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|A little but Beautiful water fall, this is the enhanced picture of the original and was taken at Pear Tree Park in Gaston, South Carolina.|
Favourite cartoon character: Pink Panther and Looney Toons (classic)
I am mainly on Skype RPing and/ or doing some Computer / Art work. While listening to music. Whoot Whoot.
I love to Roleplay and have been told I am a great roleplayer. I have many Characters and will make new ones or reuse old ones from past rps that are not around any more. I am willing to rp anything at all. From Themed to Go-Alongs, Even Exotic rps, Animals, Anthros, Animes etc. You Name it I will Rp it, even if its something new, I'll give it a try!
Previous Accounts: <-- Doing a name change on this one to be my new one soon.
Livestream: original.livestream.com/crysta… (thinking of name change)
Thirteen Crystal Skulls Ch. 2Soon after they had set off, Anne went looking for Gregory. She seemed to be finding everyone but her beloved, though, as she searched above, below, starboard, everywhere.
"You looking for Gregory, Adam?" Anne jumped violently and whipped around, sword already in her hand. When she saw who it was, she smiled sheepishly and hurriedly put her weapon away.
"Reflex. Sorry." She apologized, straightening her stance and gripping her hands behind her back. "But, yes. What have you done with him, if you don't mind me asking, sir." Cobham made a face, and then said,
"Call me Captain, or James, boy. I'm not even three years older than you; makes be feel like an old geezer." Anne suppressed a grin, letting only a smile tip up the corners of her mouth.
"Aye, Captain." She complied. He smiled and nodded, as if hearing that suited him.
"Now, about your friend. He's asleep in the Captain's quarters. Collapsed after I finished fixing him up." Anne frowned at this new information. "No worries thou
Message from a Metal BallMessage in a Metal Ball
Tokyo 12:00 PM.
People are going about their normal lunch routine and getting a bite to eat and we follow a Familiar Character as he looks for a place to eat.
Savage: *yawns.* man, I'm so bored. I need something to do, I feel like I'm getting sluggish. I need to find something to get my claws in. *sniffs the air and purrs.* hmmm, but first, time to get some lunch in my belly!! *he walks down to a fish market and walks around the different stalls.* Oh boy, I love how humans set everything out! *walked by one stand and grabbed a handful of shrimp and plopped them into his mouth.* Who ever came up with the free buffet was a genius. *walks by another stall and slurps up an eel and snaps up a flounder.* Anyways, time to see what that damn fox, Seth wanted me to see. *grabbed a Tuna and eats it as he heads into town, with some angry Market Workers shouting behind him.* *Halfway into the city, he spotted what he was looking for and sighed.* He never learns to take huma
Shadow Wars PreludeShadow Haunt
A range of mountain in the Night-Realm that is the domain of the Demo Shade-Beasts, a race of beasts that can assume human form as well as animal form.
During the Night-Realm wars, they were the second main force of Chaos's army that would go into places where larger soldiers could not enter and slay his enemies.
But, with his defeat, the Demo Shade-beast went into hiding from the Shade-beast who allied with the Night Empress, along with those still loyal to Chaos.
With the Night Empress ruling the Night-Realm, everyone lived in peace, but soon, all of that will change. Darkness is returning to the Night-Realm and the human world.
The Shadow Wars are about to begin.
Shadow Wars Pt 1Shadow Wars Part 1
Deep in Shadow Haunt, The Demo Shade-beast and allies are preparing themselves for the coming war. Rumors had been circling that the Veil between the Worlds was weakening and that Chaos would be freed from the curse set upon him by the Night Empress. No one really believed the rumors, until he came. From a rift came a Dragon Shade-beast of great power, the likes of which could only be on par with Chaos.
He called himself Kitri and said he was the second in command to Chaos and was the one who started the rumor, to gather an army for the Lord of Darkness's return, to crush the Night Empress and her forces. But, to do so, they need to first free their leader and remove a Powerful ally to the Empress. Kitri was ready to begin the war.
