*Suit made By Kitty, chosen by ARGOS*

Undead Alliance

~Dead Before Dishonor~

MAD WORLD INC

The Angels of Death

The Guerillas in the Mist

PP Rules:

I'm PP friendly

I only pickpocket those who are pp friendly

I always pay whatever i get from pp'ing, and im most of time playing in a cell phone, so please, wait and you will have your cash...

If you mugg me i will do nothing about

 

If you want a spot in heaven you must pay a dollar!

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It's a mad, mad world if you're caught in the game,
You put your life on the line, I put a hole in your brain.
Yeah, the rules are all mine, they might make you insane,
In this mad, mad world, yeah, it's where you remain.

The Beginning 

As the twentieth century dawned, the cloth of reality, the mystical barrier that separates the physical and spiritual worlds, thickened up. The new means of transport, railways and steamboats brought progress to the far corners of the globe, perverting the magical nodules, erasing the power of the old sanctuaries, removing the mortals of the divine nature.

Isolated on Sixth Heaven, unable to see the earth because of the cloth aggravation, the caste of malakins, whose role is to study and catalog the movements of the cosmos, asked the archangel Michael to create a brigade to come down to Haled to search the advances of civilization. The prince offered the service of the exiles, who worked for millennia in earthly society, unrelated to the battles unfolding in paradise.

Designated to serve under the malakins, these exiles were reorganized in the form of a fight squadron. Your task, from now on, would be part of human wars, disguised as mere humans, to write down the mankind power, and then report them to their superiors. They are called ''The Angels of Death''.

While you're still sleepin' the saints are still weepin' cause
Things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born.

 

People that have a spot in heaven

Kitty

 

In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill

Astron is a BadAss Motherfucker!