightest, monster." he spoke, calmly, as he stared down at the single, floating skull. "And I have not been hiding my horrors in the slightest. What makes you think that?" he asked, actually, interested, perhaps, in what the lumbering tomb had to say.

"You nobles are all the same, and monster…HA there must be a mirror attach to me. But I digress, you have this need to keep an image.. I DID THE SAME EXPERIMENTS YOU ALL DO, I just don’t hide it behind doors and cages. It would be so liberating if you just let your outer self the show through." He leaned backwards, the sound of grinding bones and creaking metal echoed out of the lumbering giant. "I did, and look at me now, more alive then I ever was…. And not to mention the this near perfect form."

"I would hardly call the state you are in currently alive in any way, shape of form. And if I truly cared about keeping my image, I would have stuck to creating the New Order from the shadows. But I in fact, did no such thing."

"As for your experiments, I find them revolting and a waste of resource. I doubt I would ever try to do such a thing myself, consider how much time I’d be wasting."

"Once you cut and sow someone back up, to create something so…. beautiful, so elegant. When you have crafted the masterpieces as I have. You’re concept of what it means to be alive with change drastically." The Blue wisps of fire darkened and created the illusion that his skull was changing expression. "You don’t have to work from the shadows, you have Kindra to do that work for you as well… Your nothing more than a statue… the image and face of your cause."

"People seem to fear you, but all I see is a pathetic soul clinging to a life once lost."

"And all I see is a Noble with a long pole up your ass just so your feet don’t get a bit of dirt on them. You could shine your shoes as much as you like, but you can’t clean your soul." The giant tomb leaned close toward the man, his doors window seeming like it was about to engulf his head. "The difference between you and me is that I don’t hide my horrors," He paused with a laugh, "I love to play in the dirt and mud."

the-pack-leader

"Your visage does not frighten me in the slightest, monster." he spoke, calmly, as he stared down at the single, floating skull. "And I have not been hiding my horrors in the slightest. What makes you think that?" he asked, actually, interested, perhaps, in what the lumbering tomb had to say.

"You nobles are all the same, and monster…HA there must be a mirror attach to me. But I digress, you have this need to keep an image.. I DID THE SAME EXPERIMENTS YOU ALL DO, I just don’t hide it behind doors and cages. It would be so liberating if you just let your outer self the show through." He leaned backwards, the sound of grinding bones and creaking metal echoed out of the lumbering giant. "I did, and look at me now, more alive then I ever was…. And not to mention the this near perfect form."

"People seem to fear you, but all I see is a pathetic soul clinging to a life once lost."

"And all I see is a Noble with a long pole up your ass just so your feet don't get a bit of dirt on them. You could shine your shoes as much as you like, but you can't clean your soul." The giant tomb leaned close toward the man, his doors window seeming like it was about to engulf his head. "The difference between you and me is that I don't hide my horrors," He paused with a laugh, "I love to play in the dirt and mud."

the-pack-leader

#Favorite jokes in the game #Lets improve someone #Whos next?

//Oh yea second divine, 2nd free shaper,//

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so totally not soorrryyyy YHEAAAA!!!!!!!!!

"....You are not mortal.... are you like me?" Faris asked the obviously abnormal tower, sea foam eyes blinking in false, robotic curiosity. (farisofruin)

The large stone being turned slowly, a sound mixed of metal bending slowly and bones scraping together. A skull bobbed in the port hole of the locked door. “No, I am not like you. I still have my humanity, however wrapped some people think it is.” The sockets of the skull glowed with a blue light.farisofruin

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Faris heard out the massive being before seeming to…. glitch. Faris’ eyes shifted to a deep red as his voice raked the air.

"Hum-m-m-manity iSss LOST!" He screeched, voice real in his rage before his eyes changed color once again, this time to a soft orange.

“Malfunction…. please r-re-restart.” A similar, less broken voice followed. A series of whirs and blinks began to occur.

"Useless, inferior machine. Short one wire and the whole system goes whack, unlike the resilient nature of the flesh and blood." He turned a bit paying no attention to Faris while he was on the fritz.