"Yes, soon all will be ready for Chaos's return, but first I need the one ingredient to complete the first ritual." He hissed as he sent a mental call. A shadow appears behind him and a figure dressed in a leather trench coat with a
The Ballad of Steve T.
Can't you hear that whistle whine,
sounding like the steel is crying
for the melancholy deed it will perform,
as his blood slickens the track
and the driver pulls the brake
of the train that would take one gay Christian home?
Typesetters all around me,
printing pulp theology
under contract to the straight and narrow way,
heard the locomotive scream,
and the old one said, "I dreamed
Some poor college boy was gonna die today."
Profs are weeping in the chapel
how poor Stevie's in the morgue,
while Trustees went on the record:
It's a sin against the Lord,
He won't let them in the Kingdom;
we don't let them in the dorms.
After all, if they'd just pray, they could reform.
They say he knelt as if to pray
as the engine rolled his way,
with his arms for blessing crossed over his breast.
Fridge Poem for the Zanni
I go Fall trippin' UP to the c o o l Air
of this s w e e t Hurricane Hope
Alone with my suitcase full of v a i n cartoon memory,
the Loyalty of remembered G o dLY laughter,
an A g e of infantile t o n g u e-Kissed play icons,
and my l i f e t i m e Appetite to understand
H o w by your voodoo walk of flingING b o d y & Spirit Scroll
together with other jivin' children of h a p p y Error
You create Sublime Grace d r e a m s
from W I L D scratch.
Conan and The City Of Kells 2820 A.D. Abbey Of Kells, Ireland
Brother Brendan sighed as he watched the people of the city from the bell tower. He was glad that he now helped rebuild the city of Kells, and
finish writing the Book Of Kells, but he felt sad for he realized that he was in love. He was in love with the fairy girl who had shown him the
forest outside the wall and had helped him defeat Crom Cruach, but sadly, he cannot show love to women for he was a man of God and had to spread
the word of Christ to the pagans of Ireland. He spent little time in the forest ever since that day he last saw her, which was 6 years ago to this
day. All of a sudden, Brother Tang came running up to Brendan. "Brother Brendan, we have someone at the main gate. He says he's a King."
Brother Brendan went out of the tower to see what the Asian Monk was talking about, since it was now his responsibility to negotiate
with foreigners since his uncle had already passed away. The gates were already beginning to open, and the stranger be
Conan and The City Of KellsConan and the city of Kells
Between the sinking of Atlantis and the rise of Babylon, there was an age undreamed of. An age where prehistoric beasts and mythological
creatures roam, an age of gods and sacrifices, both animal and human. An age of dark sorcery and war. Hither in this time, came Conan of Cimmeria
who would trek across all of Hyboria, and would become King of the world's most powerful kingdom, Aquilonia. He lead the kingdom to a great age, and
abdicates his throne to his son Conan II, and leaves Aquilonia to go explore the Western seas. This is where our story begins.
9,960 B.C., Western sea (Future Sargasso Sea)
The rains pattered amongst the ship's deck as the waves bashed hard against the wood. The ship's men keep yelling at each other to lower the sails
and move through the water. Some of the men were beginning to pray to Mitra, while few of them were already beginning to weep and panic because they
believe they might die. Only one man was not afraid, and he wore
ServitorI dance and play for him, though I know not why.
He justs sits there, drooling and babbling, waving his tentacles around.
The others around him also dance and play for him
The sounds of our flutes seems to calm him down, but I do not
know if this is preventing something or not.
I believe that it will end one day, and I will be
free with the others and will no longer be a servitor
We want ONE thingWe sing in the night
We cry in the day
We scream and fight and beg
We ask for help
We beg for mercy
We want peace
We want a simple thing
That ONE thing that we want
For our children
You TORTURE them
I do not speak of those blubbering little infants in the strollers on the street
I speak of
Those ones that cannot help themselves
I speak of
If THEY defend themselves against you, it is called
If you attack or maim them it is called heroism.
I think things are swapped in this pathetic human world.