Prolouge
Amsterdam
Frank was walking down the Alley with his friend Steve. Steve has never seen him so happy. They had come to Amserstadam on the whim. They figure free weed and hookers before Frank finally had to start settling down and growing up. The both were wearing casualty clothes. Frank had a short sleeve shirt with light blue colors and brown pants. Steve had sweat pants that were black and brown shirt.
Where we going Frank Steve asked
Steve had a big smile on his face.
You see man..You see. This woman..this woman. Being with her manbeing with her is like riding stars
Riding stars Steve smiled Have you say..Breathing in the local color
Nonot highwell not much Frank laughed
How far is this thing? I mean you saw Hostel right
Trust me man..this is going to be Awesome
They open the door to a warehouse. There was a strong smell. A smell of decaying meat. Steve looked up in the horror. He could see the bodies and smell there stenches. He could hear the sounds of 100s of spies. Bodies were hung up on giant webs. There were barely alive, just skin and bones. It was like there very souls were being sucked out of them
There in the Warehouse was a Giant spider with a 100 eyes.
Isnt she beautiful Frank said
Frank removes his clothes and nelested by one of her legs.
Steven couldnt move.
Worship me He heard a famine voice says
Steven dugged his fingered in his eyes and screamed as he digged them out
Almost every civilization through out the world has a creation story. Some of these stories despite it vast difference overlap. Every civilization has a story of a flood. Africa tribes have a story of Adroanzi it a story of children of the gods who follow people in the woods. If one doesnt look back they are safe..if they do there not.
It a similar story to Sodomom and Gormomora. Similar story to a Greek story about saving a love one from hell. Stories over laps. Patterns merge in the chaotic of things. Chaos is a pattern that we have let to understand. There are beginning and sadly there always and ending. There are master and aprentence, heroes and villains thought out time. Heroes rise and fall from grave. Old ideas become new Ideas. Things change but are the same.
But another similarity is these gods in all there power are replace. Forgotten in the wind. But they do not disappear. For earth is not the only world out there. There are many worlds, many gods. When there power is close to the end gods go out to other worlds to find worshipers.
Time passes, cities fall but the Gods...do not forgive. Do not forgive the people who turn on them. There are planning, there are patients, there using the worlds own weakness against them, hiding from the new gods, gaining power to attack
Amsterdam
Frank was walking down the Alley with his friend Steve. Steve has never seen him so happy. They had come to Amserstadam on the whim. They figure free weed and hookers before Frank finally had to start settling down and growing up. The both were wearing casualty clothes. Frank had a short sleeve shirt with light blue colors and brown pants. Steve had sweat pants that were black and brown shirt.
Where we going Frank Steve asked
Steve had a big smile on his face.
You see man..You see. This woman..this woman. Being with her manbeing with her is like riding stars
Riding stars Steve smiled Have you say..Breathing in the local color
Nonot highwell not much Frank laughed
How far is this thing? I mean you saw Hostel right
Trust me man..this is going to be Awesome
They open the door to a warehouse. There was a strong smell. A smell of decaying meat. Steve looked up in the horror. He could see the bodies and smell there stenches. He could hear the sounds of 100s of spies. Bodies were hung up on giant webs. There were barely alive, just skin and bones. It was like there very souls were being sucked out of them
There in the Warehouse was a Giant spider with a 100 eyes.
Isnt she beautiful Frank said
Frank removes his clothes and nelested by one of her legs.
Steven couldnt move.
Worship me He heard a famine voice says
Steven dugged his fingered in his eyes and screamed as he digged them out
Almost every civilization through out the world has a creation story. Some of these stories despite it vast difference overlap. Every civilization has a story of a flood. Africa tribes have a story of Adroanzi it a story of children of the gods who follow people in the woods. If one doesnt look back they are safe..if they do there not.
It a similar story to Sodomom and Gormomora. Similar story to a Greek story about saving a love one from hell. Stories over laps. Patterns merge in the chaotic of things. Chaos is a pattern that we have let to understand. There are beginning and sadly there always and ending. There are master and aprentence, heroes and villains thought out time. Heroes rise and fall from grave. Old ideas become new Ideas. Things change but are the same.
But another similarity is these gods in all there power are replace. Forgotten in the wind. But they do not disappear. For earth is not the only world out there. There are many worlds, many gods. When there power is close to the end gods go out to other worlds to find worshipers.
Time passes, cities fall but the Gods...do not forgive. Do not forgive the people who turn on them. There are planning, there are patients, there using the worlds own weakness against them, hiding from the new gods, gaining power to attack
