Gamesmaster sits at the center of the web
It is a web of thoughts. All minds are open to gamesmaster's mutant born telepathy.
So he sits at the center of his web and craves lives he cant have. Like the life of a Priest who make a rosary for a parishoner, praying, his hands steady and smooth. Or the lives of two teenagers, so near adulthood, who share a stolen kiss in the darkness of a hall closet.
He craves lives not his own and he sits at the center of the web and wonders what he will find today.
It is a web of thoughts. All minds are open to gamesmaster's mutant born telepathy.
So he sits at the center of his web and craves lives he cant have. Like the life of a Priest who make a rosary for a parishoner, praying, his hands steady and smooth. Or the lives of two teenagers, so near adulthood, who share a stolen kiss in the darkness of a hall closet.
He craves lives not his own and he sits at the center of the web and wonders what he will find today.