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Okay, well, I love to read, watch anime, and play video games. When it comes to any of these things I tend to zone out, lose track of time, and become a bit obsessive...I like fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, action, horror, and... romance, though the romance needs to be paired with one of the previous genres or I might die of a smut induced implosion of a vessel in my brain.
I also like music, but make me listen to rap, unless you're a VERY good friend, and I may decide to never, ever speak to you again. To continue, I really do like music, and I tend to stray away from country and hip-hop. I love Rock whether it be hard metal, or classic, and I also like listening to alternative music.
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The end of the world has come at last; I see the stars raining down as more lives continue to be extinguished.
Magma flows around me as I sit and watch the horror unfold.
But there is beauty here, now at the end of all things.
These stars are not stars, but angels falling back to the place from whence they came.
The lava flows in colors that no human eye has ever seen before.
If I could I would paint this moment here in the last twilight of this dying world.
Now as the lava reaches me the last star to fall is that of our great sun, the giver of life.
In the last of its dying embers a great dragon roars into the horizon.
It falls beneath my gaze as I sink onward into the burning liquid toward oblivion.
As I sink into the darkness I do see one last star, one last angel, falling toward me.
My dying guardian.
My dying God.
As the darkness flows, again through my veins, my power courses all the stronger.
As they all watch, my choice hangs on the balance of the world I care for no longer.
They see me, watch me, and their eyes tell me the truth of what they see.
They see a freak, a monster, a creature that no longer deserves to be.
I care not; they are fools, afraid of what they don’t understand.
My following is greater, my people stronger then anything I could ever demand.
I walk now, down this lonely street, to that voice’s beckoning call.
To the friends and family who accept me, who will ensure that these humans fall…
Also, he's going to go by Vincent Darik Rosencruix as his pen name. smile