Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Classify 2.0
Summoner: Beast spirit inside. Can contain other animal spirits and use for battle
Beast Inside: Naruto, Kurama, and
Beast summon: either summon from beast’s living area or from inside.

Fighter: trained in skill, chi, and other
Example: Samurai Clampoo, Ruroni Kenshin, Naruto, Yu Yu Hakusho

Gifted: natural power, can evolve power but can’t change it. doesn’t need much energy or special conditions to use power.
Example: X- Men, Justice League, Teen Titans, and Fire Starter

Mystic: spell caster, wiard, etc.
Examples: Charmed, Merlin, Harry Potter, and Zatch Bell

Cursed: person that has inner demons so powerful physical. Can’t stop hurting
Example: Werewolf, Vampire, Homunculus, and Mummy

I must insist again that you PM me your classification. I ask you to think a lot about this. Cursed have no control, I hope no one answer cursed. No half breeds.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Any thoughts
A sickly image stomping through the forest, gluttony the devil finally awakens. The fat monster crushes my frail human body then throws it to the ground. He will stomp me into oblivion if my strength gives out. I summon my devil form, Sever, and stop the foot seconds before my demise. I throw the monster on his back and get up on my feet. I see the several other demons coming to kill me. The demons are lust, the discussing lizard ape, fear the swarm of parasites, rage, the walking wall of fire, and finally envy the tormentor. I grow my horns, my skin turns red and my third eye grows open; I will send them back to the damned pit of fire and darkness. The devil’s spirit eats the other demons and fuels the soul my form is forced to contain. This worthless white light within does nothing more than burn me as I become entertained or at peace. I seek ultimate power and nothing, not even my personal demons, will stand against my will. I believed that I could gain this power by a simple cycle. I would go to another planet, destroy its heroes, then drain the life straight from the planet and finally rest in the core of the planet until it breaks apart into meteors and the meteor that I am in goes to another living planet and start the cycle again. I underestimated the opponent I sought out. The demonic realm has no torment as the king of blue fire’s power. His strength towers over any sentient life in the realms of existence. He will arrive by the third light’s birthday when mortals an have some decency. The only power beyond the king’s is the creating light and so he needs the light to return from the realm in which his duty has been served to the light’s Priors and Priests. I only battled him in a vision, but I can still feel the pain. I need a faster cycle to take power because I am no longer able to take in souls of others. If my supernatural Web friends read this I am open to opinions. I’ll take anything.

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Fanfiction of teen titans "intermition of other storys"
Misplaced Pt.1

From 1888 to 1897, my rein on humanity was through fear and confusion and would have lasted ages longer if not for a Mr. Van Helsing. Helsing was believed to be nothing more than a character of the newest book Dracula, but in fact was the most successful paranormal hunter. He sealed me away in a iron coffin in December 13, 1897. Then sent it away to Germany, were it lay dormant until August 16th, 1939; were it was found by Nazis. They treated my tomb as a good luck charm. Near the end of their war, the Germans secretly sent it to America believing that my coffin was a bad luck charm. Then it lay with an eccentric private collector and his heirs. Finally one fateful night I was stolen, believed to be a chest full of treasure. The fool actually opened the top of my prison out of blind greed. I rose as I breathed in my first breath of life in close to two hundred years. I looked at my captor and then at my hand, I noticed I hadn’t aged ever since I was sealed away, I looked fifteen years of age. I looked at my captor again in midair, more closely this time, I noticed she was young, pale, and had pink hair. I descended to the ground and introduced myself as they called me in the streets of London, “The Displacer”. She said she was called “Jinx”. I bowed, then kissed her hand, finally I stated, “I am in your debt, Madame Jinx”. She was hesitant then pulled away, she asked me what was the joke and I replied that my intensions were as pure as winter snow. She then concocted a plan that I was proud to offer my assistance in. She wanted to teach her old friends a lesson, quite painfully I might add. I was to use my abilities to stop them in a robbery and take a dive once she started fighting. My ability was to rearrange any physical structure or physical body to my choosing, I could also mess someone’s head up very badly. I disabled the small one with the spider legs first, by turning the metal arms into a heavy coat. That was my opportunity for introduction. Then I fought a man that could fight like he was made of shadow, so I got him stuck into a wall and tossed him on his side. The multiplying man was the most difficult, but started messing up his copies due to yours truly and when he went back together I punched him in the face, instant KO. And as came toward the Cyclops, Jinx knocked me down with her spell that tore the ground beneath me. Later she revealed the scam and told them they needed to focus or something like that. We then did a job to invade this odd shaped tower to “steal some secrets”. My job was to occupy a vigilantly known as kid flash, until they got what they wanted. The kid flash did not show, but we hurried before he could. They had a plan to revive someone and turn her evil. Now I’m as evil as anyone, but I have a code so I sabotaged the machine right before use, thinking the statue would be destroyed. The girl revived, but started fighting us. This was a most fortuitous turn around, in the chaos I took Jinx away with me while the others ran like cattle. I later returned to the girl, with Jinx unconscious, and started talking to her after she tired herself out. She told me her life story and Jinx told me of the rest of the story, due to my persuasive nature, once she came to. This story intrigued me, I wasn’t about to let my title be taken by a disembodied organ. I then left them both to search for this “Brotherhood of evil”, so to annihilate them.

