The rabbit gave chase, the wild flowers sang, buds blossomed with the morning's dewy lick; here a rose and there a meadow, life was full of promise once again. Love was in the world and it was unstoppable - the ephemeral electricity that powers the life divine!
Energetic Love was the element absent from WAR Phoenix and the lesser games like it - so much of life played out in mime, but love it could not synthesise.
Whatever the name or costume, so many games are intent on the skill of murder - their purpose is rewarded in killing - with millions of thoughts transpiring daily of causing injury, from taking down warriors to angry birds.
And the astral world is saturated with this thought-blood spattered with a subtext that reads: "I have their minds, and they are overwhelmed".
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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