Camel Eaters
24-11-2004, 04:15
Pr. Mark Tell was busy. Always busy. He wanted free time but always so busy. His head began to buzz as he slipped. Through time and space and personality to person. He was something different when he hit the floor.
A wound opened in his head and he just stared at the blood that flowed forth in amazement. He reached over and touched it. The blood slipped too. It stuck to his fingers and he could lift it up in long strands. It danced under the direction of his magical fingers. The world faded in and out like the tides. Mark wasn't Mark. He was GOD of his own domain. A world of blood and slipping.
He awoke in a place...
OOC: It's an RP that is not supposed to make any real sense but kind of does. Please no stupidity and craziness. Humor is good but in this one we're looking for a sarcastic bitter humor. Thank you and proceed.
A wound opened in his head and he just stared at the blood that flowed forth in amazement. He reached over and touched it. The blood slipped too. It stuck to his fingers and he could lift it up in long strands. It danced under the direction of his magical fingers. The world faded in and out like the tides. Mark wasn't Mark. He was GOD of his own domain. A world of blood and slipping.
He awoke in a place...
OOC: It's an RP that is not supposed to make any real sense but kind of does. Please no stupidity and craziness. Humor is good but in this one we're looking for a sarcastic bitter humor. Thank you and proceed.