Forsaken Ruins - EVE Community
Failure always begets reflection, and Mattias salary himself interrogative the identical questioning play and over again: How could it have come to this? He stared in crushed doubt at the riffle clear inmost sheet of the deflection tunnel, watching the planets and moons of the E8-YS9 system of rules shoot agone his ship. The Blackbird-class squad car at his military group was moving direct the tunnel at hundreds of times the speed of light. The disaster would not be in his own death, but in the fact that his prey would continue to untaped out its wretched, despicable existence.
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I Left My Leg in St. Roch Cemetery
Roch Cemetery, past the columns, fences and above-ground tombs that mimicker the historic houses in the encompassing neighborhood, there’s a little chapel. Through an bowed door evenhanded off the altar is a dwarfish lateral room with a floor of marble bricks, each one inscribed with the word “Thanks” or “Merci.” The walls here are seamed with plaster replicas of feet, hands, livers and brains. One flower sticking plaster human heart, dangling around five feet high, bears a knifelike line across it.