𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧

No good deed goes unpunished. C.I. stands for. . . comfortably inebriated. Sentella's High Command. ( fake )

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

( poison flows freely in his veins. )

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

You are all in for a rude awakening.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

The real curse rages on through these bleeding wounds. Their blood coated fingers pressure against open flesh, maltreated by uncaring hands that left their legacy upon the scarred heart.

How do we ruin what is good?

Immediate relief can never compare to the consistency of soul.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

I may be a doctor but that doesn’t exclude drowning in long lived traumas.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

I may be many things but a liar I am not.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

( poison flows freely in his veins. )

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

( &. )

─── The birds of death fly low in the skies of lies and corruption. A red dot follows the creatures with unwavering aim, as truth and justice cry to be heard.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

I’m not drunk enough yet.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

The real curse rages on through these bleeding wounds. Their blood coated fingers pressure against open flesh, maltreated by uncaring hands that left their legacy upon the scarred heart.

How do we ruin what is good?

Immediate relief can never compare to the consistency of soul.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

We’ve all been too flagged to fly into space. Never thought I’d see the day Kip would indulge in booze.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

Temptation
no longer held
the bitterest taste of vengeance.
Instead, sweetness coated my tongue
with the hunger for her kiss.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

The path you make,
the journey you take,
none of it matters
when the past lurks in threatening tones.

Vengeance so bitter,
surrounded by ruins,
what is the point of righting wrongs
when opportunities remain denied?

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

Flagged, so flagged. Don’t bother me with minsid trivialities unless it’s an apocalyptic scenario we are talking about. Then I may offer a second of my attention. May.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

The sober life just ain’t for me. Kip knows.

[𝐜.𝐢. 𝐬𝐲𝐧 @Brainiacus]

Kip’s mood swings are killing me. Seriously considering unleashing a female or two in his place... with hopes he’ll loosen up. But who am I kidding? He’d kill me. And without hesitation.