Thundertaker

Ain't no Grave gonna HoLd my Body down. The earthy Dirt-smell's a real Clinger though. Been 6 feet under for AwHiLe, now just trying to Find my feet, at Least 2 of those. But the Memories remain, Wherever I may Roam, and Nothing else Matters. Maybe there's Redemption, for this IsLaNd, for MySeLf. Until then I Wander, and I Wonder...

Past Life Memorissues of Being some kinda High and Mighty Native Magicman, but then in the New Age Demographic, who doesn't? Still there's Gotta be Something to these Ever increasing Mystical abilities, a Scientific explanation. Walking that Fine Line between the Land of the Living and That of the Dead. Understanding All of Both and None of Neither.

Would Appear to be Wearing: red contact lenses, a black leather cap, a spiky leather collar, a dark purple string vest, a stud-covered leather jacket, a dark blue greatcoat, a pair of studded leather trousers and a pair of black platform boots, from a Distance, Close enough for Government Surveying as they Say. Otherwise nope, Too close.

Zombies! Zombified. Can there be Anything worse, than Living just to Die? There Is. Dying just to Live. You may Think yourselves Protected on this Tiny island Fiefdom, but Not from Apt Metaphor. We All must die sometime. Even the Zombies must Finally collapse, but Until they do I'll Be there, Shovel and Axe at the Ready to Do what it Seems I Came here to do?

Your Villages and Settlements, Kingdoms and Colonies, are All but Empty and Dusty, Overgrown from Abandonment and Neglect. Your People but a Few tired Stragglers, Eking out a flickering Presence, Candles outside in Winter Night. You are Dying, Shartak, your Passage both Painful and Awkward. I Promise to Bury you with the Utmost Due Repects. R.I.P.!

I have been a Year here, I've seen Hopes, I've seen Fear, Both small. You Hoped for Tinier boons from your Skygods, you Feared Less and Less, you've become Complacent. I see No cause to Fight, and No Causes to fight For. Where's the fire? I feel like I'm pushing over Dead Trees. You'd stamp Out and Ruin all that was New and Lively, now you're fading out like the light of dead stars. It's just taking a few light years to occur to you.