Deleter
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If any mod team is looking for a writer-NOTE NOT IDEA MAN- I'm open. I'll write anything between 1-30ish pages. I prefer SciFi, but am open, just post if you're interested. Or just post to tell me how bad of an author I am, I don't care :thumbs:. Here's a sample of my current WIP:
"Ieth looked down the crevice formed by the two corpses of what had been at one time office buildings. Darkness pervaded the area, rendering his action futile. Not even a dim shape to give an idea of what was in there. He took a step away from the gap. A sharp hiss acted as a rewind on his control; his foot stepped back to where it had been before. His body was no longer his own as it began traveling further into the black maw. The air was still and morbid, a sense of death hung on it that rendered it almost toxic. He bothered not with preparing to meet whatever was in there. Should it be Satan himself it couldn't be much worse than it was now. The very nature of the being was evil enough to bring all darkness to it. He felt his already diminished grasp on reality fade as reality turned to nightmare. A faint red hue permeated the darkness, instilling fear into his mind. He felt his life was not the only thing threatened here but his entire soul. Whispers found their way into his ears and maliciously attacked whatever was left of his weakened resolve. Coldness, death, darkness, suffering, all were his fellows as he slipped into fear stronger than strength itself. His life, soul, and existence were forfeit."
"Ieth looked down the crevice formed by the two corpses of what had been at one time office buildings. Darkness pervaded the area, rendering his action futile. Not even a dim shape to give an idea of what was in there. He took a step away from the gap. A sharp hiss acted as a rewind on his control; his foot stepped back to where it had been before. His body was no longer his own as it began traveling further into the black maw. The air was still and morbid, a sense of death hung on it that rendered it almost toxic. He bothered not with preparing to meet whatever was in there. Should it be Satan himself it couldn't be much worse than it was now. The very nature of the being was evil enough to bring all darkness to it. He felt his already diminished grasp on reality fade as reality turned to nightmare. A faint red hue permeated the darkness, instilling fear into his mind. He felt his life was not the only thing threatened here but his entire soul. Whispers found their way into his ears and maliciously attacked whatever was left of his weakened resolve. Coldness, death, darkness, suffering, all were his fellows as he slipped into fear stronger than strength itself. His life, soul, and existence were forfeit."