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Presenting – ADR1FT
A Playthrough Of A Severely Unappreciated Game In this video series I cover the game ADR1FT, titled as such because it takes place aboard a recently wrecked space vessel. To avoid spoilers I will say no more. Please enjoy.
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Why Atheism Will Always Be Unpopular, But Never Dead.
In order to understand the state that modern atheism has found itself in, we must first understand its most prominent promoters. This series will be a 14 part mini-series published twice daily, in order to fully grasp the vastness of the topic, which, even at that pace, I will only be able to cover somewhat…
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Like trading drugs?
look no further than my playthrough of GTA ChinaTown Wars for all your info on how to trade and exploit the drug market for max profit
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New Beginnings
If you have seen the blog/ website recently you will have noticed a complete site overhaul, this follows my publication and subsequent removal of my short story which will be re-released upon further work, look out for that. In other news certain pages have been updated, just look below this text to find a page…
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The Origin Of Love?
The ‘ Origin Of Love?’ – Ah why That cruel question ask of me When thou may’st read in many an eye He starts to life on seeing thee? And should’st thou seek his end to know My Heart Forebodes, my fears foresee He’ll linger long in silent woe But live – until I cease…
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Remember Thee! Remember Thee!
Remember thee! Remember thee! Till Lethe quench life’s burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee And haunt thee like a feverish dream! Remember thee! Ay, doubt it not. Thy husband too shall think of thee! By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!
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Rubaiyat #25
Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust Like Foolish Prophets forth; their words to Scorn Are scatter’d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
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Rubaiyat #26
Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise To Talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies One thing is certain; and the Rest is Lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
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Oscar Of Alva – A Fallen Hero?
And when that gale is fierce and high A sound is heard in yonder hall It rises hoarsely through the sky And vibrates o’er the mould’ring wall. Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs, It shakes the shield of Oscar brave But there no more his banners rise, No more his plumes of sable wave.
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Oscar Of Alva – Origins
Faded is Alva’s noble race, And gray her towers are seen afar No more her heroes urge the chase, Or roll the crimson tide of war. But who was last of Alva’s clan? Why grows moss on Alva’s stone? Her towers resound no steps of man, They echo to the gale alone.
THE NECROMANCER 