Wednesday, November 2, 2005

sides of me
Red: laughing evil or burning rage
Long fangs, burned skin, long claws, raptor eyes
Blue: Innocence and chivalry, boy scout hero
Pointy ears, panther tail, wears goggles
Black: unfeeling killer, or depression
Top hat, trench coat, bloody bandages all over
White: quiet growing hate, bluntness, Passive
Completely shaved, lizard skin, shark eyes, sharpened teeth
Yellow: Desires of grandeur and hope of love
Egyptian gold outfit, crugger claws on right hand, gold yo-yo
Green: Friendly, helpful, and caring
Unshaven, heavy coat, blind folded, carries a sledge hammer

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Monday, October 31, 2005

:::TECHNICAL-DIFICULTY:::
please be patient all my random storys will come together soon.
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

   Prt. 2 snowman starts somthing
RIPPING THE VOID Pt. II

“All that comes for those who attack Alucard is pain and anger”

The sphere rose to the sky and as it left a fog came, so hick I couldn’t see my hand in front of me. I was struck from behind and someone tried to drag me off somewhere. As soon as I got all my senses back I jumped away from my kidnaper. I was still blinded so I didn’t know where to attack, but he shure did. He Plowed his fist into my face then kicked hard in my stomach. I tried to counter by attacking the limbs as they struck me but as I tried I learned that this guy knew what he was doing. I tried running, but he till attacked. I tried to defend and went through my blocks with stunning speed. My master saved me by lifting the fog with an advanced Fernal elemental technique. Once I could see my attacker Halk did the rest.
I was shamed yet again, but not by my master but by my pride. He was to be given one final task to prove himself worthy of the elemental techniques. He was to attack a man that believed himself to be a devil. The people called him Husk for he wore skin of slain demons and raggedy clothes. He was the A list among killers and the skins he wore gave him strength and powers.
The Husk planed to open a hell mouth and engulf the demons from it, so as to gain power. The husk was kicked in the head at the beginning of his chant. I then tried to punch in his face but he grabbed me and somehow pinned me down. He said I wasn’t of this world and I should go back. The hell mouth opened and he tossed me in but I managed to take him with me. I fire and imps’ screams drove me near madness.
I awoke upon a hospital bed. I was in a comma all this time and in my mind I was an adult but my body didn’t age as I slept. I was in my comma for 13 years though I only remember seven years. The nurses stared at me as if I was a ghost. It was the news not I that was alarming them. My Family were on a plane that exploded as I woke up. It was the first plane to run on some eco friendly material and that’s why it was in the news. In the footage I saw Husk or someone else with horns jumping off the plane wreckage. I grew irritated and asked to leave. The doctors said I was legally dead since yesterday night. The doctors had to do some tests. I didn’t have time for them so I killed one doctor and took his clothes.
I killed eighteen people on the way to the site. Without my master, Halk could influence me freely, but deep down I always hated people and whoever got in my way deserved in my eyes. The sight of the crash was a group of large buildings in a city called New Redwill. I didn’t remember the city from my life before, but 13 years is a long time to forget or build anew. A little girl was trapped in the debris, I could have saved her if I cared at all. The fact was my mind was set on killing this demon and nothing would stop me. The girl screamed and avalanched the ruble. Husk laughed behind me, saying I was just as bad as him. I turned and said, “I don’t care what I am, I just want you and your kind dead”.
Husk jumped at me and I grabbed his face. I crushed it slow so to hear him scream and cry. It seems death and torture are the only things my mind was set on, so I made a habit out of it. I did so until it bored me. I then roamed the streets getting money by fighting and killing. I was bored and ready to try something new, but with 2030 victims and 40 hit targets, the law was getting close to stopping me. I then moved up north, Canadian border, where I found another demon possessing a young man by the name of Ivan Son. Ivan tried to kill me when he recognized me from the police shows. I put his head on a spike when I was done with him, plus I made a local wolf very happy.
So my hopes come true, more demons on this side. Once Ivan’s head was retrieved I got a whole lot of friends to play with. I couldn’t go to long without getting caught and with the help of a secret alliance between the military and my new friends I was worn down then beaten to stay down. The next five years are of me in a white room with no doors nor windows. During my sentence a peon of a man Dr. Hide asks stupid questions and expects greatness from breaking me. “I don’t care about anyone”, I finally said, he took it as a cry for help. He was so optimistic, I might have missed him if I hadn’t hated him worse than devils. All it took was a strong, quick tug to break the restraints and after that I could take my time with him, giving him some false hope of exape then stomping his ribs until he stopped screaming. Turns out the white room is just as fragile. My next move was to exape and I got cut up bad on the way out but not as bad as those who got in my way. So I made it through this Canadian prison to Alaska where I sleep in peace waiting for some cause to awaken my rage and force. I have become an abomination, those who see me drifting frm know me as the shadow of death.

