james

There are many armies in the world. I effectively am one such army. Covertly until this point I have been in deep training attempting to ascertain the most efficient means by which to defeat an opponent.In my mind I command a vast armada that in physical hectares would span farther than the imagination of the prophet Mohammed himself. There are a veritable menagerie of weapons and craft assembled in unison to defend my honour and execute my very whims working on the pebbles of inner emotions that skim across the dawn drenched ocean of creative thought... sending ripples beyond my very fabric and permeating the lives of others. A hardy and flamboyant collection of mercenaries in pragmatic attire adorned with trophies man my flagship the Golden Pig whose faster than universal growth drive (FUGD) is amongst the most lucrative pieces of technology emblazoned upon the consciousness. Gigantic robotic Juarcs and Sgoindines pound the halls vigilantly while Mitesyghs scuttle without respite stoking the leviathan with children and women of an unfavourable visage that are whittled down mentally and become faceless ghosts within the living machine, eventually acting as toxicity gauges enshrouded in mystery-suits; filtering out a sense of urgency. Within my cryogenicshilouettenix system I relentlessly predict the cosmos and reconstitute it into bite sized chunks for those bureaucrats that Socrates and Meridian Revenge herself employed the service of so many moons gone by.Onwards to beyond the gutter that lies at the end of the stars I drive onto, ceaselessly spurning my army until there is nothing left to conquer and nothing left to learn but misery and decay within the Maelstrom of Phlegethon. As soon as the War has begun it has ended and all those bodies are spirits once more, buried in the rocks of space somehow familiar and yet unfathomably changed. MyGen Profile Generator MyGen Profile Generator