Misplaced Pt.2

“I will not be bested by such mortal pawns”, I said to myself as I walked this dessert. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud roar of an engine behind me. I turned and a large vehicle crashed into me. Under the vehicle, I heard a variety of voices and the word “titans” as in the teen titans, so I decided to disguise my intellect with an accent and yelled at them to let me out. My false personality, was of a ill tempered, energetic, punk that loved to fight. They dug me out of the wreckage and we began to converse, as my brilliant mind began working on a plan to use them as a tool against the brotherhood. They said they were meeting with an informant that would give them the location of the brotherhood’s newest base. They asked if I was the informant, but I said, “I ain’t smart enough to get that kind of job”. It turns out that the crash broke there ship, so they would have to walk the rest of the way. I was trying to fight off my grin that I had obtained from my good fortune. My skills allowed my to conjure a fake sand storm. I separated there team into three groups: Robin and Raven; Beastboy and Cyborg; and starfire and the stranger, Displacer. The night came quickly. Starfire showed unusual concern for her friends, but I couldn’t care less, I convinced her to go into a nearby cave before another storm arose. I trapped her in deep within the caves wall. Then I started to interrogate her on her friends’ skills with my persuasive power. I finally had my plan, I held the starfire hostage and took another hostage, Cyborg, but did not make this act known to the others. I met up with the titans and acted like I never saw them. We went ahead with the plan, thanks to Robin’s ego and arrived in what looked like an old west ghost town. The informant didn’t show, but a huge bolder went raceing toward me. The attacker was Tera, no doubt still remembering our little chat. The titans were blocked off from us, Tera’s doing, she must have wanted a fight one on one. She did manage to detain me under 20 tons of earth. The titans were all assembled and angry when I got up. I tried to work my like act of playing dumb. But, when they all rushed to attack I pulled out my trump card of the two hostages. I told them to either help me become the dominate force in the word or the two can starve to death.

Misplaced Pt.3

We marched to the brotherhood’s front door, but as we were going the hate they had for me made me stronger than I ever was before. During our walk, I thought of the titans’ desperation when I vanished into their nightmares. This thought and many others also made me very powerful, powerful enough to rip the door off its hinges. I left the titans to their assigned jobs while I took the one that went to the door, Madame Rouge. I toyed with her a little but, when I got bored I merged her atoms to the metal floor. The titans reported in, all was taken care of except the brain was still around. Turns out the brain had one of the many dooms day devices attached to his little stool. He charged it up and shot me in the back. This device had some kind of bang because it shot me through some wormhole and I landed in a cave. The cave was familiar to me and then it hit me like two tons from three stories high. I heard Tera, just as surprised a the day of her revival. I understood it he shot me out to a universe were I didn’t exist. I had to lay low and hide in those caves because of this. I need to let the titans infiltrate the brother hood’s base on their own so I don’t get shot twice. And so I now feed on the fear, hate, and pain of my enemys, waiting for my day to shine as the ultimate power. And when I steal all the brain’s toys, I will be forevermore invincible through out all existence.

