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"I'm gonna dig this whole worlds grave". Spoken to no one in particular, this phrase, spoken from the driest lips even born on a man, dry vocal chords. Gruff. A smokers voice, except this man has never smoked a day in his life. In this endless waste, the neo-desert of what used to be the Pacific Northwest in The Old Age, a man sat in the sand, arms wide. He was repelling moisture. Not a single bead of sweat had formed. This man did not have a name, he was only known as "Dry Man". [work in progress]
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# ? Mar 8, 2016 06:39 |
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# ? Jun 3, 2024 22:27 |
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# ? Mar 8, 2016 18:33 |
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Sounds like the Dry man is falling and he's trying to get out of the grave, tell me about this waste I'm intrigued.
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# ? Oct 17, 2016 06:37 |