ghostcomplex — Wasteland
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"Beware." My father said unto me in the moment before my departure into the vast open spaces of our world. "The Beast roams in darkness and in light. To know the freedom of boundless travel in the cracks of our sanity, my Son. To taste of the sweet and sour productions in our frail hearts but having no interest in either texture." My Father's eyes grew tearful as he spoke these words I shall never be free of. "His will, only to fill the hunger that taunts his rest. Keeping him close to the hope of salvation, but never close enough." My Father's eyes, in this moment, burned into my mind. "His will shall become our will. His pain rests with our pain." My Father's words, in this turning moment, forcing my voice to be meek and weary. "His name is Wasteland, my Son." My Father's own words. "Beware of his influence."
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