Difference between revisions of "William Lotorsson"
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The boy discovers the grim truths. Raccoons and people are not the same. And yet the child becomes like one. The alleys become his bed, the trash cans his buffet. We see him, suffering in silence, wrought by regret. We see him become just another statistic, resorting to @+&@?!!!?@8$+ | The boy discovers the grim truths. Raccoons and people are not the same. And yet the child becomes like one. The alleys become his bed, the trash cans his buffet. We see him, suffering in silence, wrought by regret. We see him become just another statistic, resorting to @+&@?!!!?@8$+ | ||
− | Signal Disruption! Mortal instruments scramble our words and break our wings! The boy hides his past with all his might. Not even the wrath of the Eye atop the Pyramid | + | Signal Disruption! Mortal instruments scramble our words and break our wings! The boy hides his past with all his might. Not even the wrath of the Eye atop the Pyramid scares him. |
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+ | The signal restabilizes. The boy has become a man. The first mask is put on. The previous name has been discarded. We see a love, a creative venue, opportunity to improve. We see hope, sweetling. | ||
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+ | And now we impart our wisdom to the man. A second mask approaches, courtesy of the Eye. His life is fed to the flames. A funeral is scheduled. The man slinks away to New York, a blue tie hanging like a noose from his neck. | ||
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