ToTheGallows
Guest
My friends; I am here to tell you a story. A story to torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And although I will do my best; there are no words that can be written nor brushstrokes laid upon canvas that can depict the true horror of the Judas Kiss laid upon Ocaryx.
The depth of a man's soul cannot be measured by mere meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion; only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the tribal council, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place; a different kind of man at the helm of Ocaryx - the events that transpired than that which did would have been drastically different.
In the last few days - Ocaryx's youthful flushed colour had drained from her much like the very blood from her veins upon the bed which she lie. Such a foul image for one to uphold. Yet in some twisted way, it only seemed to enhance her beauty; like a lily upon a grave. My poor sweet Ocaryx - you trusted in me; now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me. I fall; pathetic.
As the last rays of sunlight fade; one killer chases another through a power struggle of vast proportions within the red giant. A flash of steel in an unseen back alley sets the tone for a violent and selfish battle within the ranks of a once beautiful vessel.
For it is under the guise - the illusion of leadership; that the self-acclaimed saviour of Ocaryx oppresses and bigots. Naj84, a once utopian leader; has sunk to the depths of his enemies in a menomaniacal battle for control.
Whilst I have nil positive words; thoughts nor wishes for the duke and his dukess, I do wish my friends - those whom were once my comrades, by brothers; all the best for the future of w34. I will no doubt be lurking in the shadows - and you will hear of my name again; however no longer in association with those who choose forceful removal of a player from an account in favour of free will.
Goodnight, sweet prince.