The-Denizen: * cough---hack---COUGH * Ahem... ...In our ever-so illustrious reality there exists a handful of influential figures who can alter the course of history; the ones with a “supreme will”. They fight against the endless cycle of mediocrity that entraps the unwashed masses and challenge the status quo underneath the “tower of death” in an eternal battle to wrest control from it. Yet...beneath the tower of death a flock of vultures gather for a “holy feast”.

The-Denizen-of: As the supreme ones struggle under the steaming sun, vultures swoop down to claim power from the strong wills. Gnashing...tearing...consuming, the vultures care not for what is destroyed in the process as they assimilate others into hopeless ideology. The machine keeps steaming as the birds keep feeding.

The-Denizen-of-the: Inside of the machine the supreme ones are caught in a stormy cloud of feathers that fire will not touch. It is perfect weather for the funeral. They sink into the tower of death, and with them the last hope to save those trapped in eternal return.

the_denizen: * HGUOC---kcah---hguoc * Where in tarnation did you get that blade in yer hand!? * sigh * Guess our little talk be endin’ right here. Jus’ ‘member this; you can’t claim what rightfully belongs to ya while stayin’ at home. Find a “friend” and mosey on out of that place, ya hear?

the_denizen: We’ll be seein’ each other again. Keep in touch, cuz I’ll be here... I will always be here...