Post by JoshSmaltz on May 7, 2016 3:54:39 GMT
It's not good. Everything feels choppy. I'm not sure I cared as much about a given letter before this but I think my favorite now might be E, if only because without it I would probably bash my skull in.
Long ago, witchcraft brought a shambling mass upon a small town. Climax approaching, a young Lord asks his King to damn the odds of what "may" in favor of what "could."
"What is thy bidding Lord? How would thou command your vigilant thrall? Your opposition is marching from the South! Quickly, respond! Sir, I too look upon our odds with pity. Is the confrontation for naught? For what small bit it is worth, I am a survivor of the initial onslaught, and the following assault! Will your host onward. Or, run...fail. But,now, down wind, both the Sun and Moon are with us! All will comply! Our surroundings, too, a frothing wild volcanic Moor, can only warn of glory! Dripping, putrid, noxious, slipping towards us. That hulking blob could kill half our troops! Still, call for arms and with luck the day may still be won. Smash and cut limb from limb! Stuff the maw of the brood until it can withstand nothing but drowning in its own filth.
It was supposed to be/in the process of being a rally speech in front of a horde of zombies set in an older time. I've always thought a period piece zombie movie would be tight, unfortunately it would be easier with E's...
I don't know how many words any of this is Cuz I'm on my phone
Long ago, witchcraft brought a shambling mass upon a small town. Climax approaching, a young Lord asks his King to damn the odds of what "may" in favor of what "could."
"What is thy bidding Lord? How would thou command your vigilant thrall? Your opposition is marching from the South! Quickly, respond! Sir, I too look upon our odds with pity. Is the confrontation for naught? For what small bit it is worth, I am a survivor of the initial onslaught, and the following assault! Will your host onward. Or, run...fail. But,now, down wind, both the Sun and Moon are with us! All will comply! Our surroundings, too, a frothing wild volcanic Moor, can only warn of glory! Dripping, putrid, noxious, slipping towards us. That hulking blob could kill half our troops! Still, call for arms and with luck the day may still be won. Smash and cut limb from limb! Stuff the maw of the brood until it can withstand nothing but drowning in its own filth.
It was supposed to be/in the process of being a rally speech in front of a horde of zombies set in an older time. I've always thought a period piece zombie movie would be tight, unfortunately it would be easier with E's...
I don't know how many words any of this is Cuz I'm on my phone
