Flame of the Wastes

Deep in the dystopian wastes; Or other such similar wastes, they are ever so alike after all, and one never quite knows which one they might find themselves in. Especially when they were conceptualized there to begin with and it’s all they’ve known of this new. In fact, one mightn’t even have see them as ‘wastes’; That is very much an outsider’s prospective of what these lands actually are. Nay, to me they are my lovely homeland, with all the bleak darkness and lacks of color to offer. All the grays and blacks and more grays one could ever wish for. Dark, dank and dangerous necrotic feelings from all about. Perfectly normal wastes lands, thank you very much. My lands, yes. Thusly, as I wander across my lands, away from the deep regrets that grow of the pools of miasma all about, I think on what I’ve so yet seen and mentally catalog them. A story beginning at the absolute end.... or maybe it's at the absolute beginning.  A bit of more concept than anything else, currently. An I have no idea what I'm doing with these tags.  Update schedule doesn't exist, I have several projects I put off all at once and I've finally decided to put some it online. In other words, updates are slow, but they will arrive.