┋He was only a first year, meek, weak, that’s what they had been saying. But when the monsters attacked, he knew he couldn’t cower. Hearing the screaming, his friends and colleagues picked off one by one, falling, the young little first year dashed through the crowds, to the front lines. He may not know much, he thought, but he was powerful, and he wouldn’t allow one more soul to die that night.┋
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┋I got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings, but now I’m free
There are no strings on me┋
┋Pray to your God, open your heart
Whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside┋
┋When the gasping had stopped, he looked upon what he had done, with a neutral face. He had loved her, that much was known and now, she would dot the halls as yet another face, cold and uncaring. The silver lining was her pain was no more. She was free to embrace the world, to be worn, like all the others. She was dead, and in death, he set her free.┋
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┋I’m only a nightmare
When you wake up and I’m not there
You’ll fiend for me cause I don’t play fair
I’ll be the mark you can’t erase, the demon tapping on your brain┋
┋In the dead of night
Count your sins by candle light
I go (Oh, oh, oh, one by one)
Came for what is mine
Brought the reaper back to life
Oh no (oh, oh, oh, Reaper’s home)┋
┋John: Magic’s just when you trick the universe into believing some incredibly outrageous lie. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about — I’ve told a few corkers in my time. Like any habitual liar, though, I spend far too much time these days trying to cover my grubby little tracks. All that bluster and bravado and bullshit — you get a right nasty headache just thinking about it.┋
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┋I wonder what you were after when you go into the game. It’s usually something. Something specific that you think is worth taking risks for. Money. Sex. Revenge. Power. Enlightenment. Thinner thighs in thirty days. ┋
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