: "...in a time long past, when discussions were held
: of the Fallen Lords..."
: Or something like that.
: Have we ran out of things to say? Do we have lives now?
: Is writer's block crippling our efforts to tell tales?
: What happened?
: Its not just that we have the spam to deal with, but
: there's nothing else happening. That is the truly sad
: part.
: Seraph
"Although the hero of every age of light is different, every dark age is ushered in by the same beast - a transient divinity that seeks only conflict - Spam. And so Tireces returned as Moagim to end the Age of Reason - and Connacht, the great hero of the Wind Age, returned as Balor to lay spam to the greatest forum Myth had ever known."
"The Ghols worship enormous amounts of useless spam, moved in antiquity to the open meadows far below their mountain dwellings. They alone remember the names of the dark gods."
"Against my better judgment, I opened the Codex last night to a random page and read about the life of a man not yet born, who would spam the Asylum and visit horrors on the world without equal in history or myth. I believed every word. I have resolved to destroy the thing before allowing it to become an instrument of the Dark."
"But they say that the darkest forums have the ability to bend men to their will. Calling soundlessly to the wicked and discontent from thousands of miles away or hundreds of feet beneath the earth or sea, and that in this way they always come to light again, no matter how buried or forgotten."
This might just be a phase... I always come back to Myth no matter how long or forgotten it has become to me. :D
