Brian Oliver

Born: November 14th, 1976
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown

Desidia (Sloth)

After scoring their first against the Dying Light

The Lost Child and his Seven Decadent Tykes

wanted to celebrate in their hard on for Chaos

but had to leave one behind to watch prisoner Kwan

and the crew voted on that  flacking slacker Brian Oliver

the type so mother sucking lazy to be considered follower

for that title took too much for even him to live up to.

Lady Lost grabbed the lobotomized lay about by the balls

and warned that lazy ass his failure would meet its claws

and rip the anti productive punk into human venison

 and devour him sending to the hell of eternal production.

The slouching slickster mustered enough energy to wake

and give what little attention he could muster to make

to ensure that James Kwan’s escape can’t be his mistake!

Dying Light Teammates extraordinaires

Patty Walle and Domingo Tom affaires

in the breakout of James Kwan at the lair

of The Dark began when they stared

at the sluggish slacker before the pair.

Patty, offended by Oliver’s waste of time

and lack of direction to her was a crime

against humanity and found it insanity

but Domingo warned against her vanity

and preached that deliberate pacing  wins races

but to her, against the Sloth, she had all the aces

and with trademarked assertion she dove

unaware she was walking into a subversive flow.

Brian with an economy of movement reached

for his cursed harmonica blew into it a speech

the was a composition of confusion that hypnotized

Ms Walle to stall and with her enthralled,

proceeded to give to the perpetual mover shaker

a lesson about the nature of humans and their maker.

Domingo realized that reinforcements were needed

and the Dark forces skills were to be defeated

only by power in number and community

and they could swallow division but not unity.

Domingo ran but he would be back…

Brian spoke to his nemesis in measured mockery

“Witch, let me tell me about what I think is crockery

about your misguided beliefs about the value of time.

My master showed me repeatedly the limits of your Boy

and his crusade for the destruction of the spiritual void

that my wild leader worked hard to maintain save us

from a life of meaningless actions that we fuss

will provide Earth fertility and a sense of accomplishment.

I look around and see morons trying to give their best

to prove in their minds this is all going somewhere

when all I see is them running from a sense of despair

that’s deep in mind, body and soul of the collective.

To keep the mind busy is to run from the glaring truth

that to not lift a finger is equal to fruitful works

they both mean nothing but without the berth,

to be lazy ensures less chance of pain and hurt

that comes with striving for something of worth

that isn’t promised and you bust your ass off

while getting by a dream, no, a lie tossed

to the masses of happiness in a constructed bubble

of two faced backstabbing legions of Man, troubled

by conscience and exploitation. I love you too much

to compete against you, so I decided to deride such

competition and join the true Master to release us all

of this incestuous conflict that will lead to our fall

and kill the Boy who lied to my blindsided race

that ignored unity to be trapped in perpetual disgrace…”

In the recesses of her mind, the unturned Patty Walle

hoped that her comrades came to save them soon.

Cause she could not believe this bum had the gall

to vomit this backwards logic as mankind’s boon…

“Oh. My. God. Shut. The. Hell…UP!”