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Land of the DeadThe barren black tree’s roots stretch out covering most of the roads path, it is just a single stretch of road, only one mile long. The clouds around it, are a kind of its own to the rest of the world. It is the land of the dead. Hear them wail, hear them scream. For this deserted land is the final resting place, for those slain in the battle of Yisamag.
Do not pause, do not stop. Do not look around, close your eyes, and plug your ears. For all it takes is only a single look, or a single whisper of your name, and you will be challenged by something nearly impossible. For the spirits like to take the form of you, they learn from you and take on a physical replica of you. If you hear them call your name, or if you look into the eyes of one that looks like you, you will be asked a question about yourself. A question that you may not know the answer to. You see, when they take your form they knew everything, including things you may have forgotten in the past.
If you answer corr
Tell them While there still young!A piece written by Sonic-Interface named ‘Truth or Flattery’ got me thinking. I realised that pure kindness is perhaps the most horrible fate for any person to be submerged in. The most famous people of this earth, lets face it, have many sad and gruelling tales of their childhood I do believe. Some aren't of course nothing is ever absolute but fame does seem to favour those who have lived a horrible life style.
The point i’m trying to get across here is basically that Sonic-interface’s theory is most definitely correct to me, and I think that kind of criticism be also be implemented on children nursery year.
Now you might think this is harsh, but let me tell you a story that I think accounts for all young people. “When I grow up, i’m going to be a rocket scientist and save the world.” Was what I said when I was a kid all the time, and through my entire school year and nursery years. The teachers would say “Yes go for it!” Yet my sc
Unnamed Text Based Adventure Game RulesSo your quest begins in the dangerous world of Farixio, you can be one of three heroes, choose wisely. Each has their own story. The name of your hero is up to you.
You are a fat and rounded monk, who specialises in incredibly powerful holy powers, you also have good defence due to a magic cloak. However you have a serious weakness in speed and stamina due to your nasty eating habits.
Your an outsider to other priests, rejected after allowing a thief to drink holy water in your church. Unlike many you do not follow the sacred book to the letter, you use it as a guide and sometimes even disagree with its teachings. You do this as you strongly believe some pages are forged by others as a way of gaining power over the masses. Your only goal is to try and teach the hateful world to love itself and its people.
Base Status (stats)
Starting Zagats: 200
Inventory space: 40 spaces, its handy having that large bag.
Untitled (1)The girl starred curiously at the purple glow outside, eyes filled with an inexperienced curiosity, the kind only seen in the innocence of children. “Grandpa, what’s that outside?” She asked. The old man smiled and shuffled to the window, just as the glow faded he managed to catch a glimpse.
“Abigail, you must be seeing things nothings out there but fog.” he chuckled with a old musty voice.
“But!” she protested “I saw something I swear, it was bright purple, and glowing.” he shook his head but still kept his pleasant smile.
“Nonsense! , now of to bed with you, its past your bedtime.” Abigail frowned and looked outside again “I’m not sleepy though!”
He sighed deeply, then looked out with her, the fog appeared to becoming unnaturally thick. It moved like a snake, slowly slivering down from the mountains on the east side it engulfed their tiny village as if prey. The only people outside now were guards, wa
FreedomMany dream about complete freedom, but freedom is scary.
Yes theres no one to tell you what to do anymore! You are free to do all you please, you can do that one thing you always wanted to do. You don’t have to go to any parties, you don’t have to go to school, you don’t have to arrive at work you can just go where you want, when you want, and enjoy yourself.
So you do that, then you notice, after you break that routine of going to work and then getting back home, you start to go to the same place with your friends, you try different beers and tell different stories but eventually, things will change. It will become dull, so you try something new right? The weird thing is, you probably won’t. You see, humans don’t like change, and leaving your buds to go do something new is likely going to hurt someones feelings and since theres one telling you what to do when you want to change something only you are responsible not your job, not your wife. You can’
The strange soundA man's car breaks down next to a ancient building, living in said building were monks. They helped the man, as he had no where to go he was allowed to sleep there, they even agreed to fix his car.
During the night, he heard all kinds of sounds coming from a single room, the next night he asked them what the sound was and their reply was “I can’t tell you, you are not a monk.”
So in response the man decided he would become a monk, and went through many years of training, till he was officially able to find out what the sound was!
One of the monks, lead him to a wooden door. He took a wooden key and opened it, inside was a iron door, he took out a iron key and opened it. Inside was Ruby door, he took out a ruby key and opened it. Inside that door was a emerald door, so he took out a emerald key and opened that door too. Then there was the final door, the door that would finally reveal the source of the sound. The monk and the man looked upon the last door, it was a bri
The story of a deviant -Blind Trade-SonicInterface, or Sonic for short, was the name of a story writer found on a site called DevientArt. This Homosapiensapien is a real person, the description of said person will be fictional. Right lets see… Sonic was a big fat, no i’m kidding, Sonic was of average build, leaning slightly on the skinny side. His hair was a chestnut colour, and he had dark green eyes. In general, Sonic’s appearance was as average-joe as you could go for a story. I would add some amazing super powers, but I feel that would be pushing this fictional description… just a little too much.
