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GOD IS DEAD, FATED TO BE AN EXILE, CONSIGNED TO THE FLAMES SINCE 2005.

Episode II: Krankhaus/Scars and Stripes

They have assembled and one falls… Thus opens the next tale.

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Episode II: Krankhaus/100%

Ed was aiming for the jugular of the girl near the familiar Virgil, trying to cope with being swatted with a sword that seemed to be sentient.

“As I was saying; this drug-addicted person here-” Virgil said as he parried Ed’s daggers, one by one, motioning the Read the rest of this entry »

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Episode II: Krankhaus/Elixir

“What am I doing here? I’m here to see you, friend.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Episode II: Krankhaus/Vena Cava

Now this was getting ugly with a capital U; that weird girl is in some sort of coma, those other guys haven’t stopped their bickering, Old Manty thinks I’m useless, Ed is acting strange just standing there, frozen. I dont know whether it was the hidden drugs he took when we were cruising around or a re-enactment of what happened the other night that he wouldn’t tell us about. To make it worse, Virgil isn’t here too! Everybody else had decided to crowd around the girl to see how she collapsed. Read the rest of this entry »

Filed under: Alternate Symphony: The Missing Prodigal and Others, Episode II: Krankhaus

Episode II: Krankhaus/A La Mort/Ed I

Go near her while you still can…

take your blade

kill her, rid her from the world, as is your duty…

So many voices haunt me, as if they can’t stop talking and following and mumbling and shouting at me from different directions, like a crazy carnival of noise and light and people. What am I to do now?

Filed under: Alternate Symphony: The Missing Prodigal and Others, Episode II: Krankhaus

About the Random

Known in various social circles as the Odd Guy With Whacked-Out Insight towards everything he comes across, he now has found a reason to keep on going, since he had a wonderful epiphany; the world will forever be his joyous, bloody asylum. He now aims for a Certificate in assembling Monster-Sized Babbage Analytical Engines of Doom, starting in June. He wishes that he had a straitjacket that can cover the bloodstains on his suit.

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