Morituri Te Salutant
He ran.
His legs had started to burn a long time ago. Now there was only a dull, numb ache through his muscles, occasionally broken by the sting of grass lashing his bare ankles. At one stage, he turned to measure the distance he had covered between himself and his pursuers, but he only tripped and fell.
He ran.
Every time he landed he left a splash of blood, marking his trail as clear as fire. Sure...
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Submitted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 02:35 PM
-for thou shalt receive none. Because what do you expect me to do on the internet? Answer honestly?
Of course I lie like hell on the internet. I do the same in real life. Of course I'm a compulsive asshole over the internet. I'm exactly the same in real life. Of course I'm a hypocrite and a cheat and a total bastard - but at least I'm the same in real life.
Yes, the glorious refuge of the internet, where people...
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Submitted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 09:58 AM
I wish.
I don't know who remembers me. I'm ancient. I was kind of fading out when the new generation of MMOTers rose bravely to the helm and seized the bare back of opportunity with their fists, wrestling it into submission. In other words I'm probably the antiquated old coot of MMOT, who will stand on the stoop of a rickety weatherboard house (this blog) in a jacket that smells like flatulent camel, shouting at you...
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