Next issue: “Knose Fear” Chapter One. Hope in the Heros

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pain in ignorance. If you don't know your expendable. If you want to know: Blood Dolls, Puppet Master, teen titan's Puppet King, Naruto's Kankuro, and House of wax
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Friday, October 21, 2005

   story time
RIPPING THE VOID

“Kill the angel and the saint beasts; The tower will fall and you will have your wish from the shadow of the dragons merged.”

“I don’t care about anyone”, I say to my doctor. Dr. Hide, the lead in his field, has been trying to cure me for five years now. He thinks I am a human and that my stories are lies. He might even be right, but they are real to me.
Even if I wanted to forget these memories, they would reawaken in my nightmares. I hate my life, but fear to end it for I’ve seen what dwells in the darkness. My fear of remembering is only surpassed by my hate for the Adam spawn. Adam I have nothing against, He was as close as humans could be to angels. One mistake was all it took to throw the world into chaos, almost poetic now that I think of it.
I was human, I had a good life, and I had peace but the day it started stole all my happiness and near my soul. I was walking home from school, the day was growing dark early. I saw a car going fast, fast as if Satan himself was on the drivers heels. I remember being pushed and the pain in my left arm. The last images of earth were my family sobbing and for some reason I hated them for it. I then started living in a dream world made by my coma.
I had a new body, a body of burnt flesh and muscle. I also remember a small child staring at me as I got to my feet. Once one both feet someone came from out the shadows and kicked me in the face. I saw my attacker, a ninja of some kind. I jumped at him out of instinct and grabbed his throat tight. The child ran screaming. I felt a burning, it was my hand against the ninja’s skin. I gripped tighter and inured the pain in some type of trance. In moments the ninja stopped squirming and I threw him to side. I decided to go in the direction the child ran, not fully aware of what I had done.
My hand healed from the burning and my body seemed to also recover from burning. I approached a village as a half man half burnt corpse. I walked through the town and smelled food. I followed the smell to an eatery and asked those that worked there for a meal. when they rejected my request the trance took me again and I killed everyone in the town. I had lost my sense of remorse and what other humanity is regarded as a soul. I was calmed by the sounds of pain and terror and was saddened when they stopped.
I was puzzled if not disturbed by my evil deeds and my reaction to them. I wondered if this was a dream or not. I racked my brain for morals, ethics, and thoughts of purity. As I slowly reentered humane stages of thought, my body changed. I was and yet I wasn’t me is the only description that comes to mind.
I was evil and good and my new form depicted this.
I saw I was being watched by someone I missed from the village. I forced him to reveal himself by punching through a tree to grab his throat. As I did this the man tried to make me a bargain with me. He said that he could help me channel my strength if I spared him. I pulled him though the tree and tried to elbow him in the stomach. The man grabbed my elbow and flipped me. I reluctantly agreed to his terms afterward.
I was taught a strange fight style called Fernal, by the old man. Fernal was to mean “Lion hunting”.
I remember training under him for five to seven years, and not knowing his name. Any time I got angry and started to destroy franticly, he would pummel me. After a time I was given a job to go with my master and defend a village from an army of monsters called nightmares.
The village was known as Gathener, “growing life”. a village of farmers and fishermen that was tormented by the prophecy of doom. We stayed at the east gate of the village waiting for the monsters. As the monsters breached the gate I saw they were so hideous I was stunned enough to be hit by the stampede. I came out of my daze and started striking vital points of the monsters.
My master and I slayed thirty five nightmares then came face to face with there lord. A towering beast of eight feet high and the most repulsive thing I had ever seen. The nightmare wore strips of skin, some from humans and some of the nightmares. He wore a mask of a bear’s face and carried a sword five feet high of the Norseman style.
He swung his mighty sword toward me. He missed me with his blade but the after math of the blow threw half sized boulders toward my changed position. My master jumped kicked the monster’s head into the earth below. He then preformed the crouching king stance and switched to a second level lion’s fury axe kick at the beast’s back. The beast spat blood then faded from the realm of the living.
My shame filled me with rage. As we returned my rage grew a consciousness, I called him Halk. I kept Halk under control as my training continued. The only time Halk was in control was for seconds at a time after a failure. I trained to fight the beasts, by developing special training rings and obstacles.
Our next mission I was to go alone as part of my training. I was to face a ghost sphere that had been sighted deep in the forest. When I got there a cloaked figure had started chanting at the sphere.

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Thursday, October 20, 2005

   contest-name of the game
PM me and I will reveal your game power and "where" to report. all I need is your birth year and hobbies.
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   contest-name of the game
PM me and I will reveal your game power and "where" to report. all I need is your birth year and hobbies.
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   AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND ART OF THE HAPPY PINK RAVEN, I would do it myself but I can't draw....at all....seriously
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Monday, October 17, 2005

me
Cursed card: offering
Power origin:hamentemp's second wakening
Chakra styles: snake and spider
star sign: army
Power bounderys: cloning, puppetry, illusions, and shapeshifting
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