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It was with the final click of the cartridge that he sent himself back to the holy father. The round-nosed implement of death slipped from it’s case; into his head it embedded himself, taking the place where formerly his mind had sat. That was it. The game was over.
» Posted By Theo Townsend On 04.09.2010 @ 7:01 am
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Fragments of her memory spilled out onto the page as she fought back the waves of despair. In the background, tones from an old radio witnessed her struggle; they didn’t care, nor did anyone else. But was there a light in this dark tunnel, somewhere to go or someone to stop her? Possibly. But she wasn’t aware. Her pseudo-attackers weren’t aware. The old radio wasn’t aware.
» Posted By Theo Townsend On 04.08.2010 @ 10:17 am