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Chapter 9: The Machine
Date: Friday, 6th of November, 1953
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 51
Location: In a small cave, somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
I woke up this morning to a loud grinding sound, steam, machine sounds, all that. The machine is complete. As I got closer to inspect it, the center opened up like a mouth. I don't think I'm safe here with that thing opened...
Date: Friday, 6th of November, 1953
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 51
Location: In a small cave, somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
As I walked past the machine to leave the cave, shadow hands grabbed me and pulled me in. I woke up in a strange land, a man shouting at me, saying I wasn't supposed to be here. He kind of looked like a magician I saw at a circus once. There doesn't seem to be a way out, and all I have is my diary, some gears, a cane, and the clothes on my back. At least I still have my lucky hat, I suppose. I suppose all I can do now is... try to survive?
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Chapter 8: Dreams
Date: Friday, 4th of January, 1952
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 49
Location: In a small cave, somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
Feels like my beard is growing faster every bloody time I shave it! I do like having a nice beard and mustache, but it'll reach my toes within days of shaving!
  My dreams are getting stranger and stranger by the night; In a dark room, surrounded in black, vine-like things, a strange tune playing. At first there were just creatures with faces that look like hands, but now there's more. Strange, smiling creatures, eyes in the darkness, fat blob creatures. They don't do anything, though, just stand there. If I try to talk, no words come out. If I break free from the vine-like constraints, the dream ends. More than that: every morning I wake up to find that the machine has been worked on more. Maybe I'm doing it in my sleep? Maybe the dreams getting worse as the machine gets closer to being completed, means I'm getting closer
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Chapter 7: Cave
Date: Friday, 14th of June, 1949
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 47
Location: In a small cave, somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
house too loud now. i found cave. quiet cave! making masheen. nitemear feul powering it. i dont no wat it will do but the voises tell me it will do good thing. good things are good!
good things are good. the bluprints look like  big happy face! happy faces ar good. butty hasnt don much he just stands and stares at me. his eyes are glowing even briter! he makes stang gurgly noises to!
Date: Friday, 7th of October, 1949
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 47
Location: In a small cave, somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
What have I done? I'm sitting in a dank cave, my possessions strewn all over the flooring, an incomplete machine sitting in the middle of the cave. The floors are caked in blood, as are my hands - and my pants. I don't know where the rest of my clothing is, but at least I have my pants.
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Chapter 6: Quiet
I apologize for not writing a thing last week, but I've been busy.
Date: Friday, 17th of September, 1948
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 45
Location: Somewhere in England
Mustache awesomeness level: Super Awesome
Other place was so loud! Vroom vroom! That's all I could hear. Couldn't hear my own brain. I took my stuff and I moved them over here. Don't know where I am, but it's peaceful. I spent the last five days just walking, not even stopping to sleep. I've had nothing to eat but yogurt, and I feel fine. It's quiet here. Yes... quiet. It's quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet! I can even say it aloud, and hear an echo. Quiet! I can think, now! What do you think of that, Butty? Butty thinks it's very nice. I named my Rabbit Butler Butty. His eyes are still glowing and such, but he's still him. I've almost forgotten what he'd looked like before. Gosh, that must have been years ago! It's so quiet here! Here with Butty and my fuel. I don't remember why I stopped using it, it's so amazing!
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Chapter 5: Insanity
Date: Friday, 17th of May, 1947
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 43
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Very Awesome
It's bee exactly 2 years since I lost my eye. I can still see perfectly; as though it was still in my head! Sometimes I feel a cold liquid oozing from the empty socket, and when I wipe it from my face, I find the cursed black goo dripping down my finger. It has to be my imagination! It just has to be! I just need to take a long nap.
Date: Friday, 18th of May, 1947
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 43
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Very Awesome
The voices in my head are becoming louder, more aggressive, more threatening. The Mechanical Butler's eyes have started to...glow. A dim, white glow, shining from its eyes. It's metal is becoming pale and its "teeth" are becoming sharper. It doesn't act any different. It's still loyal, does what I ask, acts as friendly to me as I do to it. I'm sure it's nothing. I must be going insane, th
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Chapter 4: I think eye balls'd up!
Date: Friday, 17th of May, 1945
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 41
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Very Awesome
