Killing the Fear


No more afraid, is equal to no more


war-barons unlimited, all unbound by the darkness. They have done away with their

infinite worries, they have ascended. They have become Elysium, all the way;

and darkness is bended. Wounds are mended. They have killed the fear;

and now become overlords. They have moved the shadows, and the boogiemen aside-

their enemies fear them now. And it is the chaos, unblinking; they act without feelings-

they have no remorse, for like a juggernaut they fear nothing, and stop at nothing;

they have forgotten themselves, at the very end of the tunnel. The very light at the other end, has now become the beams for their eyes, that they use-

to incinerate cities, pothole the grounds; to soar above, like the angel of death without sound-

and now that you know, why they can’t be stopped.

You now know why they must be stopped…

Copyrightcopyright November 28, 2017


I made Tumblrs!


Hello friends, this is Gregory Thomas here.
I am letting you know that I made tumblrs!

Here you will find posts I made that are more pictures, than words-

mostly dealing with ingame pics taken from a video game called Skyrim.

Video gaming might not be your thing, but I still put in ‘REAL world content’ that you will most definitely find to be amusing. Loads with funny pictures I edited, and fun topics I posted containing humour, insight, and amusement. ūüôā

You might also find the pictures to be pleasant to look at as well, which I hope you still continue to endorse, if you have a tumblr as well, please show your support.


¬†¬† (This tumblr features a high elf¬† who lives in Skyrim. She claims to be ‚Äėinsane‚Äô and a member of the Yakuza, and always posts things oriental, yakuza, or ingame related content. She is mostly humorous, yet sometimes posts cryptic messages‚Ķ) 

 (This tumblr is about an orc that likes conspiracies, the government, and may have a bunch of funny rambling that she will do about the government, aliens, and Illuminati. She usually offers comic relief, but can post some pretty startling revelations as well.)


I have many ideas, and could create even more tumblrs, but for now, these are pretty fun to simply engage in and view, I really do hope that you

please consider viewing in you leisure. ūüôā

Thank you very much.


-From your epic friend

Gregory Thomas

Hi Everyone, I’m gunna be opening up way more of Cascadia Legends :)


Hello everybody. ūüôā

In case you probably didn’t notice, I had recently made the site private. But I’m gunna be opening it up now.

Not only will I open the site, I’m also going to open “Cascadia Adventures”

Now some of those Cascadia Adventure stories might have pics, but some might not. I know the new ones may not have any, or just a singular pic, not sure.

But soon the whole sight will be open.


It’s gunna take me awhile to work on editing the Cascadia Adventures side, because I changed some stuff, but it should still be awesome. My only request is that none of my work or material me stolen, or posted anywhere on¬†other material, website, book, or media, without letting me know or asking please. Thank¬†you.

-from an old friend,

          Gregory Thomas

The Old Man’s Misery


Heart don’t beat like it used to;

love doesn’t flow, like it’s supposed to-

I am dried out, like abandoned soap;

I am raw, off regret and woe-

80 years off a regret, that shall haunt this old man;

the years of terrible choices, I shall never ever withstand-

a lifeless corpse walks the path around the bed;

living while dying as I am, the living dead-

with nothing but the conscience left over,

from the very past that I’ve led…

Copyrightcopyright December 18, 2014

The Heart That Duels Hope


I am older than dirt. Dirt covers frozen bodies, like skin cloaks over the soul. I waited like a man wanting something, but something is fickle, like a change of heart, lo, what cruelest change of heart. She strides ever  so, her lonely soul;

she wanders adrift, amongst the frozen snow. And I a,m in awe, of the very thing I admire, the very same essence, I shalt nay acquire. For she walks the walkway above me, while I am upon cruel ground;

she fades in and out, her very beauty, and walts with nay a  sound-

she is, the cold shoulder, the body that turns it’s back on you;

For she is the empty school made damned, teaching men how to lose.

As in this, I, am taught very well;

I am a scholar of being;

an empty former self.

I wander alone, and thus this is so;

does not despair torment thee, of their very souls?

I watched many years fall apart in her eyes;

I heard the fading wails of winter, until it die-

she and I are like as, and like as is cruel;

the way the broken heart wars with hope, and to the death, they duel-

I am older than dirt, still lonely at heart;

waiting for the dirt to cover over, and cover me over until dark…

Copyrightcopyright December 15, 2014