- SilentSnoFall
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- Noble Heroic Member
Though the morrow may be barren of promises, nothing shall forstall my return.
Posted by: CoolCJ24
Date: 7th of May, 2012
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Things are getting desperate. I lay here in the snow-capped architecture, desolate for what must have been ages. I'm looking in my knapsack; a box of matches and two ham sandwiches remain. I do not know how much longer I will last in these relentless ice winds that bore down upon me from the North. My fingers are fragile and brittle; these fingers once spent many hours dancing merrily over a keyboard, a mouse or a game controller, frollicing in sci-fi entertainment.
Now, they shrivel and creak from freezing blue winds. I am numb throughout my being; a shell waiting for my demise.
Yet I am crawling with all my effort towards a plaque, smothered in frost. There are letters concealed beneath the casket of ice; the howling winds thrash at me, ever determined to tear me back. I cannot falter now, however. A light within me burns brighter with every creeping inch I gain towards the plaque.
A final, empowered heave takes me to the face of the plaque. The frost remains to cover the words. The time has come; I'm pulling a match, the very last match, and I strike it; a dwindling but determined flame lives on as ever worsening gales lash out like that of a Thornbeast. As I lie on the fortified stone steps of a vanished empire's legacy, the lit match - my awakened torch - clears the ice from the plaque, slowly but surely.
The frost covering is gone. My eyes remain bothered by snow and hail which batters them every day; I'm pulling out my spectacles, and with every fiber of my being, I pull myself to within a hair's width of the plaque to see these mythical musings of a mighty people. I'm squinting. The words are forming clearly. Each word glows in my retina, and I finally see the sacred sentence in its full, timeless form.
DO YOU LIEK PIE?!??!?
You sir win an internet, no... many internets for this.