User:Nithalturin

I fly on wings of black
the gusts of pest and plague
I care not what you do
your intentions clear or vague
I seek you in your houses
I seek you in your homes
I seek you in the holy places
and where you keep the tomes
I was once dead and forgotten
but now I rule the streets
You can knock me on my back
but I'll always get my feet
Like my brother, red death
you won't stop me with walls
You can pile to the ceiling
still I will roam the halls
Light will darken as I pass
and all will fall to ruin
My voice is heard on the wind
and doom is coming soon
I smell your blood, and fear
I can smell it when you die
Madmen can hear me speak
lose your sanity if you try
My merest touch rends skin
but contagion's on my breath
feel the burn in your veins
my personal gift of death
I take you to the street
so your last gasp is clean
Surrounded by my family
witness to your final scene
I am mold, I am decay
my flesh and mind are rotten
I have memories of life
but most will stay forgotten
You can't run, you can't hide
I laugh when you fight
I come while you sleep
and give you a hug good night
Here it is, back and forth
until the end of days
Life and death lost meaning
so forever they will play

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This is me, the Host of the Shadow Radio.

When I'm not working on my campaign to ruin churches or just relaxing by killing you humans, I run a radio show on the side. Revive me and I'll see if I can't scare up a poorly guarded radio to talk to you people by. Or I might hack down your barricades from the inside, depends on the situation. But please, if you are a fan, don't revive me too much, I do have a goal to work toward.

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Just one character, find out about him and his mission here: http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/User:Nithalturin/Character_Name