Once upon a time, an undead was born in the exotic lands of the Far East. He was a bit different from his kin in many aspects. That difference of course made it difficult for the undead to cope with his family and friends.
Correction: he had no friends.
Fellow warrior yes, comrades may be. But real close friends? It was impossibility. Nevertheless, he didn't give up; instead, he tried to venture outside of his home to the world outside.
Oh the joy he had! He met various colours of peoples from the noble Astoraians to the Wander-lust men of Zena. However, with very good man/woman he met, a dozen bared their true vile altitude.
Just like in the east, he was insulted and mocked for his origin or perhaps the gods he worshipped. Some even invaded him and killed him in the most insulting and agonizing way. The eastern man didn't give up; he marched with both mental and physical scars on his weary soul.
After years of searching, he had finally found a place to belong to… to feel like it is home. Gender/religion/colour mattered not in this secret haven. He felt happy for the first time in years.
But.
Everything has an end.
The haven was soon defiled by the abyss… a rare type of the abyss that strikes the soul, body and mind. He tried to resist the blight but it was in vain. Alas, his soul surrendered his body in yield and his mind scattered. He was absorbed in the abyss. And not a single soul remembered the eastern.
. . .
I am done.
Yep, I am finished. I won't be writing anything, reading, reviewing… heck I will log out for the sake of it. I just wanted to give you guys some sort of an notification. no more ranting abouts/ shitty one shots/ dark souls hippy care bear.
Why you ask? i….i will stay silent in this one; I just don't want to talk about it (and please no pms… I won't read them.)
I was about to delete all of my worthless fics (still considering so don't get shocked if this profile became some freakin deadlands) but for now, I will leave them be. Besides, all of them had some shitty grammar, vocabulary, weak plot, 1D characters and what not. I hardly think that anyone will miss my pile of literal shit. Also, don't forget I am an Egyptian (i.e Arab or 'sand nigga' and terrorists ) so I have better things to blow rather than writing, right?
It has been a wild, fun ride but like I said before everything has an end.
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I there is a 0.00001% chance that I might be back on business two/three months for now... but don't get your hopes up , kittens.
This is Alone in the blight signing out
*proper bow*
Praise the sun.