[center][h1]Ebenezer Moore[/h1][/center]

It was the first time that he'd gone on a sleeping streak. 8 Hours total, the deep slumber amalgamated a curious and vivid visions of the Fields of Justice in his own person. He wandered astray along its woods in the jungle in deep, incomprehensible thought and saw visions of purple energy and violet shades. His thought realised that he was not human-- But rather an aberrant creature known as Vel'Koz. "Puppets. Long have you answered to unseen summoners and bent unknowingly to their will. I offer you now, a chance to rebel against those who have imprisoned you! Made you feel death at the hands of your enemies, only to be reborn and to suffer the same infinite fate. Come brothers! Now is the time to feel true freedom, and strike back at those who forced you to suffer!" Such deep words. Curious. Insidious. What is its origin? The voice of reason? No. Vengeance. A fool's desire.

Morning came, forcing him to shade darkness with his hands peering between its murderholes. What felt like death couldn't have been worse than a groggy morning after hours of sleep. He hated that feeling. Worse than being chased by a million lions. He lumbers over half-wittedly to a sink and pierced his warm face against its icy spears and heaved reality back within himself. Shirt, pants... Brown coat and derby. He strolled into his own mind, crossing the streets and halfly realising the murders of crows as he wanders until he arrived at the WiHi Cafe. He was silent-- His aura ghastly.