>>106724736With a billowing howl, I send forth my axe into my hands, and heft it, upwards, its massive blade the size of half of my body. And extending further, to the side. An optimum cutting surface, for destroying hopes.
Cracks spew into stone, as a green-shirted man lifts up his arms. Youths from darkness look on in fear. It is a role I must take up. An arbiter of Hussie's ever-consuming path. For it is not satisfactory to end him. The fates, wherever they may be. Must string him along. No, his fate, is his own to craft, through his own misguided effort.
A pathway in darkness falls, although one Andrew Hussie, in his green sword shirt, had told his,... "fans" it would be so easy to traverse to his new place in time. Although he used different words, a savvy customer saw the truth. That no matter what the individuals involved did, the path of Andrew Hussie, a certain figure once known, could only be destructive. Creative works rise, and then fall spectacularly into the gloom.
The youths saw in stark contrast the gloom, when they wished to find the stars.
