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The film that made me secretly crave a zombie outbreak..just so...

The film that made me secretly crave a zombie outbreak..just so I could face the undead hordes with a cricket bat and seek sanctuary in my local pub. It would certainly brighten things up around here…

This song brings back SO many memories, just reading the lyrics...

This song brings back SO many memories, just reading the lyrics is weird. I've not heard this for years, and it takes me right back to when I was just starting year 13 in 6th form. 6th form was the best two years of my life, hands down.

#ralphwisdom is the best. He knows what he's talking...

#ralphwisdom is the best. He knows what he's talking about.

Journal of the Wanderer - Casus City

Having crossed the straits of Asingrad, I ascended the steppes until I reached a plateau, upon which the city of Casus stood. Over the course of my travels, I had grown more than a little curious of the city, for a certain mystique clings to its name, owing in no small part to the isolationist policies pursued by its government, and the fact that its people do not seem to leave its walls to roam the world. I must confess to a certain disappointment, though, as I finally set eyes upon the...

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Losing the "believe" part of this is the scariest...

Losing the "believe" part of this is the scariest and worst thing. 

"It was the voice of Lacrimosa, and now William saw him, for the whole of his vision had dyed a..."

"It was the voice of Lacrimosa, and now William saw him, for the whole of his vision had dyed a washed grey, and the face of the illusionist loomed large, massive, far beyond the reality of its time, staring down upon him with black eyes the size of planets."

- The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa, Act III Scene III.

Imagine waking up to a giraffe at the window every morning. Not...

Imagine waking up to a giraffe at the window every morning. Not a bad way to start the day.