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I am the alternative who couldn't win,
God has died and here I stand alone,
The fragments of time are long since dead,
Turned to ash then glass that cut my hands,
So I sit here quietly as a monument to failure,
The lost child at the end of time.
God has died and here I stand alone,
The fragments of time are long since dead,
Turned to ash then glass that cut my hands,
So I sit here quietly as a monument to failure,
The lost child at the end of time.
Literature
Remembering Noble
It wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest o
Literature
Remember Reach
A wise man once said that the natural state of man is war. Peace, he added, is just a time for preparation.
I don't think anything could have "prepared" us for what happened, though
maybe Armageddon. Yeah. Armageddon might have whipped us into shape.
Harvest fell. In a storm of fire and alien hatred, it fell, and millions of lives fell with it.
Nobody saw it coming. I mean, there are spooks and spies and masterminds high up in the hush-hush intelligence bracket, but I doubt even the smartest sleuth out of all of 'em could have seen the way it played out. It just
happened. It happened, and all we could do was sit there, paralyze
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Reach meets RedvsBlue excerpt
There was a loud clang of metal on metal, followed by the unbearable screeching sound made by virtually impregnable alloys scraping against each other. Sparks flew as Emile slid nimbly down the lopsided rooftop and rolled, changing what had been a fall into an attack plan. The Meta was sliding after him. He kicked against the raised edge and intercepted the Meta, and they both started rolling down together. The Meta emitted an enraged, strangled noise, while Emile gave a wild cry and kept pounding at his enemy's vulnerable torso. A few swift punches popped the Meta's shields and gave Emile the opportunity to make fist-shaped indents on the Me
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