Talk:The Alley/@comment-5331607-20131111063236/@comment-8435644-20131113054016

"Ha! I was born like this, the creative being of blood, and bringer of the flood that stands before you. And so, in an attempt to insult me, you attack the part of me that I pride most, death? Creative, creative, I'll give you that. But oh, death is simply BREATHTAKING! Why don't you join me? Oh wait, there was never a choice my friend, only an illusion. But isn't choice just one big illusion? Ha! Well, if choice is an illusion than you will feel my delusion as I choose your final choice for you! It's a fitting job for the deceased game master that stands before you, manipulating everything around, no matter how sound it may seem. An end to this endless banter! I grow tired of wasting my words of wisdom on one who is so close-minded that they don't understand a word, and sees it as babble. Goodbye, my horrible guest, and may you rest with little jest!" Brokensoul mewed, grabbing Rex's neck.