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Hate is Eternal Pt1
Seven thirty, the dogs are back at the gate, those thilthy dogs of our furer. They rip the place apart searching for the furer’s ghosts. The leave without a word, just a big mess. It may anger us but we must be tolerant or we will get a short drop and a heavy stone. The headaches are worse than ever today, but I tell the others to go back to sleep and volunteer to clean the mess. I do this to feel useful, you see I am a tenant not a worker of this establishment. My name is Alan Dante Smith, but those who think they are my friends call me “Ads”, I’m not sure who first used that name, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hate it. I have been living here for three years, ever since my real home burned to the ground due to chemical reaction. I had a short lived hobby in chemistry and saw the accident as a sign from above. After cleaning the mess and fixing the door I went to bed myself. Late the next day I awoke to the sound of my door being banged on. I also heard a voice saying, “ Ads you’ll miss the show” over and over again. The voice was the son of my across the hall neighbor, his name was Benjamin Stone. Ben and I were not the best of friends, in fact, he constantly proved to be the bane of my existence. Ben wasn’t a mean kid, just thick and energetic. Luckily, his father, David Stone, took his son away before I had to deal with him. I went back to sleep and did not awaken again until that night. I found that living at night was better for my condition than the busy day. It was time to get the money I would later use for my rent. I caught sight of a wanderer suspiciously limping to a dark side of town. I followed this wander, suspecting foul play, to a very old house. He went in and I walked further on so not to raise his suspicions. I walked in a mile long circle and entered the house through the back door, as quiet as a church mouse. I heard a man’s voice giving a dominance speech to someone I could not see as of yet. I snuck in his house as intangible as dust in a shadow. Then I moved into the room he was in and stayed at his back to observe the situation. He had a woman tied to a chair, bound, gagged, and clothes ripped off. I could only imagine what sick thoughts were going through his head, such deeds sicken me. I then made my presence known and to my surprise he came at me with a knife. Fortunately, I was faster at my task than he was at his. I lodged my fangs into his neck and drank his red essence. When I had my fill, I let him drop to the ground and took his knife. I used the knife to free the woman and found her some rags to wear, I then searched the dead body for money and took all he had. The woman and I agreed not to talk of this ever again, an agreement that I thought she understood, but apparently didn’t because she went looking for me with a drawing she made. She found me while I was paying my land-lord and embarrassed me with a greeting that is what the locals call a, “girl hug”. It burned my flesh and I assumed I was tackled so I tossed her. She was knocked out so went to my room. She came to my room apologizing and giving praise to me. My reaction were in two simple words, “go home”. She seemed broken and I thought she was going to cry, but instead smacked me. To make my hate for the situation unbearable, little Ben started chanting, “Ads’ got a girl friend”. His father hurried the boy away, no doubt remembering what happened the last time something like this happened. David’s wife was cheating on him and made a move on me. I invited the whore into my room and drank her half to death and sent her back next door; she’s been sick ever since. The girl demanded an apology for my earlier aggression and my previous statement as well. I slammed the door in her face. The next night I went out for a walk and there she was waiting. I asked myself, why does she persist as she tormented my intellect, that I had acquired over centuries of life, with her mindless drivel. Then when I was so close to a chance to leave her, she said something that aroused an emotion I thought long dead , Fear. She said that she was employed by Gaeron, Gaeron a demonic creature with barely a flicker of a soul. She also said she was sent to me to invite me to a boat ride that Gaeron and I would be meeting.
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Thursday, December 8, 2005

success
I have defeated the dragon of the laberynth and the alchemy duo of chaos. Injurys: inerds chared and resemble hot tar, face pumeled "wear mask now", 20 bones broken, 5 bones shattered, burned markings on palms, steaked left shoulder, axe head lodged in rib cage, and missing tail.
I will be resting in black water and holy water in my stone coffin. tommorrow I fight the mystic of tech and then rest for natural healing.
Until I see you again, please look for my tail. Its red with dark grey and black stripes 7 feet long
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Wednesday, December 7, 2005

random
An unbearable, unnatural pain caused by the victim’s enjoyment of dark deeds such as lying, stealing, lusting, killing, hating, and thoughts of such. The pain is made from gilt and the power of my personal demon labeled # 23 AKA Retribution. It is made to be more painful than any intentional or accidental pain ever to be experienced on this or any physical world. It is the very energy believed to be hell by my belief. The thought of hell fills my mind with fear and doubt, probably why the only horror movie to scare me was hell raiser. I have focused this power into a fiery eye much like Sauron and put it away in my mind. That power if unleashed will weaken me by 20 fold.

I have three trials before I am allowed to obtain One of the king’s spell books. The first trial was the labyrinth of spells, I passed that with my silver blade armor. Tomorrow is the trail against the Alchemic beast and the homunculus that controls it. My final trail is against Magic meets Tech on Friday. I need this spell book and I am not stopping until the power, the king of blue fire feared so much, is mine.

When I have this spell book I can make my spell book to earn the west nation of the first world.

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Saturday, December 3, 2005

   Energy focuses in three styles: lines, spots, and waves.
Advanced techniques without elemental intervention. Developed by Master Singe

Puzzle Ball: swirl strings to a hardened sphere. Keep parts of the sphere separate and tie the strings to lock the ball. The ball will move after releasing the strings until the sphere’s holes link then explode. Delayed attack.

