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Friday June 22nd 2012, 10:13 pm

After having escaped from my grasp and fled, I’ve tracked him to world after strange world, but always he remains just out of reach. I imagine his mocking visage every tiring step I take. That leering face keeps my soul burning for revenge. The desolate landscape is remote and alien to me, the barren outcroppings of craggy giant purple and orange jagged boulders shaped liked spearheads penetrating the surface of the dusty and pebbled slopes remind me of just how bleak I feel about my predicament. As I trudge to the top of a small hill, I witness plumes of black smoke rising into the yellowed sky. The source of this lays some short distance down into a large valley where burning embers from a couple of small dwellings crackle and smolder. There is no signs of life here. As I warily approach the damaged structures, I can see blast marks and blackened holes all around, bricks flung and crumbled. There has been a deadly skirmish here and I fear for my unknown brethren that had made lives for themselves in this place, the beast of Time has decimated them. The slight breeze pushes the smoke around in swirls and ribbons, for half a moment there is beauty in its wispy movements, but then it fills my lungs causing me to choke and gag on the air. My inflamed nostrils return me to my senses, the foul odors are like a threat unto themselves. Clearly my enemy has come this way. He always leaves a swath of destruction in his wake, the bastard. I feel like I shall never track down this elusive foe. But in my heart, I know that is not true. We will have our final confrontation in this war, I will have my hands around his throat, and only one of us will be the victor.

The Search For Mister Time Continues…
June 22nd 2012

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