manchester_black

Manchester_Black is dead.

Long live Invincible

(But as any loyal comic reader knows, the dead don't always stay that way, espescially if public outcry wants it back)

And in the silence, the ghosts come out to play. They take their toll in bloody increments, more gushing and oozing ounces than in concise and grusome pounds. Their song is remorse, and their caress is dread. And they take advantage in the dark with their greedy and molesting claws.
Night
after
night.

...and through arcane arts hidden from the perceivable, they were able to discern the heartbeat of not just this universe, but in all universes that have or that ever will exist, a great rhythm that pushed them through the doorways of their conscious mind into something more, where the world around them disappeared into black ink interspesed with the pulses of stars dying and giving...
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Need an update, but everything I'm thinking is far too naughty to be posted...not without cajoling that is. Probably just the anticipation of dancing thats getting the blood a flowin'.

Did you know that Jason, the greek hero whose quest got him the golden fleece died alone, disgraced and pathetic. He lost everything that he possibly could, his home and birthright, his reputation, and his family. When he couldn't bear his life any longer, he threw a rope over the rotten remains of his once famous ship the Argos, and tried to hang himself. The...
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Suburbs to St.albert via foot: 2.5 hours (counting a small 7-11 stop for some food)

Yesterday was probably the most brutal sparring session yet. My shins are polka-dotty with little greenish brown bruises, I have random bruises on some of the bonier parts of me (which these are par for the course really) I got surprised by a pair of kicks to the head, and my ear on the one side isn't hearing quite as good as the other one...
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Sometimes when searching for the truth, you find yourself.