astaroth777

Fearful indeed the suspicion-but more fearful the doom! It may be asserted, without hesitation, that no event is so terribly well adapted to inspire the supremeness of bodily and of mental distress, as is burial before death. The unendurable oppression of the lungs- the stifling fumes from the damp earth-the clinging to the death garments-the rigid embrace of the narrow house-the blackness of the absolute Night-the silence like a sea that overwhelms-the unseen but palpable presence of the Conqueror Worm-these things, with the thoughts of the air and grass above, with memory of dear friends who would fly to save us if but informed of our fate,

I typed in my URL bar, S-T-A-R went down and selected, not feeling expectant but alas Starcraft.org, infested my screen like the borg Resistance was futile, I must admit For only an idiot would not submit So I made an account anew, for the sake of SC2 So I key in my email, oh, hey I forgot it. FAIL I remember and type some more, fill in some fields here and there then click "Submit Content" and alas oh teh noes... "Must verify email, before you can goes" http://starcraft.org/fanfiction/poems/51

My heart is cleft in twain. And so I throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins and worse remains behind...