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zg_shadows2008-03-05 05:08 pm
astro-dust.livejournal.com) wrote in zg_shadows2008-03-05 05:08 pm
I like this game!
Mage tat
This is the city i serve.
Born of foreign shores, i can see it now; mansions and roads that have existed before the discovery of my homeland, places of the Weaver that seem scoured of any trace of independence - except what remains in the hearts and minds of it's residents, the People are no small thing. Their consciousness echoes in my mind's eye; the shattered lives of the homeless, forced down to lie in their own piss and vomit by the sadistic rule of the Man. Where predator's stalk the streets, whether in the edged dark of shadow, or in the mercenary brightness of the main streets. This is the city i serve.
This is the city i serve, this flawed mandala whose labyrinthine spirals lead outwards to deny any seeker the enlightenment of it's perfect centre. Whose ways are as tangled as my own ideology, as dangerous as the chemicals that rush through my veins, allowing me to pull back the Skein between this world and the Velvet Shadow. But the spirits are here - hiding in the realm - clothed in flesh that is not their own, taking shelter as they should not. I must make a difference.
This is the city i serve. I stand in the heart of it's People and know them for who they are.
I knew it when i stood to be a voice of the Awakened. I knew it when we shaped this city from the energy of a million feet marching to make a difference. I knew it when Caspian fell to the despair and only saw it solution to be enslavement. I know it now.
This is the city i serve, this discordant choir, this cacophony of quintessence with no guiding earth to guide it. I felt the energy of it's residents fill me before, and i was sure that they would kill me.
I love these people.
This is the city i serve.
Born of foreign shores, i can see it now; mansions and roads that have existed before the discovery of my homeland, places of the Weaver that seem scoured of any trace of independence - except what remains in the hearts and minds of it's residents, the People are no small thing. Their consciousness echoes in my mind's eye; the shattered lives of the homeless, forced down to lie in their own piss and vomit by the sadistic rule of the Man. Where predator's stalk the streets, whether in the edged dark of shadow, or in the mercenary brightness of the main streets. This is the city i serve.
This is the city i serve, this flawed mandala whose labyrinthine spirals lead outwards to deny any seeker the enlightenment of it's perfect centre. Whose ways are as tangled as my own ideology, as dangerous as the chemicals that rush through my veins, allowing me to pull back the Skein between this world and the Velvet Shadow. But the spirits are here - hiding in the realm - clothed in flesh that is not their own, taking shelter as they should not. I must make a difference.
This is the city i serve. I stand in the heart of it's People and know them for who they are.
I knew it when i stood to be a voice of the Awakened. I knew it when we shaped this city from the energy of a million feet marching to make a difference. I knew it when Caspian fell to the despair and only saw it solution to be enslavement. I know it now.
This is the city i serve, this discordant choir, this cacophony of quintessence with no guiding earth to guide it. I felt the energy of it's residents fill me before, and i was sure that they would kill me.
I love these people.