left like a waffle without the sweet syrup, feeling all the holes caused by the lack of the thing which make you feel special. Those holes will never be filled again, left like a mark of the past and present pain.
EGHM EGHM. Listen to the song while reading.
/me drama mode ACTIVATED
What else can be sadder, than the view of your own clan going faster and faster to the Clans Graveyard?..
What else can make You more sad than the though that.. it's your own fault. It's your fault, stupid! YOUR FAULT!..
Oh God, tears.. Tears falling down to the ground.. Hopelessly trying to dodge planks.. WHY WAS YOU INACTIVE, STUPID! WHY YOU HAD TO GET IN TROUBLES!..
They said don't go, they said it's dangerous, THEY HAVE WARNED YOU! But You didn't listen.. You didn't care..
You made Your own decision and You..
You have failed Your own family.
Family full of love.
You have disappointed them.
You have disappointed yourself.
You are now empty. Empty, you know? EMPTY.
You don't have no-one. You are alone. Hey.. What?
What are You looking at? Don't even think of making new clan.. The next time You can get crazy.. You can do somethi- wait what? Corrupted Waffles?
What the hell.. Are you trying to join them? No, NO! DON'T DO EET! They will eat You, my pure sweet waffle. Don't do it. DON'T.
Fuck, listen to me! Th-
/me wakes up
Fuck, that was a weird dream. So, let's check if i was accepted.. Oh, auto accept. Cool. Now, let's try to stay active. O HAI POWAS LOLOLOLOL BEER DRUGS LETS PLAY COUNTER STRIKE
Once in a distant land, a long time ago, lived the world’s greatest assassin. Defeat impossible, he was called only by Kilcreed. He wore a white cloak and hood. But the greatest accessory of this Angel of Death was a golden mask he wore. It was fabled that this mask was what made him great. Years passed, he disappeared.
Here starts the story of our hero. A boy, bullied and abused, decided he had enough. He had heard of this mask. He thought he might be able to find this great mask for himself. He began his trek researching this mystical item. It was said to be at the end of an intricate labyrinth. First, the boy would take on a new identity. He would now be known as Kilcreed, himself. He then enlisted the aid of great assassins he had heard stories of. These assassins were known as hersztPL, Verax, Mistikal, Molik14, SunR1se, aleks95, MICu, Arkenvoss, Jetsnix, Thrandir, Dialord, Scorpio000, Chicken89, 1handclap, VitaMinoo, KaBu, bielus, dge, sygul, seeVv, davidovsky, Tysk1e, mike2k5, Saint, and Powas. This team went off for the mask, defeating any opposition that stood in their way. This labyrinth, the traps within, and the people who sought the same goal were no match. But, they found only an empty stone where the mask would lay. The stories were false, but what they found was camaraderie. Kilcreed didn’t find his prize, but, on this journey, he became more skilled and found friends that could only help him improve.
True story.
I'm thinking about making a head in the Kilcreed style.