The Harvester, Yous're soul is mine... Options

[Mazelure]

This is a little idea that hit me while I was sitting around listening to music and I hope you guys like it. But I must warn you that it is like a play... the characters thoughts will be colored in red, the narrator will be normal white letters... and other people speaking will probaly be in green... anyways enjoy.

The Harvester


As I put my mouth on the skooma pipe and take one more puff I slowly start to feel the effects washing over me. Wave after wave of soothing ecstasy numbs the pain within my right arm, chest, abs, and my legs. To say that I triumphaly defeated the encounter with three storm astronachs would be a lie. I barely came out with my life and a broken body… and I have no doubt that my right arm will never return to it’s proper state.

The broken figure holding the skooma pipe leans against the rock it was sitting next to. He looks up to the sky and a raindrop falls on his face.

It seems that my bad luck never stops… oh well…

The broken figure slowly started to lose its conscience and slowly starts to slip away from this world and into the realm of dreams.

Ha ha ha ha… is this it Milo? Are you can going to just sit back and let the darkness slowly consume you?

Who the hell are you? And if I want to die it’s no business of yours.

That is where you are wrong mortal. I am the great Shegorath… the lord of madness. And you and your pitiful excuse of exsistance belongs to me. Now hush… and enjoy the peace and tranquility as long as you can… it will probably be the last time you can.


Yeah it's a small post but I am multy tasking so it's kinda hard to make it long. Anyways thanks for reading and Kudos.

This post has been edited by Mazelure: Jul 25 2006, 09:43 PM

[Mazelure]

Yes... let it begin! But unfourtuantly the insanity will be more sevierely later on. In the meantime enjoy this bloody update.

The Harvester


“No! Stop!” Milo screams as loud as his lungs allow him but it’s all in vein. His screams echo within himself as if the world was deaf to him. “What the hell are you doing to me Shegorath!?”

I have done nothing… and you should not worry about me but more on what you are going to do… enjoy the show.

Milo’s arm reached for the door and swings it open and starts walking towards the mistress of the inn. He passes through the dark hallway and into the main bar where many of the other daily customers did not pay much attention to the man holding the scythe… well at least not until he butchered the mistress of the inn.

Milo try to scream at the mistress to get out of the way but it was out of his control. He silently watched as how the scythe went up in the air and how the mistress screamed right before it came down slashing her vertically. The blade first cut through her artery vain sending a burst of blood to Milo’s face then the blade cleaved through her shoulder blade and clavicle. After that the blade slowly gutted her sending all of her innards splashing to the floor in it’s own pool of bubbly red blood.

Many of the customers left running out of the bar in a crazed panic but some of the rougher customers unsheathed they’re blades in an instant and descended on Milo.

Milo swinged the mighty scythe and cut down some of the attackers but there were to many and the ones who were not sent to oblivion thrusted they’re blades deep into Milo’s flesh.

Everything fell still for a minute as if time itself stopped. The attackers and Milo seemed to be trapped in a pose. 7 blades and they’re wielders seemed to be the only thing holding up the pierced man up. Blood squirted out of the Milo’s mouth… and one of the attackers noticed the look within his eyes. They were not the eye’s of a heartless creature… it was the eye’s of some one who has lost all… the eyes of someone engulfed in sadness and pain.

The attackers withdrew they’re blades and let the broken and pierced figure fall to the ground.

“I am no ones puppet… no one.” With that said Milo slowly closed his eyes and tried to embrace death.

You are wrong again mortal… and this is not the end of the road for you… the harvest has yet to began!


Thanksss for reading.