Post by TAC Admin on Jul 16, 2008 17:56:36 GMT -5
[/i][/center][/size][/blockquote]&&where is the t i m e?
Cut down the mediocrity of this world, cut down the players and fake slayers. I wanna see blood. Take us away in a white jacket, inject cyanide into my veins, but forever will insanity reign. The screaming voices will never subside, leaving me to cry alone at night. Only when I stop to think about it, do I realize that this world is full of lies. Screw you all, fuck you all, to hell we shall go, falling down a broken rainbow. Darkness clouds around my senses, making me forget who I really am, making me forget what I really do. Death, destruction, anarchy, monarchy, communism. There's no difference, they all hold the cards, leaving us left, we're all just here to discard. I hate life, I hate you, I hate them. We hate them all, they sent us to be condemned. Damn them, slash them burn them, turn them around, humiliate them in front of the whole town. Slash them burn them, recruit their little ones, off to face a war with out a sun. Where has time gone, where does it end? Will we be left to fend for our selves? Will our government forget who we are? Like a falcon and a falconer, unable to hear their call. Circling and circling in the widening gyre, we are lost, we are gone, no more. What beast at this wicked hour slouches towards the holy lands, off to be born? Does he hold the mark of the cursed, are we doomed, where will it lurk? Am I done now, how will it go? Oh my dear hero, why did you go? If it's the love of a hero, then I'm not gonna stand here and wait, watch me climb on to the wings of an eagle, watch as I fly away into the abyss, falling and falling, the mere ceremony of innocence is drowned, worst lack all conviction, the good go down. Oh and I'll cling to you as you say you have to go, I'll cry and watch as you march away. A single beat plays upon the wind, a single leaf falls from the tree, mourning the long lost hero, oh where did we go wrong? Oh were do we go from here? Electric shocks to the bones, electric shocks to the heart, oh no. Why am I here, where are you now? I'm no longer able to hear a single sound. The insanity takes over, the good all gone, blamed for things that never should have happened. Buried deep under the earth, I search for right, and bury the wrong. But oh how hard my mission is. Never able to understand a single thing. A master emerges from the shadows, his time has come, across the world from where he shall come. Demanding love, demanding hate, watch as he prepares to obliterate. Stopping time, starting crimes, killing the good, praising the evil. Time has come, but it will go, oh where are you, our wonderful hero?
In every story read, in every little head, good always won. But what if a war broke out, and covered the sun? Wings of time crumbled and broke down, and the clocks refused to work. Britain, a world known for its magical tributes had its own problems at the time. Who would have gone across the world to stop the horrible crimes? Death sought light, and light found death. His followers simply called ‘them’. Who would have dared speak of them at the dead of the night? Who would have faced them, who wouldn’t have died of fright? With no natural born savoir to save them, they went into despair, the government promised happiness and that justice will always be there. But not in this instant, and on that faithful day, the ravens came and blew them all away. Their wings of horror cloaked the sun, killing the good, laying the path for the evil exalted one. Fear settled down, clocks refused to work, who knew how long they were under the spell, the only time they were able to tell, was at the simple ringing of a bell. One to wake up, one to go to sleep, and each night, children laid down their pretty heads, and prayed the lord their soul to keep until the morning bell. But who would have saved them in their desperate hell? No one. Then, a rumor stopped the bell. The evil one left, they came out of their homes, looking for the ruler, nothing was to be found, just an empty town. Who took him away, who would have lead him astray? Was he gone for good? Heaven’s no. The rumor was simply that a portal was in Britain, and His mission? To get the time turners back. Time turners…oh how they were wonderful, once used by the ministry to juggle their heavy schedule. But on that faithful night, they were all destroyed, save for one, but where might it be? No one knows, not even me. Clocks do work, and in a strange way. We program our lives to the sun, praying it never gets blocked out. But what happens when there is no more fun, when the sun is inked out by a terrible storm of wings? Who will save us now, who will fight in the ring? A hero has not been named, who will make him pay down in hell for his hand maimed host? Who will make him burn, who will make him roast? No one. No one has been named, fear for your life, or for what little remains. Good no longer lives, all is gone. I fear this is the end. How can those over seventeen not see the unseen? Is their innocence and belief in what is wrong gone? How can it be defeated? A spy planted in Hogwarts, searching for what is lost. Will he find the only remaining time turner? It is time for the Slytherins to show their true colors, which side will they stand on, good or bad? Those who survive, will really be the brave, those who die, will be honored as they go to their grave. Why does the worker of clocks need to eliminate the un-pure, when he can make them his slaves? It is not purity that he seeks, but for total control of time, there is only so much one can do. I know what side I’m on, but do you?
In other words:
17 years ago, when the war was being fought between Voldemort and Harry,
a different evil was taking over in America.
They had allies at first, Canada and Mexico.
But when they saw who would win, they pulled out.
For the first time, evil prevailed over good.
Who rules America now? A fearsome leader named Clockwork.
Then rumors came to him about a time portal in the department of mysteries in Britain.
Eager to get control of time, he left.
He has followers, but they're simply known as 'them'.
A spy is planted at Hogwarts as Head Master/Mistress.
His/Her job? Search for the last remaining time turner.
Clockwork does not seek to destroy the impure, but rule the world.
A fellow student at Hogwarts begins to rally the Slytherins and any other student he/she can.
While a Gryffindor tries to get the others to fight for good.
Now, your choice is,
good or bad?
Who will win in this faerie tale?
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