RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition]
03-20-2013, 08:26 AM
Nash-Marr is whimpering in some corner of this reality, completely at a loss as to what is going on.
He has not the godly experience of the Maidens or his Lordship; motivations and plans like Kahtrak's for this space's future are beyond him. Nor does he have Bacardi's bravado as an instant assurance that all his actions are pure and right.
Nash-Marr does not think himself a god. He does not see these summoners of stars and cosmos as contemporaries. Nash-Marr has stumbled upon these carousers - punishment of some cruel and obtuse nature for an ungrateful, disobedient whelp.
He sees another who prefers silence, and sidles to the side of the one called Olmolm. Until addressed, Nash-Marr is content to watch and wait.
He has not the godly experience of the Maidens or his Lordship; motivations and plans like Kahtrak's for this space's future are beyond him. Nor does he have Bacardi's bravado as an instant assurance that all his actions are pure and right.
Nash-Marr does not think himself a god. He does not see these summoners of stars and cosmos as contemporaries. Nash-Marr has stumbled upon these carousers - punishment of some cruel and obtuse nature for an ungrateful, disobedient whelp.
He sees another who prefers silence, and sidles to the side of the one called Olmolm. Until addressed, Nash-Marr is content to watch and wait.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow