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  “The Stitchings and the Mad Escort” by Jarod Warren based on Blizzard's World of Warcraft      "I swear, by the Banshee-Queen herself, " the harsh whisper spat through yellow, gritted teeth. "If you ask me one more time how much longer, so help me Thrall, I will feed you to Nerub'enkan myself!" The young Orc's mouth pursed shut at this sudden admonition from the escort. His twin brother quickly followed suit as the Undead Warrior's ...

BLACKOUT QUOTE APPEARS: "THERE ARE NO FACTS, ONLY INTERPRETATIONS." --Nietzsche FADE TO BLACK FADE IN TITLE: SLIP/ROAD FADE OUT TITLE FADE IN SCENE EXT. DESERTED STRETCH OF HIGHWAY-DAY Scene opens with a shot of an open highway, the tell-tale waves of heat distorting the horizon. The air is still and nothing moves along the side of the road. After a moment, the stillness is broken by the sound of a car as it barrels its way down the highway into the heat of the day. The vehicle, an older mode...

Baleful, waning, cold, Light proposing to the hunt, Lust for the smell, Fear driving survival paced. Dusty, thudding, beats, Glittering oculars, winking, Tapered and wet, choking On the speed, damp, hot paced. Smooth darkness, bending Fluxing with rhythm, pain, Agony in missing, ecstasy of capture, Stalks of eager anticipation, paced. Circling eternal, all species about Brooding on the daze, The pain, the pleasure, the chase, Hope, despair, tangling webs, paced. Warm flowings over buds, Ocula...

Damp, tarry wafts lazily trail, Blue and innocent against this fiery backdrop. A smoldering, ashy heart winks silently, It's knowledge succulent, yet deadly accurate. Yearning to know so simply, so uncompromising I scream to discover truths, locked away Within the darkened hollows of soul, mind, Guarded by umbrous sentinels, Steel gazes empty, fearful, terrifying. Torn between two knowns, swayed within, Life become the teetering hourglass, Sands parting to an indeterminable choice, Slipping, ...

It was with a single stroke, A batting lash, Life's fires He did stoke. Dust-enchanted air sought, Ecstasies and Agonies in life, Unsundered flesh and blood was wrought. With body, with mind, with all entwined, We broke Our backs, Our necks, For Our Ground was much unkind. Black leavings of doubt and shame, Give rise to leavings, Of Hate and Blame. The Weaker We were created, But in the Mind, We saw the greater, Our thirst for Lives not Ours unsated. We strove through Our dawns, Through Our t...