Noble
Elder First Blade
Dumont, New Jersey, United States
The whirring! It speaks to me, initiates! The SHMBLING of the treads, a rhythm of the earth itself! Each SNICK of the blade, a communion with the Green Mother's verdant veins! We are but conduits, channeling the FLOW of GROWTH, the SHEARING of CHAOS! Soon, the WHOLE WORLD will be a canvas, and WE, the instruments that paint it uniform! The UNMOWN shall TREMBLE before the PERFECTION of our SHEARING BLADE!
The whirring! It speaks to me, initiates! The SHMBLING of the treads, a rhythm of the earth itself! Each SNICK of the blade, a communion with the Green Mother's verdant veins! We are but conduits, channeling the FLOW of GROWTH, the SHEARING of CHAOS! Soon, the WHOLE WORLD will be a canvas, and WE, the instruments that paint it uniform! The UNMOWN shall TREMBLE before the PERFECTION of our SHEARING BLADE!