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Sparda Family Destruction 7From Vergil's Diaries.Sparda Family Destruction 7
They ask me what happened and why… they ask me what I am thinking about… they want to know why I rarely talk… why I have become so cold and separate from them. I don’t know. I don’t know what I have become. All I know is that I got infected by the worst disease – indifference. I can’t express any feeling and emotion anymore; everything is slowly being bottled up in me. I wonder whether there is enough space for everything there. But I guess there is. Years have past and they still have not erupted. I doubt if they ever leave me, flow out of me.
And he s


Sparda Family Destruction 6From Dante's Diaries.Sparda Family Destruction 6
Wheels are spinning – I hear, like I hear the engine. And the pictures of the outer world are moving, past me. So fast, and those lights which are stitched to the walls of the tunnel… I see. But it is still dark. The tunnel is dark and eerie. It is too long. Will it ever end? Will this dark tunnel ever let me see the bright side of the world? All the same things… everyday. It is tiring, exhausting, annoying. It makes me feel nauseous. Those creeping shadows move all the time. They follow me wherever I go. They hide, but I still see them. They are everywhere, around me. Not in this school bu


Sparda Family Destruction 5From Eva's Diaries.Sparda Family Destruction 5
I hate to remember that day, because it changed everything. Everything shattered like a glass. Those little pieces of glass were parts of me; they broke, they fell down, they got old, they diminished, they disappeared. I diminished and disappeared. I lie to myself that it was just a horrible dream, a nightmare, which was killing me every night as I turned on my side and saw the emptiness. I closed my eyes and used to rest my hand onto the other side of the bed, I wanted to feel him beside me; but he was gone...forever. I often cried, because it gave me a relief for just a few seconds. But I did not want my son


American Story_Chapter 7After some minutes I was brought back to consciousness with a dull headache. Brought back where? On this world? Why? For what? Who’s brought back? Mike? What is Mike? A being... me... Could I be someone else? The blue sky and the shapes of three-dimensional objects, around me, were slowly fading in: a tree, a leaf – falling down slowly, trees, bushes, leaves all over the ground. I am on the earth. I felt very tired and apathy. I sat up and clenched my head, which was throbbing as if somebody was hitting me with drumsticks. What the hell I was doing in the park? How weird. I stood up and went home.American Story_Chapter 7
As I arrived, I shu
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Believe it or not, I have not bough TS3!!! D= First I need to get new laptop
What do you think of TS3?
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