

Conscripted World Pt. IPrologue Locked Doors Korea, 1950Conscripted World Pt. I
Under a rock, jutting outwards and upwards from the ground over a patch of grassless earth, Cephas Wilson twitched as he regained consciousness. Looking out over the harsh, mountainous terrain of the Korean countryside he remembered a time when the few seconds between leaving the shallow state of sleep inhabited before wake and the moment the realisation of where he was were blissful ignorance. Now he felt no such comfort when waking, as he had become used to the conditions: the smell of drying blood and masculine perspiration around him; the sounds of explosions, ricochets and scre


Writing on DrukqsOnce upon a tyme there were three bears: daddy bear, mummy bear – the reverse of popped ears: if the ears popped independent of changes in air pressure, making their own sound as they suddenly pushed the air away from them in the topsy-turvy reversestate of reality.Writing on Drukqs
but weddingmarch of the future takes a not-ominous turn, but a more contemplative one that is triumphant and fanfareial as it should be, but also realistic and rational. For this, it is more appropriate and not overpomped (pompous) as Handel’s.
Bleep.
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Dont worry. I'm not as scary as i seem
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