Its a cold night, rain pouring down from the heavens
as if the god's themselves we're crying, begging him to go to sleep.His eyes bloodshot, his breath long and deep, He doesn't remenber when he had
a moment's peace, all he knows is battle, for years now fighting his enemies, wave after wave they come,
almost unlimited in number, but he knows he cannot stop now, he needs to reach his target.
The Throne, The Prison of his master....... or well, that's what goes through a 20 year old dota addict...
Only 6 hours of sleep for the last 3 days ... I hear and see things
that seem only to be fragments of my imagination but are yet so real, but I need to keep going, keep moving forward.
My eyes fixed on the screen, energy drink on my right, crumbled chips to my left,
Pandora's singing in my ears...I am as far as I know, at peace, one with myself. And with a series of clicks and quick taps on the keyboard, I vanquish my enemies, and reach my target, my Master, finally he will be free and me at his side will rule all.Another battle won... But the war for the Ancients is not yet over..
