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Current mood:  irate
When the last menacing lace of hope is untwined and stumbled into the darkness, the world will fall into a panic of furious temperments, from the clouds bludgeoning the air with soot to the very cry of mankind becoming foul and primitive. The time will soon come where the lords of the shadow life reveal themselves and cast their mighty redemtion amongs the foes of the underage. Taking up the throne of charisma and war, they will rule all that is left and rebuild, not of human terms, but in a way that all will embrace the fear they have endured and the anger they have ceased to control.
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