i've been waiting in the shadows, for just the right moment. we've been tracking and preparing all the traps, killzones and ambushes, underneath the moist dank inter-twining tunnels of sin. and we'll execute first strike at first light. the opposition will drive us back, but we can delay them, and regroup, and counterattack. retreat is only another tactic, losing the skirmish, winning the war. we're out for the long haul. no breathe easy, because it might be your last. enjoy the scent of killing fields, and the sweet musk of decay. it's all around us, and we are hiding in it. we are the mist, we are the wind, we are the shroud. blink, pierce, tinge, darkness.
Thursday, April 29, 2004