Review Summary: Stillbirth Machine rolls On and On... And On...
Have you ever been to THE EDGE OF FOREVER???
Have you ever been a victim of the POWER ELITE???
Have you ever dreamed of your own ICONOCLASM CONQUEST???
FORSAKE ME THIS MORTAL COIL as I begin to unravel a tale of Glorious Reverance for the Ancient Ones who led us here, back to Kurukshetra where it all began...
We knew the clock had struck and the H-Hour was Nigh when the STILLBIRTH MACHINE arrived.
In Order for us to emerge Victorious, we knew we must Return to Neverwhere to find our lost pieces, and recover them before it was too late. Thus we submerged ever-deeper, into the Subterranean Abyss of the Dark Sewer Dimensions of Za'ag-Eskatho, where Ag-Skrohm lay in wait for our arrival. The Chaos that inhabits that realm is too violent, too bold, and too vicious to even attempt description, thus let us continue this short tale in reverence of the Balance of Sacred Desecration.
The ending quest continued: BLOOD AND THUNDER clamored the skies, Indra was enraged, and the Asuras were Hellbent on the Total and Utter Destruction of the Planet Hearse.
Almost lost did we, the Black Knights, but by the Shining Darkness of Blatho, we held our Golden Arms, Blue Swords of Liquid Frozen Steel and Plasma, and Flaming Red Eyes of Purity, as we began our futile attempt at Redemption. We crossed the Violet River of Styx under the Sign of Horus. The Green Flame of Vishnu guided our Chariot, Kybalions in hand, and the Orange Sparks of Agni's Ignition shone the way onward into Neverending Battle. Brown Sludge and the Blood of Many Men encoated our combat boots, containing our blistered feet as the Gray Haze clouded our Temples. The red hot White Heat became intense, but the humble Blothas persisted Onward and Upward, in search of Truth and Peace.
AS THE BODY FALLS AWAY, we reflect upon a world we created - an Unconquerable Dawn, World Without End.
World Without End.