Anyway, lets start this story before I bore you all half to death, along time ago in a galaxy far far away, on a thursday night, Sonic was on his computer, or… laptop (I DON’T KNOW O’K, lets just say its a computer because computers are pimp!) While on his computer, he was doing his daily check on notes, which is the equivalency of emails. Just as he thought he had answered al
Just Brian..The match was tense, pitching was Lizzie, Batting was Abbie. A shrunken down Sophie set as backstop, first base was Tom, second was Clair, and third was Blinkie.
All in all, the wait was what really caused the mood to be so tense, Abbie was determined to beat Lizzie’s high score of thirty runs not out and she only had one more run to go to win. Their eyes were locked in a seemingly eternal stone hard gaze, un flinching as they tried to figure out each over’s tactics purely from facial expressions. Then, Lizzie took a pose, her arm stretching right back for a special kind of throw, one that Abbie know well. This kind of throw was her famous speeding bullet, to blink now would be mean certain doom. The ball zoomed across the pitch, picking up dust as the low ball made its way to Abbie. “Hi.” Brian was able to say, moving right in front of Abbie as she began to swing, With a powerful strike the panther was sent into the sky like a rocket.
For the most part, Brian f
Talent ShowThe town hall was a bustle as residence flocked to get a seat, like every year the towns famous talent show was about to begin. The platform normally used for speeches had been converted into a stage fitted with vine green curtains. As the noise subsided, the mayor walked to the centre to give a opening speech. Since he was a anthropomorphic wale of all things, he was fitted with a diving suit filled with sea water.
He opened his mouth and began to speak, but unfortunately no sound could be heard. He continued, not noticing at all. When he was finished he walked off, a single reptile in the crowed applauded with the awkward fast clap, then upon realising no one else was alluding he silently sat back down and went silent.
A loud cough caught everyone off guard a bear walked on stage, “ladies and gentlemen, i’m sure you were impressed by our” he narrowed his eyes to read the paper he was given, “Mayors speech, let the show begin, out first act is by the famous acr
The Stork's Nest Pt. 1Yalda strode into the director’s office. He looked up quickly from his computer, then turned to a keypad on his desk, hitting a few buttons. A quiet but perceptible whirring started. He turned to Yalda and smiled, crossing his arms on the table.
“Agent Isa, hello,” he said.
“Captain,” Yalda nodded, standing straight with her hands behind her back. “We’re alone?”
“We are now,” the captain said, unlocking his desk cabinet and putting a manila envelope on the table. “This is an assignment of the upmost secrecy and importance. Have you heard of The Stork?”
“The Stork,” Yalda repeated to herself. “Only rumors. It’s the alias or codename for an organization that’s been found in connection to gangs, dictators, and terrorist groups across the globe.”
“Not rumors, and not an organization,” the captain said sternly. “One person, funneling billions into one big slush fund.
PMD-U Team Melting Pot Official Written AppRESEARCHERS GUILD: Team Melting Pot
Date Joined: 9/30/13
Current Funds: 6 St
-Characteristic: Somewhat vain
Gender: Male Age: 26
Ability: Immunity- Is heavily resistant almost to the point of being fully immune to most toxins and is not easily poisoned by any stretch of the imagination.
Strength: 2 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 4 (2+2)
Total Points Left: 1/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma
Hone Claws- He scrapes his claws together to make them cut better, although this does not allow him to cut small trees sadly.
He tends to do this between his strikes with his claws, making his claws progressively more and more potent.
Shadow Claw- He manifests his feelings of anger/grief into his cla
Pray for Saint HelenaSaint Helena is an island in the South Atlantic Ocean on the Mid Atlantic Ridge.
It’s part of the British Overseas Territory of St Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha.
It’s located 1200 miles west from the nearest Angola, Africa, 810 miles
southwest of Ascension Island and 1500 miles north of Tristan da Cunha.
Jamestown is the capital.
The population is 4,255
The island is named after Saint Helena of Constantinople (c. 250 – c. 330)
the mother of Emperor Constantine.
Saint Helena is one of the most remote islands in the world.
Saint Helena was one of Britain's oldest colonies outside North America and the Caribbean.
Saint Helena is Britain's second oldest remaining Overseas Territories, after Bermuda.
Captain James Cook visited the island in 1775.
Napoleon Bonaparte was exiled to Saint Helena from 1815-1821
Saint Helena produces what is said to be the most expensive coffee in the world.
Mnemosyne's Biography ((Unfinished))
"I was always told that there are four things you can't recover; The stone after the throw, the word after it's said, the occasion after it's missed and the time after it's spent."
