Mass Effect: The Last Stand
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As Commander Shepard awaits to be tried by the Alliance Defense Committee -confidential and covert intel on the rumored sentient species known as the Reapers- makes its way into an unsuspecting soldier’s life. While the rest of the human race is oblivious to the 50,000 year old threat, N6 Operative Flynn Silvers faces the first remnants of an ancient myth come to life. The year is 2186, and London will never be the same again...
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Episodes:
Chapter 1: You can't bring back the dead
Mon, 06 Oct 2014 06:00:00 +0000
Truth. Lies. What do we believe?
Both sting likewise; love and hate
The memory burns
Like Sulfric Acid rain
In your sleep...
It's not her smile that lingers
Or a smell - but her name
A cunning wide-grimaced smile
With blood in your mouth
A familiar taste;
Integrated DNA
You can't bring back the dead.
Mon, 06 Oct 2014 07:00:00 +0000
Two soldiers
Two children, Unconscious and unmeasured
A trial and a hero
A system left to dust
The remains of a bruised ego
Who is there to trust?
Stardust
Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust
The wind carries us like dust mites
Our relevance doomed in time
For God's taxes
Tell me... what is real? What is fiction?
What are we in the face of annihilation?
Breathe
Mon, 06 Oct 2014 08:00:00 +0000
Life. Love. Honor. Strife.
Patience. Pain. Dishonor. Pride.
Peace or chaos, you die or you sacrifice.
Boogey man! Oh Boogey man! The Boogey man is here!
Can you - will you make it?
What are you made of if you can't bleed away the fear?
Fight
Fri, 06 Nov 2015 06:00:00 +0000
This is her farewell.
Her, mere mortal, pinned against those lovely lovely bones...
And she didn't think, the dark dirt would feel so... warm
against bruised skin that reeks of uninvited atrophy
that hangs like a mantle, on a wall, in some home..
And she'd like to think of herself so worthy
that maybe she'd live long enough...
To hunt the hunter and hang his head on a wall...
And in that darkness she remembered breath
and solitude's impassive purveyor
But I'm not ready, I'm not ready...
But don't you know lovely human, so certain of your demise
what is death to the dead, but another rising tide?
Wake up...