"Must be the will to live that keeps them from breaking, yes, I must look into this further." The Doctor pondered a bit, his head swirling around in the hole. "And more so the undead don’t seem to ‘malfunction’ at all, well not in the same sense as you." farisofruin

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Returning to the familiar green light Faris was seen by primarily, The machine clicked back some loose gears before attending to the giant refridgerator… apparently, not every glitch was fixed yet. “

You must account that I’ve been conscious for centuries, which leads to overflows in the memory banks, causing minor technical difficulties. I apologize for anything that was an inconvienience, talking Icebox.”

//My desecrator is not the new skin...//

"I wonder what sorta grave they dug you out of. Definitely not a place where I wanna be buried when the time comes."

"Oh Varion…tsh tsh tsh, I was not assisted in my return to this…glorious body. And when your times comes I i get to you before the nobles put you down, I would hate to have such… interesting parts go to waste." The hulking tomb rumbled with echoing laughter."If your interested I could attach that gun to your arm. Don’t be alarmed, I will simply put your forearm with your other elbow."adaptivemercenary

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"Alas… if only you would let me help improve upon your potential." The doors on his structure opened, his skull floated about inside as he reached to grab something.

His large hand pulled out a disfigured corpse, with what seemed like it was a test subject to different surgeries. He flopped it a bit like a puppet. ” I don’t understand it ‘Davər, he doesn’t want to enhance.” He made the puppet lean close as if to whisper something, then turned to the merc. “Sorry my friends a bit STIFFaround new people.”

"I think my potential is good enough without your, ‘improvements." Varion spoke under his breath. He was more creeped out than he wanted to admit to himself, or others.

Especially when Desecrator pulled out that corpse. It looked horrifying, twisted beoynd what he would call a human, even if it was a corpse. And then he heard the tomb call it by a name. Creeped out level: maximum. He was already ready to throw out a Progress Gate at the blink of an eye, should the hulking figure try something.

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"Oh know ‘Davər has been missing an eye for a while, and the fear in yours looked like a good fit.. may i have one, it would but only hurt for a minute.” He skull almost pushing through the hole in his door, but unable to leave. He was running low on ‘supplies’ and wished to stock up.

'Sure noble parts work just as well, but the determination of a someone, and the greed of a hired gun. The chemicals and will could not be found elsewhere.' He thought to himself. The eerie creaking of his movement came to life as he lumbered closer.

Now was the time for action. As Desecrator approached him with plans to take his eye for his friend, ‘Davər, he threw out a Progress Gate as far as he could, teleporting to it.

"Come any closer and I shoot." he shouted from afar, holding his gun out towards him.

he glare over towards the new location of the merc and bellowed "Davər wants to say goodbye!" Soon after he loaded the corpse back inside of him, with a large jolt the doors swung open as the body was shoot into the air like a mortar. The jumbled flesh bag collided with the ground as a thick green cloud filled the air.

"I wonder what sorta grave they dug you out of. Definitely not a place where I wanna be buried when the time comes."

"Oh Varion…tsh tsh tsh, I was not assisted in my return to this…glorious body. And when your times comes I i get to you before the nobles put you down, I would hate to have such… interesting parts go to waste." The hulking tomb rumbled with echoing laughter."If your interested I could attach that gun to your arm. Don’t be alarmed, I will simply put your forearm with your other elbow."adaptivemercenary

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"Alas… if only you would let me help improve upon your potential." The doors on his structure opened, his skull floated about inside as he reached to grab something.

His large hand pulled out a disfigured corpse, with what seemed like it was a test subject to different surgeries. He flopped it a bit like a puppet. ” I don’t understand it ‘Davər, he doesn’t want to enhance.” He made the puppet lean close as if to whisper something, then turned to the merc. “Sorry my friends a bit STIFFaround new people.”

"I think my potential is good enough without your, ‘improvements." Varion spoke under his breath. He was more creeped out than he wanted to admit to himself, or others.

Especially when Desecrator pulled out that corpse. It looked horrifying, twisted beoynd what he would call a human, even if it was a corpse. And then he heard the tomb call it by a name. Creeped out level: maximum. He was already ready to throw out a Progress Gate at the blink of an eye, should the hulking figure try something.