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09/10/10(Fri)03:49 No.12027210Routepunk
Some say the roads go on forever. Me? I don't know. I traveled the old ways our ancestors did, saw the ravaged caravans, the bison grazing between the lanes. And you know what? I think I saw the end.
It was where the routes came together, it looked like. I was walking one day, and found another route trailing along, beside mine. A big route. It joined together with my road, and then more came. More and more and more. The road I walked was the widest I've seen, and I've seen more roads than you have hairs on your head, m'boy.
That's when I saw it. On the horizon, the Primeval Shadow. The Elders speak of them, but I know they can'ta seen one or they'd be a lot more scared and a lot less reverend. Those places are Primeval, with an emphasis on the Evil.
And for miles and miles and miles, routes. All heading towards that great shadow. And you know? Right then and there, I figured it out. The Shadow, see? It's a big knot. All the routes go to it, tangle themselves up, and eat any roadwalker that dare go near. All those footsteps of all those roadwalkers, all bundled up in a ball like that, no wonder the Shadow is so eerie. It's roadsdamn history incarnate.
So yeah, son, I've seen the end of the routes. And the end, it's seen me too. |