I had some trouble yesterday, but everything is now back on schedule.
Tonight I bring to you the first official poem of the Psychosomatic series - The Other Side
It deals with a warped truth that I think many people can relate to and understand.
It also contains two references to a game that I truly enjoyed :'D
I'm sure you can figure them out with EASE xD
ANYWAY, I BRING THE THUMBS:
The Other SideYou've seen it haven't you?
The other side of the coin.
The dark area of the hills beyond.
The truth behind the mask of reality...
Freedom is but an illusion
A simple fantasy given to we who are weak
By those who are strong.
In times of old they held swords and sceptres
Now they wield their words as weapons.
Society is their cage and we the willingly caged.
Thus the world never changed from the ways of the past
And we are merely rats, trapped by the infinite cycle.
Also if you'd like to support me as an artist, please just watch the video once (^_^)/ That's all I ask!
I used a different accent for this video if you noticed and after the voice processing came through it turned out wildly different from my normal reading voice (post modifications and processing). I thought that was quite cool simply from an accent change and it now gives me another option to work with :'D
Now then, onto the usual matters:
As high-lord of the Tal'Darim, I still a first ascendant to assist me...but hopefully without challenging me to Rak'Shir, details below o3o
As I've mentioned in previous journals I still need a slave to assist me in my creative process, info is below as usual :
*Same post as last time*
Right now, I happen to require a fresh slave to assist in my creative process .3. no jokes.
If you are willing to sacrifice your body and soul for my creativity (and if you have cripplingly low self-esteem) then you are welcome to apply.
Come be a slave today!
Human females are preferred but Elves and Dwarves are also welcome. Gnomes, Orcs and Faerlings may be considered.
Just add me on skype (my Skype name is Semshol) and let me know you’d like to help out.
- Your boy, Chennie (Your will is MINE!)