My first attempt at writing pretty much
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The children were all at bed, The crickets never shrieked. This isn't how it always was. This used to be a paradise. A farm. The children played by night in between the wheat and the trees. The adults talked about the day. The animals shuffled. Now it was a shell. A town. An organization. It used to be that no one knew what the next day would bring. Sure they still worked the same job. But there was circuses. There was parties. There was births. And Deaths. Now they walked down the same paths. The town was them. They wealth was them. The Pariah wanted to change this.
They hated him. He was different. Hardly did they even acknowledge his existence. They averted there eyes as he walked down main street. His spurs clicked the cobblestone. There was silence. Down down down. He made his way to the Mayors residence. He entered. The maid turned away. The butler did as well. He was in the bedroom now. He clicked the hammer back. He whispered.
"This is for Life. This is for Death, This is for Imperfection".
The mayor turned.
Wow, that was really good.
Tell me more. :p
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
Damnit haven't checked this thread in a shit load of time.