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Chris_Crime
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used44? who's that?? I don't remember a used, nope. not at all, not at all.
i'm well. and you? pm me
i'm well. and you? pm me
keepithowitis
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I was gonna make a topic wondering where Chris was.... although I never talked to him all that much, he was an important player (you know those stories you had) in the forums. And now he's back!
^ Ha ha, nice Affen! Love the Sylvester Stallone one... "ADRIIIIAN!" 
I got bored tonight and decided to do some sort of... "promotional art" for my hopeful comic, "n3rdc0r3". Here it is titled "Best Friends". Hope you all like it.
I got bored tonight and decided to do some sort of... "promotional art" for my hopeful comic, "n3rdc0r3". Here it is titled "Best Friends". Hope you all like it.
^ Thank you very much, NickKmet! I really appreciate that , I'll try and do some more sometime!
, I'll try and do some more sometime!
^ Thanks, MattAY! I appreciate that . I do want to try and start a webcomic but unfortunately I'm not really sure how, or where to start. I already have eighteen or nineteen made comics plus this silly "promotional art" so I honestly think I could start - if I knew how.
As for a pen, um... I draw the majority of my comics/cartoons straight up onto my computer digitally. In this case, I use a WACOM Intuous3 graphics tablet. The pen is simply the stylus that comes with it. It's about 10 x 13 inches in size, I think.
^ and no worries, used44. Maybe the design or art style has similar resembelance to Penny Arcade or other webcomics, or maybe it's the clothing, or the cliche' designs? I dunno why you're not fond of 'em but that's fair enough, no problem. In drawing this piece I wasn't too happy with how the characters turned out, they just didn't feel "right" for me, if that makes sense.
. I do want to try and start a webcomic but unfortunately I'm not really sure how, or where to start. I already have eighteen or nineteen made comics plus this silly "promotional art" so I honestly think I could start - if I knew how. As for a pen, um... I draw the majority of my comics/cartoons straight up onto my computer digitally. In this case, I use a WACOM Intuous3 graphics tablet. The pen is simply the stylus that comes with it. It's about 10 x 13 inches in size, I think.
^ and no worries, used44. Maybe the design or art style has similar resembelance to Penny Arcade or other webcomics, or maybe it's the clothing, or the cliche' designs? I dunno why you're not fond of 'em but that's fair enough, no problem. In drawing this piece I wasn't too happy with how the characters turned out, they just didn't feel "right" for me, if that makes sense.
Kijan
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Something I wrote for the Blizzards Creative Writing contest, but couldn't finnish it on time, due to real time obligations (school ... I hate you soooooo much) and now that the official Blizzard writers can't be the judges of my work I'll be very happy if you'll be.
Although I know you'll shred me to tiny shreds ... at least it will be honest replies.
This is a story,
it comes from my pen,
this is my story,
my life is at its end.
This is a story,
like none other,
this is a story,
of a simple writer.
Now I will begin, telling my tale,
I sadly do not know, how it will fare,
I’ll do my best, always tell with a smile,
now it begins, this is me ... as a child.
Born to parents, both were Priests,
my father even in the top ranking lists,
my mother known as the Cuckoo’s nest,
because she was such a gentle Priestess.
People would expect I’d become like them,
study the arts of Shadow, Holy or Discipline,
either destruction, healing or support I’d bring,
whilst saying my prayers, whilst softly sing ...
But what can I say,
destiny didn’t want it to be this way,
but what can I say,
destiny paved me a different way.
My path was seeded with thorns,
my path to the stars was like hell,
‘Keep on going,’ I was telling myself,
aching I kept on walking, on my own.
Summer, the youth was at ease,
leafs were falling down the trees,
but there was one, but there was me,
sitting on the deserted swings.
As a child, I had a problem which was big,
the problem was me, I was fat like a pig,
I loved food, always wanted, craved for more,
as a four year old, still was I crawling on all four.
And I think, that you mustn’t really guess,
that my obesity threw me into a bigger mess,
let us just say, I wasn’t the most popular face,
always playing the one who gets the coup de grace.
Slowly it began to rain,
everyone went home,
only I stayed outside, all alone,
gazing into the sky, crying.
Rain droplets, sliding down my cheek,
felt so wonderful, so refreshing,
dived into my mind, to play hide and seek,
found inner peace, I was slowly breathing.
Suddenly, the rivers of droplets ceased,
then I just felt the bypassing winds breeze,
came back, to stare once more at the sky,
but I rather met contact with another boys eyes.
He stood before me, like an ancient master:
‘What you’re doing is a recipe for disaster,
sitting in the midst of rain, almost no clothes,
don’t come crying home, when you catch the cold.’
Took of his old, worn, gray vest,
proceeded putting it over my chest,
‘Lad, don’t worry about me,
this is like one of my trainings.’
Needles to say, I was thoroughly surprised:
‘One of his trainings ...’ cruised in my mind,
‘Ha – ha, don’t be like that,’ because he saw,
‘matey ... this I tell you because I’m a Warrior.’
As we started to walk,
he started to talk,
closely I listened,
so no word I’d miss.
