Post by admins on Nov 23, 2009 12:39:38 GMT -5
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Welcome to the Kingdom of Roanth, fall of 862 A.D.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking feeling.
A once beautiful and peaceful place, that is falling to ruins quickly.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hearts are being broken, and vows are being betrayed as tensions run high.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
On the brink of war, what is going to happen to the once wondrous land called Roanth?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.