There is an old wives tale, a myth really. When a man or woman fails to walk the path set before them. Refuses to accept their destiny then they recieve a visit in the night. Those that survive rarely remember him, but often change the course of their lives the next day. Those who don't are found dead, the bottoms of their feet removed. Someone else given the chance to walk their path...
Every man has a destiny, do you want yours?
This is now the personnal journal of a soldier no longer deployed to Iraq and is home. So be forewarned, this is an adult journal and will probably contain conversations about violence, death, and sex.
I play the following characters right now:
Daredevil/Matt Murdock: man_with_no_fea Kyle Rayner/Green Lantern: light_to_guide The Unknown Soldier: an_unknown Tempest/ Garth: tempest_swims Frank Drake: frank_drake Crossbones: bones_crossed
I also help MOD at the Marvel Mansion, you should all come and visit.
"These folk say that on a table in a bare room on the ground floor are many peculiar bottles, in each a small piece of lead suspended pendulum-wise from a string. And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer. Those who have watched the tall, lean, Terrible Old Man in these peculiar conversations, do not watch him again." H.P. Lovecraft