The last post

The nether world seemed to favour my scheme of world destruction. The evil, exasperation and desparate crave of destruction and demolition lurking in the depths of the essence of my being, supressed for a decade under the stalwart might of the holy influence cast upon my enduring body by the charisma and uprightness of the clergy of Minova Church and the divine inspiration of Jesus, had resurfaced, errupting through the barriers of sanity and stability, disregardin all norms of science, philosophy and spirituality.

Hundreds of miles away, lay a village, a person who could spot a trace of life in this spooky erie "village" would be awarded the highest recognition of the land...BUT...underground, way deep underground, was an organisation, a commemoration of the most noble souls of the mortal world, a secret society dedicated to solemn vow to make the world as innocuous of evil and danger as possible.They could sense, due to the strength of my envy, through their complex systems the prognostication of the untold misery about to haunt the world.

It was about to begin, the battle of the millenium, both the armies prepared to shed blood in the most bloody confrontation the world, so unaware and blissfully ignorant of its own future, would hardly catch a glimpse of before being destroyed.Yes, the world will be destroyed, I was convinced!!MUHAAHAHAHA!!......

Although my frnd is convinced on such.................

The faction calls itself "bloodshed" for obvious reasons , andin all limits and bounds is still planning , contemplating and , seeking vengence against the creator. Simon.

It all began , before even time existed , before dimensions existed and before bounds extended. One man had ultimate power , power beyond human comprehension , and will to create.
Simon , was a seemingly normal , what we'd call as innocent , yong mind , until time decided to present fate to him. Simon was not human as we know of.He was beyond limitations of human , he was SIMON. The fates in their shrouded strides however had plans for him.Plans that concerned life , in true sense of metabolism as we come to know of it.

It has been ages since any work of fiction or faction appeared on this associative linkage . Never in all bounds of the unending thins of time had i realized that every successful individual had brains , that went into the working of his very soul , as opposed to the classical sense of a womens hand.

The thoughts that follow are in o stretches of imagination even subtly associated with the thought that i just expressed.

Then again what is the universe but an intricate lore of subtle and sub subtle learning that emanates every ounce of knowledge unto the same common base.

Let us review the PAINS and PLEASURES of having a room mate with this ever so short story:

"Why is it that whenever a sense of anguish , sorrow or fear pervades nature seemingly projects upon itself storms and thunder . And whenever the character of a story are dull so is the weather, like the weather is so passionate towards every individual soul that it has to satisfy the hungry moods of the mundane.

But my story is different , the sky seemed to rip open itself and unleash terror unto no limits controllable and beyond the strength to face it.The multi faceted sun which seems ever to infuse being into the lingering thoughts seemed to have left for its usually nap , but a little earlier and dogs barked and barked beyond the limits of barking. But i was still happy because it was my birthday and my room mate , had conveniently remembered it and brought pleasantries for me.

And then ............................
Well lets tackle that a little later shall we