* // THE BLACKEST YEARS ! }

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the blackest years,
HOME OF A POST-SEASON FIVE SUPERNATURAL ROLE PLAY.
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welcome to the fight for existence,
NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS, & AND EVERYTHING IS WHAT IT ISN'T.
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The war is over and done with, left like stale coffee in the haste of a productive afternoon. It took with it two scholar's to its cause, men among giants, those that gave everything that they had to redeem not only themselves but all of us. Most were unknowing to its plight. They lived life in constant naivety and went to work, shopped, ate and procreate assuming that the very next day they'd wake would be just as similar to the twenty four hours before. They were wrong. The world had been digressing and now it’s unraveling and unfurling like a red carpet rolled out for the dead; the massacre left nothing but trauma in its wake.

when uncertainty is like flies to honey,
WHAT ROLE WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO PLAY?
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Still-- among the ordained simplicity in the common lives, there lurk halfhearted heroes. People that wake up to fight the decay and answer the beckoning as if the trumpets rang to them like sirens from eternity. Their job is an inevitable beaten path to destruction. By choosing this life they sabotage themselves and those that know nothing else very rarely return back to the normality they want, had, or crave.

because what you decide now...
CHOOSES THE HAND OF FATE YOU'LL BE DEALT.
NO SECOND CHANCES. NO REGRETS. NO RUNNING.
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The earth is singing a hymn of misery as she's slowly lost to the sheath of darkness that had swallowed Kansas. It spreads over her byways and highways, across her sculpted land. Now, there are beasts that lurk in the shadows, monsters that plague your dreams, animals that live only for the hunt. They’re there. They’re real. They’re no longer fictitious fallacies made up to entertain the minds of juveniles. They’re not kind, they won’t love you, their methods and intent rely solely on the kill. The remarkable truth of human nature is that our destinies were to pillage and pilfer what had been gifted to us. It started in the Garden of Eden and evolved into holocausts and religious bias. The world aches for a safe haven, it bleeds for a chance to be renewed- the lines to the story have been long since written; long since published. It’s up to us to provide the sequel.

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