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Post by Nik on Feb 13, 2011 23:44:08 GMT -5
Miserable, just plain miserable.
A word that could’ve been the most colorful in such a boring world was ‘miserable’.
There were much more, of course, but miserable was one of the finer words to use- one of sophistication and delicacy.
Such a sophisticated word had a rather unsophisticated definition- yet, it could be used to describe certain parts of the metropolis.
Not a metropolis, but rather, <i>the</i> metropolis. If anything, the Metropolis was a rather bustling place, even for present time. Everyone was going somewhere or nowhere at all, as if they needed to be there.
They were ignorant of those around them.
All they cared for was themselves.
But, lingering under their everyday life is something not so ordinary.
Actually, these people have been lingering for a while, now.
They like to be called the wanion. They're a little worse than your average, everyday rapist or killer.
The Wanion just want to be known. And not just through the metropolis-
they want everyone to know them. They want their names to echo along the walls of heads of the innocent people around them and they want their acts to be written in history.
They commit crimes just so that they'll be known. Not just any crimes- but slaughters, murders- horrendous things.
They love the taste of blood lining their lips.
Some people may know of the Wanion.
They want their members executed- not jailed. Which, oen may think, is a better consequence than anything. They're nameless- and they prefer to stay this way.
Nameless.
For many years now, they've been trying to find and kill off these Wanion cult members, but to no avail- instead, more of their members have been getting killed in action than theirs, yet they decide they'll fight against them.
At least, until they fall, anyway.
m e t r o p o l i s * *
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