Nov 2, 2017
Strings.
Sometimes one stands on the crossroads of several paths that collide with one another. That is nothing new. It is a common occurance.
Blue strands wrapped around his yellowed bones as crimson eyesockets stared at the timelines before him. His skeletal grin set into a relaxed position as he began to pull up the coding screens for each. It all seemed to be in sheer chaos which made him snicker. He was the GOD of the chaos, diving headlong into it wouldnt phase him any. Though this time he thought he might do something different. This time he decided to dive into the realm of codes to see what severs he could repair with his own personal coding.
