Your wings are broken. What will you do now? Can you fly? Will you survive?
Our time runs low, the sand dripping away one grain at a time. We're running as fast as we can, and running out of options.
We've put our hands up and raised the white flag. You won, game over. I hope your happy, as the world dies. You're the King of Nothing, Ruler of a Desolate and Empty Universe.
Good luck with your forgotten Kingdom. May you rot in whatever hell forms from your destruction.
I love how you tagged this with 'potato chips' :)
ReplyDeleteI was hungry, and also by tagging it with random things, it's easier to find, because it's unique.
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