Words Never Blocked -

Control has been obtained. Eyes of razor sharp manipulation matches its arms swung as blades. The stalking warrior blends in with each leaf it prowls.

   Still as a photograph the Mantis at first watched from afar. Within a moment halfway to your position. Even before you follow faithfully in the direction it wishes you to go, both of your eyes are gouged from the width of a spear.

   The Southern Hemisphere remains fixed tilted to the side even after the Northern is removed almost perfectly at the equator.

   The world will not spin when you recognize a display without focus. A glimmer too late to catch your attention becomes the tool and weapon of your death.

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The dead do not bury their own. They are left exactly in the last state upon their second death. There is no ceremony involved.

   Walking past a dead family member or friend does not matter. Ignored is a ghastly gaze, forgotten is the sound of bones clattering with each and every step. Never a last embrace beheld even as the final whisper is known.

   Conjured a third time the promise always granted in full. Even the wicked have faith...