
Chronicles of Evo - Innocent Falls Part 1Chronicals of Evo, Arc 1.Chronicles of Evo - Innocent Falls Part 1 by ~zimsniper
The Innocent Falls Incident, Part 1.
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Welcome to Evo, a land of amazing creatures and people. Full of men and their stories, today I will be taking you on a journey into one such story. Sit back, relax, and remember...Nothing is what it seems.
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A group of men sat around a large table, a simple dangling light bulb providing a way to see for all of them. They were a rough looking sort, with heavy coats and guns strewn about them. A map rested on the table, with many red lines and circles drawn onto it. They spoke of things meant to be said in places like this. The group of men spoke of a revolution, of free

Cross-breedA crossbreed is what I amCross-breed by ~zimsniper
I am not a beast or man.
Angels and demons are not my kin,
I'm a being niether of virtue or sin.
It's a wasteland that we roam.
A dark cave is what we call home.
Where as ideals of hope and joy have died,
we have made them ours to use and thrive.
It is not we that slew man.
That was done by a much darker hand.
Look to our flesh if it's a monster you seek,
you'll find no such thing undernieth.
We too are children of Eve,
The same who Abel and Cane were also convieved.
Our father is change, industry, hate.
We are what your carelessness creates.
We live in a world that of life you deprived.
In this hell we've found out how to survive.
You are us, and we are thee.
We are the children which on damnation you set free.

DevourDead eyes stare into mine,Devour by ~zimsniper
They are not sick, or unkind.
My flesh is what he craves,
Their soul purpose for rising from the grave.
The teeth sink in,
in a flesh a remember all my sin.
When he rises, having had his fill,
I suddenly know why I've been killed
As I change, I clearly see,
We humans are a plague not meant to be.
The hunger comes, demanding me,
To find more of the blind and set them free.
I lay for some time, then my metamorphis is complete.
The death rattle sounds, my hearts gives it's last beat.
My body rises to it's feet,
and I know, we are the ones to inharit the earth, the meek.
I shuffle along,
The hunger makes me solid and strong.
Even seeing the horrors around,
my mind is is sure and strong.
Finally I see my prey,
I approach, their end of days.
All I wish to do is devour,
they begin to cry, they know this was their final hour.
I take the struggling arms in mine,
The are busy, calling out to God for more time.
They had the righ
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