zerochamber

CHAPTER 1: UNDER A BLOOD RED SKY "There he goes," the two inmates sat with their backs against the wall passing back and forth a cigarette, both watching in mild amusement at the procession. "I here he killed twenty men with his bare hands before they took him down. I say they should make him the new Warden, not hang him." The man talking slowly inhales and passes the cigarette to his companion. "Your an idiot. The only way that would happen is if he killed every one in here and was the only man left standing. The Warden has this place locked down with a vengeance baby." The two men both looked up and watched as the man, Triest Morgan,

Prologue: A Splinter Demonia is an isolated planet stuck on the fringes of space. To all passerbies' it looks like any other planet. Nothing distinctive, nothing special about it differentiates it from any other planet in the system. But if you look close enough you would notice the two moons orbiting this particular planet are on the exact polar opposite sides of each other. Hell, even that isn't that unordinary, not enough to make you investigate any further. But if you look at these particular moons a little bit closer you will notice two distinct things. One is that they are not moons at all but gigantic machines stuck in orbit, and two,

The Triest Morgan story…. A reluctant, deeply insane, hero, who struggles with his own sanity, while trying to save the only thing that ever meant anything to him his son. Quick breakdown: Man who lost his family years ago and was sent to an asylum planet at the far reaches of space finds that his wife has been slaughtered and his two children sent to military training. He seeks out the man who betrayed them, there stepfather, to find out where they are and to kill him for his crimes. His journey will take him throughout the galaxy and beyond anywhere he had ever dreamed. Fighting the depths of his insanity and the cruelty of the universe,

It gets me down, When I see your face. It seems a different time, A much faster pace. A solid, yet useless mind, A perfect body to sell. A song about living, A life much like hell. To pass it off, Like heaven above. Search around for it, Search for the love. So does it matter? So who really cares? So you have loved her. So you're one of a million pairs. Rhythm is set, By the beat of it all. Life flowing in a pattern, Set up for your fall. Neatness counts, Only when you sin. So what does it matter, If its always been. Do you give it up? For hate filled dreams? Hate all this death. Rip out all life's seams. So cause