It started as an innocent twitter post by Poetic Stanziel and was usurped and expanded upon by Miura Bull and myself. It can be read here.https://twitter.com/PoeticStanziel/status/376499538552299520
I pasted the tweets in below. It isn't perfectly formatted but the artwork of humanity is defined by its flaws. This is a work of pure, breath taking ingenuity and to many jumps through empty null sec on the way to glorious battle.
I pasted the tweets in below. It isn't perfectly formatted but the artwork of humanity is defined by its flaws. This is a work of pure, breath taking ingenuity and to many jumps through empty null sec on the way to glorious battle.
Sigh. Only path to a system I need to get to is blocked by a smart bombing gate camp. I hope they get bored soon. #tweetfleet #Oulley
— Poetic Stanziel (@PoeticStanziel) September 8, 2013
@PoeticStanziel I've never seen that camp move. Rumour has it their ships are chained to the stargate. There's always a long way round.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel The souls of the exploded haunt them, locking them down at that location frantically killing trying to escape
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel ..and the sky darkens with every passing shuttle, each killmail falling like a snowflake in an icy black pond.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel Yet their cries are lost in the darkness as they seek freedom but shy away from what they no longer know...
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel in the darkness the screams are silenced by the thundering of a smartbomb, the evil noise of death and pain.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel Surely these souls are torn asunder, trapped by a cage created with their own hands and thus invisible to them
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel scattered across wreckage and debris, free from the warm blast but yet trapped in a perma-hell.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel It is as if a void has been created by the endless waves of loss. The fabric of existence sundered by energy
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel The shadow of the void ever growing, and the dead are its keepers. The waves strike fear into the living.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel And such a fear blinds them. Herds them towards what they should know to avoid. But raw emotion captures them
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel .. and the eyes watch them as they edge closer to the Stargate of Death. Ships like spiders patrolling a web.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel They can sense them. Their life a scent that ripples across the chill of space. The fear is so clear it names
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel and the fear creeps up the spine like cold fingers, but once it takes hold it is always too late ...
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel for redemption it seems? That choice and freedom are now lost. That life is distilled into one place or moment
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel and stories are told for many downtimes, of the lonely traveller and the Ouelley gate. This grave in the ink..
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel its market worn smooth by time. The lore and rediscovered each time. The knowledge snuffed out each time...
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel “We should start back,” he urged as the smartbombs grew louder around them. “The shuttles are dead.”
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel This knowledge was gained from the frantic liens written before the eruption of an inferno swept over them.
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel A last message of a lost crew, a blinking light for ever snuffed out. The fire is brutal and never forgiving.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel Dont be caught by the seeming innocence of this path. It's thinly stretched upon deep horrors and painful loss
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel The autopilot knows no fear, can not decipher horrors and loss. That wicked glint of mischief in every route.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel Such is balance. Of gain and of loss. To know cruelty is to know kindness. To know love is to know death.
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
@ChellaRanier @PoeticStanziel The sweetest kiss of the smartbomb's edge, like lips of poison ... Deceiving, soft, but sharp like a razor.
— Miura Bull (@MiuraBullDOT) September 8, 2013
@MiuraBullDOT @PoeticStanziel It is a sirens call to that end. The path cannot be followed in a straight line.
— Sugar Kyle (@ChellaRanier) September 8, 2013
Wow. Just Wow.
ReplyDeleteBravo.
ReplyDeleteit was beautiful
ReplyDeleteHaha! Brilliant. Only just catching up on my blogs after being away all week. Would we call this a tweet-off? I quite enjoyed it, the ending was quite fitting too .... and nothing to do with the fact that it was 4am and I nodded off in the end. :D
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