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| MT, Musings Of A Madfellow | Written: 2010-02-27 05:18:36 |
Volume I |
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Strange... Malton is bathed in blood day by day, the dawn stains the sky as red as the slick ground, and night's herald stains it anew, but for how long? We cannot lose blood forever, there will come a day when the blood is black on the walls, and the streets are a crimson hash of rotting flesh and fetid blood, and on that day there will be more blood and gore than that still residing in its old owners. For we are the undying, but we cannot remain so forever each time we die a little more of us slips, it stains our clothes, the walls, the earth... We paint our world in shades of red and black, but we are running out of blood to paint with. Ten years? Twenty? How long will it take for us to run out of things to feed upon, as it is we rely mostly upon what we consumed while we walked as the dead, strange as it may be the citizens of malton are now bound to their un-death as the face of a coin is bound to its tail. Our grisly feasts sustain us enough to walk for a time as we used to, without them we would surely waste away to nothing in the endless tide of death and revivification. In the end that phrase told to us by our mothers still rings truest, "You are what you eat.". We eat of the flesh of man, and we may become man again, we eat nothing, and we become nothing. Strange then that the external forces would continue to send us fresh food, they should by rights know that without a constant supply of fresh meat we would die, and yet they continue to send new troops in with full supplies... What interest do they have in keeping us alive? The only thing that can be made sure of is that their reasons are not simple altruism... So what does that leave? -Musings of a Madfellow |
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