You've got one chance to get it right. There are no magic spells to bring your stone back up the river of Time. No reset buttons or save points to start over where you decided to screw up. Once the die rolls, that's it. Better make that shake count, eh?
Lady Fortune lays down her cards.
Tough luck there, mate. Doesn't look like the chips are yours this time around. No use crying over spilt milk though right? 'Tis just milk after all. What about spilt blood though? Sometimes you've got to look back at the bridge you just crossed. Sometimes that bridge has already been burnt to ashes. A thin line it is...not worrying about everything and not worrying about enough. Walk through life looking behind you and that's just where you'll get: nowhere at all. Of course, walk through life never once looking back and one day you'll wake up with a lovely little knife sticking out of your back with a dash of crimson upon its blade.
Watch your back, lad. That's a good hand you've got there. Make sure you don't waste it.
3 years ago
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That's some excellent prose there.
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