a rush of blood to the head
Published Sunday, June 26, 2005 by anish | E-mail this post
The cries of war burst out in the air. The ghosts of the past haunt us, their remnants scar the plagued land. It is the onset of another conflict. Herose arise to challenge fate lead their brethren to battle, their conquests sow the seeds of jealousy and desire among all. The peace is shattered. Feeble minds crack and become just another insignificant splash in the rivers of blood. The shadow comes to consume us all. The mortals must rise to shape their destiny.
Yes, its placement time.
At tip of the hat to MBT, who had students waiting in college till 1 o'clock in the night, only after which they announced the results.