Srsly thou.

Ok. Let’s begin on Monday. Engineering exam. LOLOLOLOL. Spent the morning revising with Nic over steam. Did you know that reflective light thingies are made from Scotchlight? Anyway, it didn’t matter, they didn’t come up on the exam. I did.. as I expected. Neither bad, nor hilariously bad, just.. quite bad. Who cares, it’s engineering.

Tuesday was uneventful. I went to Seb’s, picked up “stuff” and had some of his cake – which tasted great – and was gone within 5 minutes. ThxSeb <3.

Today is wednesday. Spent an hour revising with Sean (we did a past paper together) for the physics exam. I found it the hardest out of all 3. Or at least the worst. I think hard is the wrong word. So yeh. Came home pretty much immediately to do some history revision. :(. Still, did you know, in some areas during the boer war 69% of the men who volunteered to join the army were unfit? They were badly fed because of poverty. I’m gonna ace history tomorrow. (:

I shall leave you with an introduction to .. something .. written by myself. So please, flame all you want.

“Speak softly, for there are unbound loyalists everywhere.” spoke the impressively robed man. His eyes were green. Odd that. My eyes were green too. Don’t see many people with green eyes these days. Nope. Not for any reason imparticular, that was just how it was. How it was. Yes. That could be used to describe so many things in the world in which we find ourselves now living. I can’t remember how we got here. It’s just here.

I hesitate to use the word dystopia (or any variation) but as cliché as it is, I admit that it is the simplest way to explain our existence. We are the purpose of the dystopia. To ensure our lives exist. Thus, because our lives exist, the dystopia has purpose and so continues to exist. Sometimes I wonder if we all dissolved, would the world continue to go on? I like to think that it would inwardly collapse in a catacylstic event. Though, we’d all be gone so we wouldn’t know..

Anyway, this man. We were just walking together. Or rather, I was walking and he was walking and we happened to be near each other. Nobody is together anymore. The coalition stopped that. He’s tall, broad shouldered and carries himself with an elegance not often seen. I question, what does he mean by unbound loyalists? How can a loyalist be unbound? It defies itself. I like the term though. Perhaps I will discover it’s true meaning later. We carry on walking. I don’t know what his destination is, but I am heading towards the city of Egantur. Silently known as the Bastion Of Bastards. It’s the centrepoint of the coalition, everything stems from this city. Everything can be traced back to Egantur. Though, of course, nothing could be traced.

His clothes speak of a harsh upbringing, but also tell of a grim determination. It’s as though he believes he is the centre of everything. Maybe he is. Time will tell. He has no visible scars, but the deepest wounds are often invisible. His voice carried an accent I haven’t heard for some time, and never truly expected to again. His hands were smooth, totally out of character. As we walked, one of us would overtake the other and then be overtaken in revenge. It continued like this, silent, for however long it continued.

^_^

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