I've not been feeling well. The doctor said there's nothing wrong with me, but I've been ill for the past few months. It's probably all in my head; almost everything is these days. My decrepit mind spews nothing but terrible hallucinations or destructive ideas. At least I've found out why that rabbit went ******* and tried to kill everyone: a hormone. I forgot what it's called, but that seems to be what caused it. I retried the experiment without it, and behind me sits my one friend, sticking it's fingers down it's throat-tube out of curiosity as to what the pieces are. The last living thing I have to talk to. I had another plan: some sort of vehicle. I've forgotten what it was, as well. From what's left of it, I'm guessing it was some sort of flying machine. I think I thought it would work. I mean I had to have thought it would work, or else I wouldn
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Chapter 3: The Brass Beast
Date: Friday, 13th of August, 1943
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 39
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Fairly awesome
After years of testing, I invented a box-like machine that automatically fed and dealt with the animals feces. They could even have a little jog if they wanted to - it was very nice and roomy. Anyway, I created a mechanical suit that the box could fit into. It was perfect! It could move it's arms, it's legs, it's head! I was *perfect* - until it went crazy. Oooooh, did it go crazy. First; it pinned me against the wall and started headbutting me! I had to grab my unnecessarily pointy wrench and give it a good whack. Then, the bloody thing just walked out of my shop! I was in too much pain from having my nose squashed into my face to know exactly what happened after that, but I know it wasn't good!
    When I did wake up, still in agony, I hobbled outside to see what was going on.There was fire, bodies! Apparently there was an explosion i
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Chapter 2: Visitors
Date: Friday, 24st of November, 1939
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 35
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Getting better
7 years ago, I discovered a strange, black, substance. Still haven't thought of a name for it. Anyway! Since then I have discovered so much more, opened so many windows. It's magical! It's really magical! I can create toys with it - and they come to life! I've not been able to put said living dolls up for sale though; they tend to whisper terrible things. This stuff I've found is pure evil, but I can create such good out of it! It's like they say: "All bad things can be made good." Is that the saying? I don't think it is. It doesn't really matter, does it? Or does it? Maybe it means nothing - but maybe it means everything.
   After thinking about it for around two hours, I came to the conclusion that the saying I wrote down -whether correct or not - does not matter. I also wanted to write about something else before I got distracted.
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Chapter 1: Discovery
Date: Tuesday, 21st of June, 1932
Name: William J. Danninghar
Age: 28
Location: Southgate, London
Mustache awesomeness level: Not very awesome
William J. Danninghar woke up, merry as ever. He hopped up out of bed, put on his fuzzy slippers and skipped his way to the kitchen for breakfast. He then cleaned up, did all the other boring stuff, naked stuff, and then got dressed. Today was a work day, so William put on his bright pink collared shirt, his dark-brown trousers, and his lime green jacket. He packed his work-things and headed out - but not before taking his lucky hat off the rack and plopping it onto his head. William loved walking - his morning walks made up almost all of his exercise.
   He spent most of his time either tending to his toy shop, or inventing toys of all kinds: dolls, small children's wooden play-sets, small statues for collectors, and even small robots. He'd found a way to create toys with clockworks and pressure plates inside them. His newest and best
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I've done it! I've created a small box-like machine, powered by one, unfortunately, very unhappy animal. It's very simple: The animal's brain is trained to breathe much deeper than normal, as it breathes in, it's gut pushes a tiny button, making gears move and such, many other complicated science-y things, which created more power!

    How does the creature inside stay alive, you ask? A small container of fertile dirt, constantly growing small, leafy vegetables, as well as a tank for cleaning and providing water! The creature's droppings also go trough a tube to help fertilize the crops. The crops get their light from a small hole in the box.

After creating a humanoid shell using the same technology as the box - along with a few extra parts that allow the creature inside to control the robotic suit, and putting the rabbit that was previously in the box into it, he has gone mad with excitement! And is enjoying... killing people in the streets. I'm sure I can talk through to Mr. Wigglesworth and settle him down! I seem to be on his good side - or else I would probably be dead, too!

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I invent stuff! And things - better not forget the things, or they'll hurt me again!

A deviantart account I just created to share some things about William that aren't in-game; like his backstory, explanations on how his inventions work, etc.
I made this because I enjoy drawing, coding, and writing. But I don't really write much - so I made this to give me a reason to write!

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