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I know that there must be an answer... a…
Joined December 2013
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"Thᥱ forᥴᥱ thᥲt throᥙgh thᥱ grᥱᥱᥒ fᥙsᥱ drιvᥱs thᥱ fᥣoᥕᥱr drιvᥱs mყ grᥱᥱᥒ ᥲgᥱ, thᥲt bᥣᥲsts thᥱ roots of trᥱᥱs, ιs mყ dᥱstroყᥱr..." -- Dყᥣᥲᥒ Thomᥲs 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁'𝗌 𝖤𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗐𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
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“I... am not Holland... I was...”
“All in good time, Holland, all in good time.”
“What... are you up to... Woodrue?”
Heron's took flight as muck and moss entwined, beetles and bugs scampering for their life as the Earth's elemental grew another form, unfolding upwards from the swamp before @WomanOfTheSwamp's abode.
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- way to separate @EarthsElemental from the source of his power, the earth itself? Some form of eleborate chamber perhaps? A containment chamber?
Journal entry by Doctor Jason Woodrue: I have spent much time discussing with the doctors here at Arkham Asylum that changing the world is a fruitless task. What really counts are the changes we make within ourselves. This makes sense, such tremendous sense. Note: Is there a -
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Journal entry by Doctor Jason Woodrue: Ever since my sapling days I have dreamed of a world devoid of flesh... and yet here I am in Arkham Asylum, captured and confined. This, I find, to be of great inconvenience. I must remedy this, do as the pathetic meatsacks request. Wait.
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Swamp Flowers by Alex Gomez Underneath the sanguine eyes, azure and thick; aqua's goodbye, My heart grew between the trees, where the light skipped off green and brown leaves. And the monsters hiding in the the swamp, Scaly creeps always watching. They bit and gripped -
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- me whole. I stretch my arms, green and blue with flecks of yellow, white, and red. Up, I stretch until I feel the wind blowing and pulling the seeds. To be shared between in the happy way we know. When the lights grow dim and we're finally close. --
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- Back again in your arms. Back again in the swamp. Back again to bask and shine. Toes in the mud and head in the moss, with nothing but the moon above. Swamp Flowers by Alex Gomez
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The Louisiana swamplands The swamp creature sat by a pool, his thought upon the Green, wondering about what he has seen, those unspeakable gates in... was that Hell he had visited with @TheGrayWalker and @DrFate_? If he could reach Hell... What was it the Stranger said? -
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“Somewhere south of Purgatory.” Was that the Stranger’s attempt at a joke? If so... The creature watched as a butterfly fluttered towards him, landing on his proffered hand...
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The creature walked through the dense swamp, pushing vines gently aside as he made his way. He had no destination, he was just walking for the sake of it, enjoying the early summer, the gentle humidity hanging around him. Striding out into a body of water, he walked out into -
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- alligator’s skull with an almighty splash, birds exploding upwards from the trees above, taking flight. There was no need to kill his attacker. It was just reacting. The creature had possibly startled it. He released his hold on the alligator as it floated dazed upon the -
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- water’s surface, half choked. The Swamp Thing grew a fresh arm before picking the gator up and hurling it downstream. He turned and continued with his walk.