Shifting Shadows RP Part 1

Shifting Shadows RP Part 1

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Are you prepared to discover what lies beneath the darkest of shadows? What type of darkness lies within your mind? In a world where fighting to get what you want is crucial, blood is split, lives are taken, souls are shattered and ultimately consumed. There is no place for the weak and cowardly. Death grows everyday, it is up to those who fight against the will of the shadows that surround them...to save the light and allow it to grow, chasing the shadows back into where they oozed from. Who has the strength to stand amungst the darkness while bathed in nothing but the shining sun. The world around them is shifting. Can you handle it? *DISCLAIMER* This story is still in the rough format and isn't full edited because there is just so much so please forgive us! By 'us' I mean me and my friends who created this story 6 years ago! So sorry we didn't save the first parts of it unfortunately we didn't think our hobby would get this good but please please PLEASE give this story a chance! Thanks!~
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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