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'''''Violence is the gold standard, The reserve that guarantees order: In actuality, it is better than a gold standard, Because violence has universal value. Violence transcends the quirks of philosophy, religion, technology and culture. It's time to quit worrying and learn to love the battle axe. History teaches us that if we don't, someone else surely will. ~ Jack Donovan, Violence is Golden''''' | '''''Violence is the gold standard, The reserve that guarantees order: In actuality, it is better than a gold standard, Because violence has universal value. Violence transcends the quirks of philosophy, religion, technology and culture. It's time to quit worrying and learn to love the battle axe. History teaches us that if we don't, someone else surely will. ~ Jack Donovan, Violence is Golden''''' | ||
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| + | ''It began as things have been known to in Africa with death, The true keeper of balance in mother nature. Even before I broke free from my egg sac I felt the stirring in my blood. That need to feed upon the world, To devour and to destroy. So it is no wonder that when I broke free from that prison that I quickly found myself devouring my brothers and sisters from my clutch, Their flesh not satiating my hunger enough but merly making me desire for more.. Making me crave the flesh of bigger prey...'' | ||
Revision as of 21:01, 15 March 2014
Violence is the gold standard, The reserve that guarantees order: In actuality, it is better than a gold standard, Because violence has universal value. Violence transcends the quirks of philosophy, religion, technology and culture. It's time to quit worrying and learn to love the battle axe. History teaches us that if we don't, someone else surely will. ~ Jack Donovan, Violence is Golden
The Begining..
It began as things have been known to in Africa with death, The true keeper of balance in mother nature. Even before I broke free from my egg sac I felt the stirring in my blood. That need to feed upon the world, To devour and to destroy. So it is no wonder that when I broke free from that prison that I quickly found myself devouring my brothers and sisters from my clutch, Their flesh not satiating my hunger enough but merly making me desire for more.. Making me crave the flesh of bigger prey...
