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onepassingnight2012-07-18 10:25 pm
guardiano_perduto) wrote in onepassingnight2012-07-18 10:25 pm
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The expression used for a situation getting worse is that it snowballs. To snowball, a problem would need to start out minor, then increase in such intensity that it only gets bigger and bigger until it's truly destructive. But once the damage is done, things tend to settle back down. The ruins are left behind you, and all you can do is walk forward.
Can you?
Or are you always looking over your shoulder, back at the havoc you wrought?
The Lombax stumbles amidst a snowy field, struggling to find his footing, with a large, gaping wound in his chest. He's not sure of where the wound even came from, or why, but any time he thought of it, The Praetorian Omniwrench would appear in his hands, caked with dried blood and...
His own fur.
Upon his back, there's a small silver robot, entirely still, and optics completely black. The robot no longer functioned, and if he didn't move forward quickly... well, neither would he.
On his knees now, sluggishly dragging through the wind and the ice, he can only mournfully glance back at a pitiful attempt at a grave marker, adorned by a few scarce flowers that were seconds away from being taken into the storm.
Talwyn Apogee
Researcher, adventurer, and friend
Can you?
Or are you always looking over your shoulder, back at the havoc you wrought?
The Lombax stumbles amidst a snowy field, struggling to find his footing, with a large, gaping wound in his chest. He's not sure of where the wound even came from, or why, but any time he thought of it, The Praetorian Omniwrench would appear in his hands, caked with dried blood and...
His own fur.
Upon his back, there's a small silver robot, entirely still, and optics completely black. The robot no longer functioned, and if he didn't move forward quickly... well, neither would he.
On his knees now, sluggishly dragging through the wind and the ice, he can only mournfully glance back at a pitiful attempt at a grave marker, adorned by a few scarce flowers that were seconds away from being taken into the storm.
Researcher, adventurer, and friend