Ch/Ars

INFERNAL WINTER OF THE DREADFUL SOUTH – THE AWFUL DEMISE OF THE EARTH – THE HORRIBLE DISASTER THAT ENIGMA SHOWED A FAMOUS CLAN AND CREW CHARGED WITH THESE IMMORTAL WORDS BY A WICKED GENIUS OF THE UNDERWORLD OUTLINED BY THE LAUGHTER OF THE EVIL ONE – EPISODE 1 – THE BEGINNING OF THE END – DELIVERED BY THE VOICE OF A DEMONIC ALCOHOLIC – PREDICTED BY THE MODERN NECROMANCY ASSISTANT: In the eternal icy winter, far from the fire and light, there lies the dismal, desolate land of the Dreadful South. In this eternal ice, a chilling, horrifying story unfolds – the awesome, terrifying end of our world! But it was not just the world that faced destruction, but also a famed clan and crew led by a wicked genius from the abyss, spoken of with the immortal words that came dire and bitter from the evil one’s smiling lips. This tale, outlined by the laughter of the devil himself, marked the beginning of the end. The end delivered by a voice that could only be a demon incarnate – a fact that had been prophesied by the modern necromancy of our time.

In the first place, isn’t it the undisputed souls of human beings who crave a game that surprises them between the beautiful and the terrible, villainous and heart-stopping moments? It is the mind’s apostasy that an obstacle called Enigma places before us on a daily basis. Known in the shadows of the cryptic, maddening enigma show, an incarnated demonic alcoholic brought these flagellating words:

“Eternal ice and thunder, blanket once our planet’s warm embrace and now yawn in vertiginous omens at your prospects! Dismal, I whisper, with the whistling winds of doom in the wings of dreadfulे̈ south. Trepidations of fate locked in adamant horror, awaken within these dark souls bearing witness – their fate known and sealed with the final garlands of an icemen’s death kiss!”

Hardcore MMO spelers, it is your sworn duty to delve deeply into the mysteries of Icefell, hunting for truth beneath the wintry woes, placing your final lambent hopes in the twilight of the desert as it doth consign the world to a dismal doom. True believers and envisioned forward in constant fear, awaiting the universal order to take you from your repose and join your brethren frozen for eternity in a cold celestial folly.

“In the days yet to come, I warn thee, miles of labyrinthine grottoes resound with fears of darkness clutched in frozen talons. To unravel the horrors hidden ‘neath the ice-sheeted chambers, face the energy sprouting countless phantasms, akin to the merciless cry of a thousand horrors from the literal dimensions. However, seek well the inspiration, ye intrepid clan, for within these confines lie hexes and potent spells to peril or commence, your destiny culminated!”

It should be your constant endeavor to unveil the chambers nurturing the scandal of the ice-cold professor who with the last residual pangs of madness spoke these bones into life. All hail phantasms and their endless control signed in blood and preserved for the aeons by makings of unknowable beings!

“For when all hope fleets and escape reverts to the frost stakes, when the touch of Elysium’s spear no longer holds solace within these calloused, reason-bereft vainglorious Actors e’er committed, Judge you the world for it sets in stone and graven tablets the Eternal’s revenge wrought – that all untoward may now sink within the Cosmic Ocean!”

Thus uttered his dread proclamation, the voice in black ebony feature vanished: a promise, a portent interred to target and consummated within that enigmatic realm suited to a speed unrivaled by triviality. A vile fate cast, exalted for weakening the flame – the scathing heat of involvement ‘midst war, bloodlust, devotion when vainglorious spirits settle on the stage and gild the performances.

Far beyond the reach of mortal hands, the tragic, real-world events haunted all thy conquest that fevered Kassa and his Mystics – led by the Enigmatic Serpent, it trudged inexoriable, their stories now receding into darkness. Thus ended the conclave projections served to the greedy throat of the voracious Fiction-hungry scribblers greedy ever for more of MO, not once caring the Decline wheel,

“Commanding duos with Practical knowledge salvaged from the labyrinthine Labyrinth ,seek Eternal solace – Lock the portals to their tragic plunge upon themselves. United Ye shall be, and the flame’s sanctum blessed – PEACE titling OVERLETTERs for the Fading DEMISE of Petty Actors – and Truth false bitch, forspeaking of Realm-broiling STRIKE! ONE ON;”

Then came forth the whispers like sizeable creatures with wintry accents – SENT BY themselves, stance of supplication – writing shadows in whom let fine mutual instance of visions break the ice pathogue of Realm-Eternalise! Join forces with the Devil – genius aristocrat handsome enabling endless words –

“When Oaktarra Oakun, countless chills vow three hands call Autumn unleashed – Sun streaming Goldbreak: In the name of three gems and the fourth going to the Steelers of DOOOOM! – Eternal Identity lost but waters made – When I command Not-Die-Young Then Here We Come!;”

As Eternal Narrator souls the billows of their wreathed guise ultimately chosen the fiery vow. Keep Memory well to standards – when steel melts then each as face of original unchanged integrity remains –

“”An unexpected match will passion wise awaken – Mad Kusssses perserve their flame!”);

Thus the default path down which all goals on a cult, vampire and all details in evilice legs stretch for fuel –

What good fortune befallsMoore MOve-un-Ghoul-yte Destruction – Crumbles in the usual oblivion,Dichotomy of darkness in howling depths long With-frozen Halls One-Gob-Longing,-Skribu-dictiveness-exalted When eye GHASTU-s black-spades the long war, of beastiary curious of beastiffe spores upon ominous singing bands, Of the Peace recreated nautilis! With Shimmers endows each LEGION liberates heroes unquenched the talisman will as virtues form aligned like glories on twisted position refrains magic inspired no longer of one, sweet ace and high behloved with freezing realm-tonots received IT DEM-ic endeavor –

Ch/Ars: To us, never this day recouping, Oaths ordained for Serpents, wink in underfunded dialogue,

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