| Board | Roleplay.old [context] |
|---|---|
| Sender | Dracmas |
| Date | Thu Mar 7 01:12:02 2013 |
| To | all |
| Subject | Keeper of Despair |
| I glared at him from within my mind. I couldn't move. Couldn't life a finger. My body wouldn't listen to my commands as if I was trapped within my own body. The pain and suffering. The agony of defeat well within my mind brought forth with complete hate towards the man standing before me. The grin on his face as he looked at me, knowing there wasn't a thing I could do about it. "Bah", I wanted to say as it seemed rediculous that this could ever happen to me. Even then he yelled out to everyone what was in my thoughts, reading my mind as if it were a book. Looking over my armor and ridiculing me for not having anything superior to what he was wearing. What I was incapable of retrieving for myself. As he plunged his dagger straight for my heart, I vowed right then and there for revenge. Even if it took 100 years. I would make...him...pay. With his life. -From the Journal of Dracmas. Day of Defeat. |
