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Tonight, it's Go time.
The snow has returned, in greater numbers. Like gigantic hordes of icy fluff it rains from the skies causing terror and destruction, until at last, the heroes of the sky seize mother earth by her lovely hair and force the kneeling Goddess to deepthroat.
I used to create worlds of fiction when I was a child, and life still seemed to have the potential to be something more than nothing, and these worlds were great indeed. For example, during the wintern seasons I always imagined a war between the forces of warmth and the forces of CoOol. I came up with a whole hierarchial system for how the commanders were elected which resulted in a four way split of the forces of warmth, of which I was the rulaarr.
I was the General of Fire, cute, eh. I rode my giant red horse, which I realize now, was expendable; I used to let it fight to the death while I attempted retreat. Then there was light, which fought in lightbulbs and sunrays. They were by far the weakest faction for some reason and they were looked down upon by all. The third faction was the faction of water and wind, or "Netherbird" as I used to call it. They were sometimes my allies and sometimes my most feared adversaries.
Finally we had the Order of the Fire Monks, which were a grand beauracratic faction, which did more talkin than fightin if you catch my drift. All this was of course inspired by old fantasy novels. Lovely fantasies.
Anyway, so about a year ago, at the last year of my fantasy, I was exiled from the Forces of Fire for having used unorthodox methods in trying to rid the world of ice, and so after a whole lotta intgrigues and plotting I switched sides!
THAT'S WHY LAST WINTER WAS SO FUCKED UP
adieu
The snow has returned, in greater numbers. Like gigantic hordes of icy fluff it rains from the skies causing terror and destruction, until at last, the heroes of the sky seize mother earth by her lovely hair and force the kneeling Goddess to deepthroat.
I used to create worlds of fiction when I was a child, and life still seemed to have the potential to be something more than nothing, and these worlds were great indeed. For example, during the wintern seasons I always imagined a war between the forces of warmth and the forces of CoOol. I came up with a whole hierarchial system for how the commanders were elected which resulted in a four way split of the forces of warmth, of which I was the rulaarr.
I was the General of Fire, cute, eh. I rode my giant red horse, which I realize now, was expendable; I used to let it fight to the death while I attempted retreat. Then there was light, which fought in lightbulbs and sunrays. They were by far the weakest faction for some reason and they were looked down upon by all. The third faction was the faction of water and wind, or "Netherbird" as I used to call it. They were sometimes my allies and sometimes my most feared adversaries.
Finally we had the Order of the Fire Monks, which were a grand beauracratic faction, which did more talkin than fightin if you catch my drift. All this was of course inspired by old fantasy novels. Lovely fantasies.
Anyway, so about a year ago, at the last year of my fantasy, I was exiled from the Forces of Fire for having used unorthodox methods in trying to rid the world of ice, and so after a whole lotta intgrigues and plotting I switched sides!
THAT'S WHY LAST WINTER WAS SO FUCKED UP
adieu
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