Post by Drizzle Drazzle on Mar 5, 2009 18:45:09 GMT -6
Oh my brothers and sisters, it is with joyous heart that I now remove the sutures from my lips (silence is the heaviest stone that I have ever carried)....and I share with you happy happy news.
I have a vision!
I shall manifest this vision in stone, fire, water and air.
A temple.
Last year I made a sacrifice of myself, unto myself and upon the altar of my own living flesh.
(forgive me my ambiguity, some secrets can only ever be hinted at)
I will tell the audient void.
Coming back from the dead, I feared for my own sanity....and so I did a very very crazy thing indeed! I invited a certain devil into my brain, and requested of it to inspect my hardware and make sure all was well....Even now, I laugh at such things, such shananigans....
My life is written on the wind.
Anyways, there have been reprocussions, as you might well imagine.
Now, many months later, I feel that I have successfully navigated this dark night of the soul, this night of pan, survived the void and came back only because I scincerly love my fellow humanity and wish to drag as many fools into the outer chaos with me as I possibly can.
One reprocussion has been a vision, the Temple that I wish to build.
An homage to Lucifer, Lilith, Loki, Kali, Pan, Cthulhu, Tiamat, and others that I adore.
A sanctuary.
A gift to the cult.
Now enough of my prattle. It is time to lift some rocks!
Wait, first I need land.
Any wealthy cultists wish to donate a piece of land, preferably wooded, boulder -strewn and enchanted? Well, everywhere is enchanted, plus I bring with me a crew of funny-assed goblins and boogaboos.
You know, it seldom hurts to ask.
I have no choice but to follow this vision, I already have begun sketching out some designs.
My life is now focussed on a new goal, previous ambitions placed aside. All that I do now is working towards this Temple. This perilous chapel of ghouls.
Our very lives are holy war.
And now I re-apply the sutures, closing these blashphemously ressurrected lips once agin. And I thank you for reading.
I have a vision!
I shall manifest this vision in stone, fire, water and air.
A temple.
Last year I made a sacrifice of myself, unto myself and upon the altar of my own living flesh.
(forgive me my ambiguity, some secrets can only ever be hinted at)
I will tell the audient void.
Coming back from the dead, I feared for my own sanity....and so I did a very very crazy thing indeed! I invited a certain devil into my brain, and requested of it to inspect my hardware and make sure all was well....Even now, I laugh at such things, such shananigans....
My life is written on the wind.
Anyways, there have been reprocussions, as you might well imagine.
Now, many months later, I feel that I have successfully navigated this dark night of the soul, this night of pan, survived the void and came back only because I scincerly love my fellow humanity and wish to drag as many fools into the outer chaos with me as I possibly can.
One reprocussion has been a vision, the Temple that I wish to build.
An homage to Lucifer, Lilith, Loki, Kali, Pan, Cthulhu, Tiamat, and others that I adore.
A sanctuary.
A gift to the cult.
Now enough of my prattle. It is time to lift some rocks!
Wait, first I need land.
Any wealthy cultists wish to donate a piece of land, preferably wooded, boulder -strewn and enchanted? Well, everywhere is enchanted, plus I bring with me a crew of funny-assed goblins and boogaboos.
You know, it seldom hurts to ask.
I have no choice but to follow this vision, I already have begun sketching out some designs.
My life is now focussed on a new goal, previous ambitions placed aside. All that I do now is working towards this Temple. This perilous chapel of ghouls.
Our very lives are holy war.
And now I re-apply the sutures, closing these blashphemously ressurrected lips once agin. And I thank you for reading.