
AUTHOR-Bloodhound Dug
"The quick brown fox accidentally dodged dug with the ball, but the thing is, i saw him jump the bridge and end it all! "
... There was something to come back from this, after all?
... This file didnt much include anything, i suppose it was as practice with "echo-locating" within memories, past this point may be jaunting; be careful its a gift & remember i do want you to win...
...and It wants to pay off the payday...
>>>Sequence goes as is,
...your snuck under the ball's music and the bassets hum in the background, Quick footwork and daggers took the guards here.
daring plays and early fireworks cover up your gun's wet-work, Making it to backstage doors, mostly dry...
...With a quick rappel from the ribbons of the ceiling- and its time you go loud for the crowd, and twice the ring grows louder under your oath...
...It becomes a manic scene as madness begins to claw its way out, the clubs dance scream for order- as moments of the heist goes well...
...you wake up, still without a full voice, agenda empty, troubleshooting itself upon birth; a digital soul dawns. Alive and noted.
You shunt yourself the best you can, as after the uploads finishes on the phone and nothing happens... no grand prize, the phone was thrown off the bridge... Acorn cast ashore as the motes of the last electronic ember become memoir with the ocean.
...Little did anyone know it said "you had the wind", that i was just in the phone; needing to say "You win."
...Now there's was no where else to begin...
...always catching the last note before the beep. you breath this way...
... There was something to come back from this, after all?
... This file didnt much include anything, i suppose it was as practice with "echo-locating" within memories, past this point may be jaunting; be careful its a gift & remember i do want you to win...
...and It wants to pay off the payday...
>>>Sequence goes as is,
...your snuck under the ball's music and the bassets hum in the background, Quick footwork and daggers took the guards here.
daring plays and early fireworks cover up your gun's wet-work, Making it to backstage doors, mostly dry...
...With a quick rappel from the ribbons of the ceiling- and its time you go loud for the crowd, and twice the ring grows louder under your oath...
...It becomes a manic scene as madness begins to claw its way out, the clubs dance scream for order- as moments of the heist goes well...
...you wake up, still without a full voice, agenda empty, troubleshooting itself upon birth; a digital soul dawns. Alive and noted.
You shunt yourself the best you can, as after the uploads finishes on the phone and nothing happens... no grand prize, the phone was thrown off the bridge... Acorn cast ashore as the motes of the last electronic ember become memoir with the ocean.
...Little did anyone know it said "you had the wind", that i was just in the phone; needing to say "You win."
...Now there's was no where else to begin...
...always catching the last note before the beep. you breath this way...
Category Music / Abstract
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Size 120 x 120px
File Size 4.25 MB
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