the most torturous cruelty to language is slang. it exists only as the regurgitated cud of insubstantial gossip. those who do swell in their vocabulary merely sit in the corner and verbally masturbate instead of impregnating any local conversation with wit or information. Instead we have a crowd of hungry minds all spitting tales of an immaculate confection that will do all the talking for them.
He alluded rudely.
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A warrior wizard; a scientist that can fight for himself, would build a robot nurse to help fix him up in lew(lue?loo?) of the wizards lack of medical knowledge. A team they would be, fixing eachother, invincible to so speak lest they both be slain at once. But love might prove stronger than things like death; it certainly loses to war often enough, the least love could do is hold her own against death.
hmmm..... versus a necromancer and his demoness queen? the Lady of all darkness that winked into existence with the very first scream; the very first death.
everyone needs a backstory. except me.
i just want my computer back.
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