Beneath my tightly wrapped jacket lies the force of the arctic.
Every inch of skin must be protected from the sun lest I melt – evidence is
shown in my errr... what used to be legs. I must shuffle around in this dreaded
human world, but take me to the glaciers, the ice sheets, the blizzards, and I
will grow. Power will crunch beneath my feet as I pull on the full force of the aurora to engulf my soul
and channel its anger. Bitter Anger. So long it has waited with will, and now I
provide the means.
You might at this time want to read my Hate List to view the true source of this eternal rage.
Below I hope to provide a description of how certain souls
will enter a deep freeze for all time. Forever preserved within a too perfect
prison of ice, destined to spend all eternity being punished for no apparent
reason, sometime even unknown to their selves
 (Image may be subject to copyright. Read the note at the end of this page.).
Notice that my chilling glare of disapproval has frozen them right to the core. They are already dead and they know that. They know this from the shards of ice that have formed in their veins, ripping them open form the inside. The extreme sensation that all has been lost, every possible happy thought has been blown away in a blizzard of depression. And when they reach that lowest state, the state where they do not panic, they do not fear, they simply cannot go on. I am there for them. I devour all taht is left and it makes me stronger. I feed on their impurities. I feed on their fears. The coldness of their hearts warms me, inside my stomach. And I grow.
|
