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Frigidity gnaws dully like an outcast lion scavenging on the bones of its former pride. Creeping nefariously, it claws through any gap it can find, sliding and slithering through a hole in a fence: a rabid dog. It is thick, viscous and voracious like some sort of anti-magma, having all the properties of a volcano’s foaming mucus only lacking heat. There is no frozen core, as the whole is so consumed with horrid chill, the edges are no warmer than the deepest depths. Ice holds the same burning power as fire.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
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Frigidity gnaws dully like an outcast lion scavenging on the bones of its former pride. Creeping nefariously, it claws through any gap it can find, sliding and slithering through a hole in a fence: a rabid dog. It is thick, viscous and voracious like some sort of anti-magma, having all the properties of a volcano’s foaming mucus only lacking heat. There is no frozen core, as the whole is so consumed with horrid chill, the edges are no warmer than the deepest depths. Ice holds the same burning power as fire.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
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