
01-26-2008, 01:51 PM
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no gods or kings, only man
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Re: Farewells. (For all those who wish to join.)
Death comes fast.
Like an asteroid screaming through the sky, like a train hurtling past the station...
It comes.
Ejnar bowed his head and looked up to the sky, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He would always get like this when experiencing death; it was never a thing he liked to experience, but who does? No tears came, he spoke no words; he merely stayed silent, thinking, contemplating.
He could be next, who knows? Death rolls the dice, death holds the stakes. You never know.
Goodbye, Johnny.
OoC: My post isn't long, I didn't know Duke; this is my tribute.
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