Now begins my decent into hell. The fighting will be tough and drain my body. I may die. I WILL DIE. But I am ready. Yes, it may drain my body, but my resolve will not be broken nor dampened. I will die, and it will only serve to make me strong. It will only serve to make me stronger. I will be alone, with naught but my sword and shield for company and comfort. I will die, and die, and die again. But i will not be halted. My body will be broken, my mind shattered, my hopes dashed against the rocks of torment that pave the path before me. Without hope, I will have nothing. There is no hope, and it will only make me stronger. Without hope i will have nothing left to lose. Nothing left to lose and everything to gain. Shields up Hopes down
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 04:58:23 +0000
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