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Nothing But CowardsSick fucks who hide behind socks and masks are nothing but cowards.
Chicken shits who invade others privacy through hacking are nothing cowards.
Bastards who use their tech savvy to interfere and undermine the personal relationships of others are lower than trolls and nothing but cowards.
Insecure pukes who deflect responsibility for their actions onto those whose lives they've encroached upon are nothing but cowards.
Cumstains who use their money or position to manipulate appearances and cause problems for the unsuspecting, because they can, are nothing but cowards.
Fucking pieces of shit who create undo hardships on others for their own entertainment, because they can, are nothing but cowards.
The Time for WordsThe time for words is no more
I'm bored with you cowards and your whore
Some of you I once defended, considered as friends
But you used all I gave to meet your own ends
I act not in anger or out of spite
But to show you the peace of the last goodnight
I've tolerated your invasions, bore the brunt of your jokes
All the while knowing who you are, playing along with the hoax
Pray to the gods, whichever ones you serve
Beg them for anything that may give you nerve
Grovel for their strength, your miserable lives to save
Repent of your sins and change the ways you behave
None of that will matter for your debt's come due
You'll know the powerlessness of those once oppressed by you
You had enumerable chances, they've long since passed
For you there's no redemption, the die has been cast
The gods can forgive me or just kiss my ass
For being so arrogant and speaking so crass
You see, cowardly fucks, I don't answer to them
Rather I sit at their table when I get the whim
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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