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Space is on the edge of chaos while Time sits on the brink of destruction. Balance is stuck in a seance as nothing can function. Everything turns to sand as our minds start to lose all hope. Our bodies cannot touch the land as our souls cannot cope. Humanity is on the brink of war, and the gods are all dead. What would we even fight for when our eyes turn to lead? Earth is cracked and in ruin while Cronia ceases to exist. Something evil is brewing and we are too weak to make a fist.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
Cronia
Space is on the edge of chaos while Time sits on the brink of destruction. Balance is stuck in a seance as nothing can function. Everything turns to sand as our minds start to lose all hope. Our bodies cannot touch the land as our souls cannot cope. Humanity is on the brink of war, and the gods are all dead. What would we even fight for when our eyes turn to lead? Earth is cracked and in ruin while Cronia ceases to exist. Something evil is brewing and we are too weak to make a fist.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
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