It happened again. Another freak incident due to sudden insanity. Thats what they told us to keep us calm. But in truth it was The Flood. The Flood had caused this. It was a current epidemic in the Omnisphere. Do not get me wrong. the Omnisphere waslike any other normal human environment. In the begining it was supposed to keep us safe from any fatalities that man-kind had promised us. Cancer, Skitzophrenia, Insomnia. But that was all a lie. We were born like this, so we whom already had those diseases had to leave the Omnisphere. Our world. The Natokis Rebels were the rebelion who started The Flood. It was a series of attacks to peoples brai
**~Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And it is not always what it seems Do not only look upon it once, or twice, but many times. Because things are not always as they seem. Not even murder.~**
I walked slowly down a path. The beauty of it all was surreal. The trees swayed in the breeze, fallen leaves gently floating and falling again, my mind felt masochist against this moment. I, for unknown reasons, turned and began to walk toward the tallest tree And climbed it. So lovely this felt, wondering off in this evergreen beauty, searching for any signs of life other than mine, and the presence that I felt. It was cold and dead. This presenc
It happened again. Another freak incident due to sudden insanity. Thats what they told us to keep us calm. But in truth it was The Flood. The Flood had caused this. It was a current epidemic in the Omnisphere. Do not get me wrong. the Omnisphere waslike any other normal human environment. In the begining it was supposed to keep us safe from any fatalities that man-kind had promised us. Cancer, Skitzophrenia, Insomnia. But that was all a lie. We were born like this, so we whom already had those diseases had to leave the Omnisphere. Our world. The Natokis Rebels were the rebelion who started The Flood. It was a series of attacks to peoples brai
**~Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And it is not always what it seems Do not only look upon it once, or twice, but many times. Because things are not always as they seem. Not even murder.~**
I walked slowly down a path. The beauty of it all was surreal. The trees swayed in the breeze, fallen leaves gently floating and falling again, my mind felt masochist against this moment. I, for unknown reasons, turned and began to walk toward the tallest tree And climbed it. So lovely this felt, wondering off in this evergreen beauty, searching for any signs of life other than mine, and the presence that I felt. It was cold and dead. This presenc