I roamed these streets, for days and into nights.With an empty soul tied to the back of the chest and without the bright lights.Every face inside every corner,Glowed with shades that much darker.A streak of light seemed to shine somewhere.Are those the paths “we somehow to be beware?”Craving for darkness in a neon glow,Sometime it is better to get with the flow.The wind...
“To your left, idiot!” came a loud scream.“Whaaat? …where?” “To yourrr left, b*#$#$%@!”Boom! “Oh! Shit”Welcome to the world that is dreaded and soaked with as much blood as the fury and rage that it draws. This is ‘Gaming tournaments’ at its best and above are the typical abuses that can be commonly heard and felt. If you are wondering if those word are...