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[Penumbra]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdTqPJjmwwo

[Penumbra]

Hurrblublbblb

I don't know who to blame.

Me for having nothing to spend my money on.

Sulvuss for constantly putting me in a scary game mood.

Or who ever made Silent hill for releasing a HD pack of the first 3.

I would prefer it to be on the PC though.

[Fawkes]

*stands from my corner with a gentle sigh and a flexing of my luxurious wings*

Such a funny state our kingdom finds itself in.

Such a funny form it has evolved into over the past month or two.

*slowly, graciously walks through the desolate wasteland that the Kingdom has become after the days events*

*the husks of charred trees, piles of ash, and shattered tea cups liter the landscape*

*the grand feasting table sits broken in two down its middle, its chairs and adornments all charred and shattered*

And today was the grand showing that brought that evolution into mine eyes with the violent force of a fireworks display.

Today was a battle to be remembered.

Perhaps not on the scale of the Second Great War.

But it was certainly something to behold.

Something to be remembered.

Seven nations.

Each and every one fresh and unique.

Almost all of them... new. Fresh. Young.

Chaotic.

It will be written into the histories.

*kneels down beside a pile of smoldering ash*

*blows on it slowly, the ash flying up into the air like bits of stardust as the pile is gusted away bit by bit*

*underneath it all sits a mushroom, vibrantly, violently violet, growing into existence at a rapid pace*

History repeats itself, is what they say.

And I am inclined to believe.

For once before, LPW was called home to such a large variety of nations.

Many, many moons ago.

About 1,700 pages, to be precise.

In the absence of Fawkes... the Madmen run wild and free.

They take the fire they are gifted... and they try to burn down all the world, laughing and giggling all the while.

*stands back up, flexing my wings once more as the Kingdom shifts and vibrates*

*the husks of the trees shiver, shedding layers of blackened ash to reveal fresh bark*

*the tips of vibrant green grass stabs its way up through the floor of ash*

*the broken tea cups piece themselves back together*

But Fawkes is never absent.

Not really.

Like the Kingdom which he forged from the embers of a dying sun empire...

He is eternal. Forever. Always.

Watching.

Waiting.

Grinning~

*branches covered in the leaves of a thousand different colors explode out of the trees of the forest, fresh and vibrant*

*the stalks of a hundred massively monstrous mushrooms shoot up towards the heavens, their spores raining down like shooting stars, blotting out the sun*

*the waters of The Font gush forth with the might of a waterfall, echoing throughout the living, breathing glade*

So the glade is now home to seven nations.

Seven countries, all with their own agenda's.

Seven pretty little minds.

Eyes aflutter with visions of grandeur.

Hearts a pounding with excitement and adventure.

So unique and beautiful and wild and free!

For the moment, at least.

*with a heavy creaking of wood and an other-worldly groan, the feasting table pulls itself back together with a searing hiss*

*the char and ash melts away, revealing the black, twisted polish of Dementia and the vibrant, psychedelic hues of Mania*

*the adornments of the table; platters of crumpets, towers of eclairs, houses of muffins, cities of gingerbread men, brigades of teapots, families of tea cups, bowls of sugar and troupes of silver instruments all dance back into life, hissing and sputtering and gigging and screaming at the tops of their lungs*

But the cycle continues.

History marches on.

Forever. Endlessly.

Unstoppably.

What ended the reign of free empires so very long ago, one might venture to ask?

A Madgod.

Who instigated the great war, so very much like the war we witnessed today, that proceeded the rise of the Kingdom?

A lunatic.

And what remained after the dust had settled?

*smiles a smile that goes on for miles*

A hatter~

*with a whoosh like the sound of artillery fire followed by shrieks and tortured moans, the grand torch of Dementia is lit*

*with a whoosh like the sound of artillery fire followed by giggles and howls of laughter, the grand torch of Mania is lit*

And so too now, does the hatter remain, my dear little ponies.

My commanders.

My demons.

My princesses and my lovers.

My twisted minds and beautiful hearts.

My Madmen.

Fawkes is for ALL of you.

Now and forever.

As he always has been.

Because...

Simply put...

Now, as always has been and as always will be...

*seats myself at the head of the tea table, upon a softly purring throne*

*places mine top hat upon my previously tophatless head*

*with a Cheshire smile planted upon my lips I sip daintily from a cup of giggling purple tea*

Fawkes Reigns~

[Penumbra]

*Slumps down with a crack of the bones onto chair

.....

* Listens to silence.

You know, I never learnt anything from the people who made sense. they're too easily forgotten.

Its the mad mumbles of men which stay with you.

There unique out look on life impact has a tendency to linger inside you and a birth something new.

*Bushes rustle

...

* Cat pops out and jumps onto lap

Or something old and forgotten.

*Pats cat

With time, our wisdom has gotten the better of us.

No more will we spurt into song and dance merry jigs.

Too many "positive influences'

Penumbra dropped his positive influences.

And look what happens to him.

Ha ha ha

You can blame or pat yourself on the back, because it was all of you that created me.

Some more that others.

*Puts cat to side and jumps on table.

There's one problem with this table Fawkes.

...

...

Everything's too neat.

*Grabs Fawkes and dances, knocking everything over.

This world created us Fawkes. We are an idea.

Lets make sure we're NEVER forgotten.

ha ha HA HA HA HA

[SilverSwirl]

*watches the dance with a smile*

*kneels before them*

Your humble servant is ready.

[Angie Cakes]

*limps in many hours after all the cool stuff went down*

D:

Chat, please stay down. At least long enough for me to experience old LPW again )':

Is it still down?

[SilverSwirl]

Hi Angie!

[Angie Cakes]

Hi SS. I assume you're still on an iPod and that's why you didn't answer me

[Davroth]

As far as I know, it's getting a mayor overhaul, improving it and stuff. I don't know details.

Anyway, wars used to be more fun before everyone had a god complex.

[Angie Cakes]

mm yesh

Even Angie is starting to develop one, although so far I can pretty much only do huge flips and shiz :^l

[Angie Cakes]

And I only use it against conor

[SilverSwirl]

You are right Angie, I developed that because of my videogame consumption.

[Frosty]

Hello Angie, how are you?

[SilverSwirl]

Hi Frosty

[Sulvuss]

As far as I know, it's getting a mayor overhaul, improving it and stuff. I don't know details.

Anyway, wars used to be more fun before everyone had a god complex.

I have fun just by being with you guys.

[SilverSwirl]

Hi Sulvus

[Frosty]

Hello Silver

*starts floating off the ground, like there no gravity*

...curses..

[Angie Cakes]

Hi frosty :3

I'm heading down for my cold waffle breakfast

[Sulvuss]

Hi Sulvus

Hey, Silva

[SilverSwirl]

My shirt is gonna be here in a few hours!!!

[Angie Cakes]

They have chocolate doughnuts today :'D

[Frosty]

Hi frosty :3

I'm heading down for my cold waffle breakfast

*tries to float over to Angie*

Can I have a waffle?

[Angie Cakes]

*flings waffle from New York to Australia*

[Frosty]

*catches in mid air but the sudden impact made him fly across backwards, nomming on the waffle*

Yay~ I got waffle but now I'm floating away!

[SilverSwirl]

*gets hit by a waffle*

What is this I don't even....