March of a Lonely Soldier After one torrential downpour, a soldier whose hat had been taken by the tempest emerged from his makeshift bunker of sticks and stones. Bunkers, crude as they may be, held up through the unrelenting rage of the squall. Consequentially, there was something haunting about this world and how the elements would fluctuate so rigorously. Defiantly, the tempest did rumble in the distance, and the outsoles of his boots were grabbed by deep mud. Effort pulled him out of it, then the clouds yawned, soaking him in sunlight.March of a Lonely Soldier by Neiot
For days, he had been walking alone along this ambitious expedition. Gradually, the sun's light touched the far side of the bleak, golden plain, and on the horizon, an iron-painted bluff basked in the light. He had seen this bluff before the storm, and knowing it was his terminus, he beared on. In his mind, visions of beckoning women vanished into the black of unconsciousness. Jolted out of his childh
I have a very varied taste in things. At one moment, I am flying a Focke Wulf 190 D-13 over Norway, another I am sparring in the old world, then I am riding a horse over the plains of central America with a Remington New Army on my hip. But if anything, I'm more of an Earth Science buff.
~ Maruki Konkuro
Founder of Kelacao