Post by harsherburne on Oct 5, 2024 7:09:41 GMT
Har Sherburne wanted to rule the world.
He had ideas in his head. Maddening, risky, ideas, ideas that lead to death and destruction, ideas that would bring war and disease to the entire world, ideas that quite simply...were not peaceful.
He walked off the ship that had taken him to Ocia. He was entirely alone, seemingly lost in a world that didn't need nor want him.
He wore a dark cloak, a cloak that covered his entire body, his face was kept hidden from view, and people seemed afraid of him.
They didn't know his name, but the man looked exactly like a dark spirt.
He seemed to carry a air of fear around him, like you smell death on him. He walked down the port, appearing to know exactly where to go.
I guess when you want to rule the world, you become something more than man.
He had ideas in his head. Maddening, risky, ideas, ideas that lead to death and destruction, ideas that would bring war and disease to the entire world, ideas that quite simply...were not peaceful.
He walked off the ship that had taken him to Ocia. He was entirely alone, seemingly lost in a world that didn't need nor want him.
He wore a dark cloak, a cloak that covered his entire body, his face was kept hidden from view, and people seemed afraid of him.
They didn't know his name, but the man looked exactly like a dark spirt.
He seemed to carry a air of fear around him, like you smell death on him. He walked down the port, appearing to know exactly where to go.
I guess when you want to rule the world, you become something more than man.