by Gamba' » Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:13 am
Goroth eyes widened in surprise, he made sure his vantage point was covered in every possible detail, but that shock soon turned to rage as he realised what this pig called the cheif orka's gun, he layed it down, he was going to teach this swine a lesson, face to face... he slowly unsheathed his switchaxe, eyes not leaving the gaze of that pig, there were 4 of them, and one of him, he ignored the odds, calculations and possibilities were nothing to him, it was all about the now, besides, he'd taken down bigger, in much larger groups...
he left his vantage point eyes still on that pig, whom they called Varias. he pointed his wepeon at Varias's face...
I dare ya' to call it a piece of metal again, Pig.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes...
The Happyfolk were BLIND.