I am the seer in the dark,
the vagabond of yore,
I am the sum of all your parts,
and proprietor of all.
blackmonger of Inlé,
my form now vivid,
as torpor sets and blood grows tepid.
With every ounce of flesh now offered,
I hold your corpse within my coffers.
Knitted cells now split asunder,
stand alongside me brother.
Take your place amongst my Owsla,
we march at dawn now and forever.
To be at the top, you need the confidence to stand alone.
Around the Block!
congrats, you are lame.
Middle Man Since: January 29, 2013-September 24, 2013 CrossFire Minion Since: February 19, 2013-September 24, 2013 Market Place Minion Since: March 30, 2013-September 24, 2013 Moderator Since: July 17, 2013-September 24, 2013