haha this is just an assignment for English class in which i was required to use as many vocabulary words as i could, and i think it turned out epically so i just wanted to post it for the enjoyment of my fellow gaians! x3 P.S. some of the words i used were vocabulary words from two years ago that i found suitable and put in there xD
My heresy had caused me to be castigated yet again. I was staring blankly at the insipid decorating of the office in the highest tower of our dogmatic leader's bastion. I was a mercenary who, being from an area of the world where such beliefs as his were anathema, was castigated by the rest of my legion. Eventually, I grew accustomed to the ignominy from the bacchanalian fools who filled themselves to the brim with strong libations and acted the opposite of gauche, but this time, I fought back. What they fought for was wrong and I knew it, but I would not go unpunished for my rebellion. Our irascible leader was a man full of temerity and avarice, the complete opposite of one called gregarious; I had simply spoken against his so called “righteous” cause for war and he was now preparing to jettison me from his army of brainwashed soldiers and ostracize me from his vast empire. A copious motley of men was approaching the office to extradite me to my homeland, which I was grateful for, but I knew it would be an unpleasant trip. I was already quite emaciated as I had been starved several times for my previous acts and could not handle another paucity of food or drink. Their leader was an extremely meticulous man, but I could tell he had been drinking and took advantage of his temporary carelessness, furtively moving against the walls behind the shadows. By the time his goons had arrived, I was hidden and he quickly panicked, sounding for a search. The alarms rang loudly, echoing in my mind as I escaped his land of darkness never looking back; I was finally free.
My heresy had caused me to be castigated yet again. I was staring blankly at the insipid decorating of the office in the highest tower of our dogmatic leader's bastion. I was a mercenary who, being from an area of the world where such beliefs as his were anathema, was castigated by the rest of my legion. Eventually, I grew accustomed to the ignominy from the bacchanalian fools who filled themselves to the brim with strong libations and acted the opposite of gauche, but this time, I fought back. What they fought for was wrong and I knew it, but I would not go unpunished for my rebellion. Our irascible leader was a man full of temerity and avarice, the complete opposite of one called gregarious; I had simply spoken against his so called “righteous” cause for war and he was now preparing to jettison me from his army of brainwashed soldiers and ostracize me from his vast empire. A copious motley of men was approaching the office to extradite me to my homeland, which I was grateful for, but I knew it would be an unpleasant trip. I was already quite emaciated as I had been starved several times for my previous acts and could not handle another paucity of food or drink. Their leader was an extremely meticulous man, but I could tell he had been drinking and took advantage of his temporary carelessness, furtively moving against the walls behind the shadows. By the time his goons had arrived, I was hidden and he quickly panicked, sounding for a search. The alarms rang loudly, echoing in my mind as I escaped his land of darkness never looking back; I was finally free.
