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The World of Darkness
Each day, millions of people wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, come home, watch Tv, take dinner and then go to sleep. Every day between the hours of eight and nine AM and five and six PM the roads of Britain jam with traffic and the public transport becomes clogged with people. Sometimes these people go to the shops in their cars, or they go away for a holiday.
On the continent a similar pattern is repeated, the times of day change, the roads are not as clogged, but the pattern is there all the same. In fact, for the world over this is true. Wake, work, sleep. Some work in fields growing crops for their family, or for pennies a day. Some work in skyscrapers, huge glass monoliths earning thousands of pounds for crunching numbers. Some earn millions just for being seen. But they all wake in the morning, work and go to bed at night, laying safe in their beds, forgetting all the monsters that scared them when they where children.
The world sleeps at night. It lays down its collective head and slumbers, awaiting the morrow when the pattern may be repeated again. But as the world falls asleep, a new world wakes. This pattern, this rhythm, and the safety it implies…
It’s all a lie.
As the night falls, the new world rises. And its denizens wake with it. Packs of monsters, which wear human skin, follow human mannerisms and speak in human tongues, stalk the streets, seeking their next victims. But they are utterly alien to the world of the day. Other, vile, unspeakable creatures also awaken and take to the world seeking their fortunes. The monsters the world of the day would rather forget prowl the night, the dark, dingy corners become darker. The abandoned house looms, lording over the land around it. The wing of ravens, groping at graves of the dead take on a new, sinister look in their eyes. There’s always something watching you in the world of the night, when the sun’s watchful eye is no longer looking.
The other world has awoken.
This is the world of darkness. Get to work my friend, rush hour’s already begun…
Each day, millions of people wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work, come home, watch Tv, take dinner and then go to sleep. Every day between the hours of eight and nine AM and five and six PM the roads of Britain jam with traffic and the public transport becomes clogged with people. Sometimes these people go to the shops in their cars, or they go away for a holiday.
On the continent a similar pattern is repeated, the times of day change, the roads are not as clogged, but the pattern is there all the same. In fact, for the world over this is true. Wake, work, sleep. Some work in fields growing crops for their family, or for pennies a day. Some work in skyscrapers, huge glass monoliths earning thousands of pounds for crunching numbers. Some earn millions just for being seen. But they all wake in the morning, work and go to bed at night, laying safe in their beds, forgetting all the monsters that scared them when they where children.
The world sleeps at night. It lays down its collective head and slumbers, awaiting the morrow when the pattern may be repeated again. But as the world falls asleep, a new world wakes. This pattern, this rhythm, and the safety it implies…
It’s all a lie.
As the night falls, the new world rises. And its denizens wake with it. Packs of monsters, which wear human skin, follow human mannerisms and speak in human tongues, stalk the streets, seeking their next victims. But they are utterly alien to the world of the day. Other, vile, unspeakable creatures also awaken and take to the world seeking their fortunes. The monsters the world of the day would rather forget prowl the night, the dark, dingy corners become darker. The abandoned house looms, lording over the land around it. The wing of ravens, groping at graves of the dead take on a new, sinister look in their eyes. There’s always something watching you in the world of the night, when the sun’s watchful eye is no longer looking.
The other world has awoken.
This is the world of darkness. Get to work my friend, rush hour’s already begun…
Annons
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wargaz
Fri 8 Apr 2011 08:21
Naaaw, did I scare u poor thing? ´n you've yet to see my true face... *moahahahaha*
wargaz
Tue 5 Apr 2011 17:38
Japp, den (näst) bästa delen av klassfesten var just deeptalket, så det är något jag gillar med. ^^
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