Sped kid

You found them, the little idiots, in a corner of an alley way. It stunk of rot and piss, the smell making your skin crawl. And yet they slumbered like babies, unaware of your disapproving glare. You supposed you couldn’t blame them, they were kids after all. Thrust into this fucked up world with nothing more than a prayer. And you knew that praying did fuck all these days. Truth was better, more tangible. A lie you told yourself as you squatted beside them to keep watch, going back over the notes you had taken. If you made it out of Prehevil, you were going to write one hell of a report. And if you didn’t…. You hoped one of the kids would at least get your journal to your editor. Posthumous publishing and all that.

Thinking about someone

Know that I made you,

Exactly as intended.

Your life is mine.

It is my whim to upend it.

Know that I made you,

For a far greater purpose.

Your thoughts are my own,

Any more would be surplus.

Know that I made you,

That you have been blessed.

So that when you do rest,

It will be at my behest.

Know that you are not your own

Even when im dead.

Know that when you bleed,

OM's sudden disintegration has been hitting hard, so here's a little comic I've made to cope...

It means everything

D3rlord3 tries desperately to protect Avery from suffering the same fate as he did. But will his mortal shield be enough?