Sun Lens: one empty energy sphere in the center, five smaller spheres circling. On the smaller spheres lines of energy hungry power link to them. The sphere is used for intercepting energy attacks, the center sphere focuses the energy into one magnified blast. X= energy intercepted, Y= host’s energy.
X2 + Y2 = attack

Pulse Base: locate planets gravitational field, focus it into a sphere. Then clone the gravity sphere. One sphere under the surface, the clone above. The spheres will attract use your energy to keep them bouncing apart and together. If you have any energy left, focus a small energy to revolve around the clone. Once the small energy touches the clones the energy shoots at another energy other than yours and return the revolution. The energy of your opponent is taken and the bouncing starts to increase the gravity. The original gravity sphere will mimic the clone and take energy from the planet. The attack continues until the ball breaks from too much energy and gravity setting off a huge explosion.

Fear Strings: giant sphere overhead roots through body into ground and binds enemy. Strings root into booth brains. Enemy is then burdened with the attackers negative thoughts ( Fear mostly) and the attack feeds on the fear that is being put into the other’s body. Then the attack is thrown to the target and explodes on impact.

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Friday, December 2, 2005

slider
Slider: experiment 374010. Attempt to make invulnerable solder. Process destabilizing atomic structure: high speed rotation and revolving around energy field of high radiation levels I.E. small blue sun. at the speed .00001 of light energy ray targets body at once per revolution. Energy is of specimen 214428 AKA “Chi”.
Near end of process the artificial star nearly reached nova, as a counter measure the rotation and revolution was unnaturally increased to .03 of the speed of light. The additional energy of the artificial star was fused with the host by a combination of centrifugal force, static electricity, and high magnetism. Body of volunteer was severely burned but still alive. 4 hours after being sent to the infirmary the volunteer’s body secreted a blue oily substance. The substance covered his whole body and started pulsating. The substance solidified as the volunteer’s new skin then merged with his hair. Opening his eyes for the first time in a month of recovery we notices that they had a reflective coating. Under further inspection we noticed that he had gained the abilities that our top scientist had noted. He could skate on any surface, even liquid, and as a self defense mechanism any attack would slide off or through his body without nearly any negative after effects. When an attack went through him it would take a good deal of energy out of him. His power also allowed him to reach much higher velocity than anticipated. His attack was using his subatomic aura of energy to sicken his enemy through radiation or amplifying his attacks’ force by 10 to 30 fold. He was equipped of a special uniform materialized into a nano-fiber power amplifying costume. He was legally dubbed guardian of the Ivory City of Alcanias. Over seeing this project were the elite scientists, Ivan Moore, Fredrick Miner, Alan Lector, and Jessica Styles. That was the last project they all did before Fredrick Miner was bought out by Black Arrow.
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Frames the speed and sight
Frames: advanced condition of obsessive compulsive disorder. Added natural mutation. Watched movies with film slowed so to count. Hobby of counting frames in a movie. Also counts “frames” of life. Mutation allows simulation of going faster than the frames. High speed combat. Mech- eye ware due to eyes bleeding due to hobbie. Also Sherlock Holmes eye for detail. Paranoid checks everything thoroughly.
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Thursday, December 1, 2005

   Argument of psyco duo
Crane: look at them. they are like ugly apes with beaks.
Loath: not that you look any better. you cut off your face, for the love of God.
Crane: You're one to talk; your wearing human skin.
Loath: ..........., so how do you want to kill them today
Crane: You read the bible right?
Loath: sometimes, why?
Crane: We could piss so cops off by using a puote thing.
Loath: you mean a passage?
Crane: Yeah, these people are just one step away from us and it scares them to.
Loath: I was thinking that we copy off a movie, so the fat slobs can feel important. then we kill them
Crane: Okay, which one?
Loath: I was thinking "saw" or "strangeland"
Loath: now that think of it we would look like those qu**** at the bar that the police call "sexually frustrated" because they drink blood.
Crane: So what do you want to do?
Loath: Let's kill some queers and some goths and use the money they got on them for some movies.
Crane: can I skin them?
Loath: only the back, the cops might get off there a## and come soon as the Q***** scream.
Crane: what movie do you want?
Loath: we need some insperation, so Suspect Zero and The Cell
Crane: can I get Fight Club?
Loath: Alright, but only if you let me eat there eyes.
Crane: again with the eyes, you nag more than my dead wife did.
Loath: come on, I let you eat there hearts.
Crane: fine but I'm not watching it with you.
Loath: why can't you grow a spin like this one when those drive by guys throw you a piece of your mother.
(Crane shoots loath in the head)
(Crane is then arrested later that afternoon during the murder of all the hookers in "Joints")

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