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August, 25, 2009 165.87 miles south of Cairo, Egypt. Lat: 28°22'4.72"N Long: 29°17'27.23"E Malkira’s body lies twisted and broken in the middle of a large ancient sanctuary. His breathing is ragged, and his armors chest plate has been pulverized. Blood drips rapidly from the ends of his exposed ribs, pooling around him on the intricately tiled floor. He lifts his blood soaked head, and looks at the timer on his crushed wrist. The pain is intense. “They aren&rsqu...

Suddenly, a high-pitched whistle starts to echo through the chamber. Apollyon twists his head curiously to the side, as he taps his helmets temple, and asks "Do the rest of you hear that?" The team looks around, and rapidly edge toward the door, Malkira in the center of the formation carrying the crate. As they reach the massive arched portal leading to the surface, a light flares over the altar. Malkira looks over his shoulder, and watches as the form of a man begins to coalesce over the alt...

It's hard to think when you are trapped in the middle of a raging inferno. I guess you should be trying to escape, but really the only thing that comes to mind is how big those fucking blisters on your arms are getting. Is skin supposed to bubble? Fuck! I know its not supposed to split like that. Let's examine the situation form a distance. Heres the set-up: A two bedroom wood frame house. You fell asleep and everything was fine, but now the world has transformed into your worst vision of He...

Designing dreams for lesser men making millions whats my sin build the future watch it fly you're infected you will die Fuck your sickness Fuck your cure Keep away You're all impure I'm protected from the plagues Inside my mansion barricades tried to run tried to hide In my own waste I will die The future I've seen with these eyes The earths infected it will die But I feel safe inside my head I've seen the future it is dead

The virulent thoughts of the mediocre, struggle to subdue my mind. They scream "Conform", and consume my inner peace. My vision fades into the sight of the blind, the black threatens to overwhelm me, and the breath of my demons rushes in my ears. All I have left are my thoughts, and the battle is lost. The victors look down at my trembling frame. My scars on display for all to see, as I bleed out, upon the dingy floor of my mental fortress. Its walls crumble in the onslaught, destroyed by the...