Latest Activity: Played mutate the labrat (Jun 28, 2016 4:49pm)
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“That man, who is he?” He’s one of them rangers, dangerous folk they are, roamin’ the wilds. What his real name is I’ve never heard, but around here we call him Tdogg.
Whatever gods, god, spirit, deity, or pure luck that may have created me has done me injustice most vile. It gave me life, a gift so sinister that many return this wickedness back unto the world prematurely, for this gift is naught but a curse, a torment, a plague upon all those that receive it. Man holds in his heart these sorrows and tragedies that he has been endowed, and death is the only salvation for this cancer. But many fear death, they would like to live to time immeasurable, not I. I have had enough of this life already and I have barely yet lived, and many would like to live to a hundred times my age? Many would also wish for eternal happiness, but what is life but pain? Man never realizes just how alive he is until the moment that he wants to do away with it, how easy it would be to just quaff the antidote that is death.