~Kyrie Mnemosyne "Mnemo" Sears
~Kyrie ((By Ava and Kyoya))
~Mnemo ((By Mostly Everyone))
~Sears ((By Kyoya))
~Memo/Nemo ((By Yu and Kenta))
~Westchester, New York
((May 19th-Taurus/Gemini cusp))
~Jamestown, Rhode Island
~Mnemo has natural long white hair (often mistaken to be a shade of lavender). While she is working, her hair is held out of her face with a headband or a bandanna. Her bangs are long and covers her forehead, sometimes getting in her eyes. She sometimes has
All About SamanthaGeneral Information
First Name: Samantha
Middle Name: Zariah
Nicknames: Sam, Sammy
Code Name: Nekomancer (Alter-ego), Kittymeowton (SoT)
Race: Caucasian/ Japanese
Species: Human Neko (cat shapeshifter)
Birthday: February 17th
Star Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Nationality: American/ Japanese
Languages: Japanese, English
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Height: About 4'5"
Weight: 82 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Face Shape: Rounded
Hair Colour: Red
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Down
Eye Shape: Asian (though I don't draw it like that >.>;; )
Eye Colour: Aqua green
Body Shape: Average but with a pudgy belly
Waist: Slimish, pudgy belly?
Breast Size/Chest :
For your kind words.Where would I be?
To to these right here
I don't hate you.
I love you. I love your cats, your RP skills, your stories, poems, posts. You being online is a treat. A true, honest treat.
You are not alone. You are important, beautiful, talented, wonderful, and heck, YOU ARE DAVE FREAKING EXCLAMATION MARK YOGNAU(GH)T AND YOU HAVE THE BALLS, GODDAMMIT.
So stay strong, keep your head up, because you are loved. You should know that.
And the stuff that made me smile that you would beat the crap out of some one for me.
I dont hate you D:
u draw fine
let to fucking bitch tell u that shit //hug
the little things you do tell me you care.
talking to me.
liking my art work.
Or just looking at my waste-of-time rants.
You make me smile.
your more then just friends, no not at all. Your my sisters.
and to the people who just notice and say something
ooh, You should be a poet. I put this to a lit
Name: Phoenix Ashlynn
Title: Princess/Queen Blooming Phoenix
Birthday: September 16th
Zodiac: Virgo, Dragon
Friends (ocs): Ailana, Indigo, Nikisha, Alyssa, Andie, Alexis, Terreno, Siena, Jack
Friends (not ocs): Elsa, Anna, Sora, Kairi, Sandman, Demyx, Kowalski, Xigbar, Rufioh, Marluxia, Soul Evans, Helios
Relatives: Victoria (Sister, Queen of the Dragons), Tyler (Twin Brother, Prince/King of Earth, or as a joke, King of Cheese and Minecraft)
Love interest: Death the Kid (Soul Eater)
Personality: Cool, stubborn, tough but nice, pushy, loud, outgoing
Occupation: Heroine, Queen/Princess
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9AaLdP8Kd_8
Hair - Chestnut brown with a purple streak
Eyes - Violent red
Skin - Dark/tan with freckles all over her face
Hair: Phoenix's Queen/Princess hair is tied in a side braid and a braid t
Raven Loar -Criminal Minds-
First Name: Raven
Middle Name: Melody
Nicknames: Rave, Mel, Cupcake(Teammates)
Code Name: Agent Loar
Birthday: Oct 12
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Languages: knows many languages, and can learn fast. Known by others are English, Italian, Spanish, Japanese and Turkish.
Skin Tone: Pale
Blood Type: AB
Hair Colour: Red-ish brown
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Normally keep in a braid tied around her head
Eye Colour: Blue
Right Handed or Left Handed?: Left
Scars: Two scars on her shoulder blades, rope burns around her neck
Tattoos: A little ancer on her left ankle.
Piercing: ears (many on her ears)
Personality: This depends on who you are and if she knows you and/or likes you or not.
The most important part of her perso
Death Battle Tag Battle: Samus/Pikachu
Bio: When Samus went through an anomaly to the Tag Battle Event, she discovered a face that looked strangely familiar to her. Pikachu seemed to be in a similar state, for when partners were being assigned, they chose to stay together. In the situation of possible dimension collapse, they had no choice.
Intro: Samus rolls into the arena in her Morph Ball form, then springs back out to her true form and cocks her arm-cannon. Pikachu then lands on her shoulder, getting her attention, smiles as he says "Pikachu!", then springs off her shoulder and crouches down on all fours, ready for battle. Samus nods, says, "Nice to see you're ready, too.", then aims her cannon at the enemy.
Samus is all about ranged attacks with one or two close-range attacks in case things get ugly. However, she lacks mid-range attacks and truly-effective close-quarter at
Ella the pony
species/Race: MLP pony
Current Residence: EverFree Forest
Age: 900 billion years old.
Appearance: slim build, has a stubby nose and a sun flower cutie mark. She also has long legs and deep green eyes.
Her most notable feature is her hair that appears not solid and more like a mist, it glows in the dark in the shade of pinkish purple. Her hair is long and reaches down to her knees when on all fours.
Personality: Very shy and very caring, especially since she looks after those that others hate and fear, she tries very hard to keep her dangerous flock of animals and monsters well behaved.
Abilities: despite shyness she is very athletic and fit, her reflexes, strength, speed and jump are beyond normal in skill of any earth pony. Her hair also has a mystical magic of its own that makes all that are near by it feel safe and secure.
History: She was born from nature, woven literally from magical vines from beneath the earth and brought to life with the magic of ever
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