‘Warriors, we must endure all types of conditions,
because we are sent on various different missions,
if our bodies are not thoroughly prepared ...
well, in the most cases we end up in a way dead.’
‘But I have no intention of dying,
still I got a deep promise to myself,
fortune and glory to my family I’ll bring,
like, walk into a war, only one left standing ...’
He talked and talked about his upcoming deeds,
but I just kept on smiling, no ... happily grinning,
because for the first time I didn’t feel as a loose end,
because for the first time I felt that I had a ... friend.
Until I proceed telling my tale,
first I must say that I apologize,
because I didn’t give you details,
where we are, or what we look like.
I resembled my father and he did his mother,
strolling through Elwynn Forrest in the summer,
he told me that that sometimes gave him trouble,
from other boys, until he levelled them with rubble.
He had long brown hair, made in an elegant ponytail,
so it wouldn’t bother him when his sharp sword flails,
his eyes were mild – light green, stature a bit feminine,
first they thought he was cursed, until they saw him swing.
Already I could truly tell you just all about him,
his personality, his favourite drinks, favourite food,
what kind of girls he fancies, how awfully he sings,
but I got to know him through time and so will you.
Yet ... one thing I can share,
what I saw in his mild eyes,
that courage, that passion,
when he suddenly glared.
Slowly were we nearing to Stormwinds gate,
the sun was going down, it was becoming late,
when suddenly a man jumped out of the bush,
I screamed, but my friend, felt an adrenaline rush.
As he was holding me, his grip tightened,
he was prepared for battle, I was frightened,
‘Ha – ha, two young little lads ...’ the man said,
‘Give me all you’ve got or I’ll slice both necks.’
Wearing a white shirt, brownish pants,
no shoes, his hair as if inhabited by rats,
medium size, thin, but not as a leaf,
seemed to be just an ordinary lowly thief.
But then I saw, what covered his face,
the stylish red clothing, that bandana ...
my eyes turned white, I saw doom ...
as we were facing the Defias Brotherhood!
The man, he saw the fear in my eyes,
‘Ha – ha – ha! Yes, be afraid,’ he smiled,
‘Because I just remembered something,
ah, yes, yes! Today death will sing!’
In his pockets he searched, finally he found them,
two vials, a kiss followed: ‘Oh, two precious gems,’,
‘Luck be praised, finally I can complete this quest,
finally I can complete ... Blood of the innocent ...’.
‘With your blood stored in these glass vials,
then I’ll happily return to my kindly master,
soon I’ll be able to rain sorrow and despair,
because then ... I’ll rise as a Necromancer!’
The he proceeded to cackle, madly laugh,
as if he’d become demonically possessed,
though quickly the maniacal laughter died,
suddenly in his hands were two sharp knives.
‘Brats ... this is where the end is,
this is where your pitiful path ends,
but soon you’ll make new friends,
in the darkest corners of the abyss!’
As soon as he stopped talking,
towards us he started running,
I was scared, so damn scared,
but my friend ... he did not care.
Still was he looking directly into the thieves dark eyes,
placed himself before me, he was ready for the fight,
the Rogue closing in, I thought the end was surely nigh,
the thief swung, my friend dodged, he shouted a battle cry.
He threw himself into him,
put the thief out of balance,
yet both were feline agile,
their fight was like a dance.
My friend with no weapons but with bare fists,
the thief, laying his trust into his deadly knives,
my friend, relying on nothing but cunning list,
the thief, knowing that one stab will end his life.
Punches were thrown, silent slices were heard,
but in the end it was my friend lying in the dirt,
bleeding warm blood, couldn’t go on anymore,
coughing up, one the ground he was on all his four.
‘Yes, let it flow, let the true liquid of life flow ...
first I’ll take yours, then I’ll go for the pathetic one,
soon, soon I’ll be able to open deaths door ...
soon, soon I’ll be with my family once more.
Tilia, soon I’ll be able to fulfil my promise,
that I will protect our family no matter what,
Valys, Diana ... no longer will we be apart,
still when I think of that night ... I must vomit.
Eating diner ... hearing your sweet childish laughter,
who knew of the upcoming hell, the gruesome disaster,
Scourge came to our village, night was scarily dim,
I fled ... after so many years, still I can hear you scream.
But your rebirth is nigh,
soon I’ll see your smiles,
even though as skeletons,
you ... will ... be ... alive!’
Then it suddenly struck me, what his true motives are,
why the killing, why did he put his heart into the night,
betrayed his family, ran away when he should’ve fought,
now he wishes to see them again, to rewind the clock.
In his eyes I saw his suffering, his painful sorrow,
while slowly walking, he started to shed small tears,
with his hands cleaned them away, his face now clear,
but from it one more thing I’ve read ... the intent to kill.
Walking as if he will fall down any given moment,
came near to my friend, making nonsense comments,
my friend was still on the ground, he was silent,
seemed like he accepted death, though it would be violent.
Irony struck then, because I didn’t want him to die,
funny if you think, he was ready to accept but not I,
though I understood the purposes of the thief’s doing,
but killing will beget killing, the wheels will be moving.
If someone is dead, no force in this world can bring him back,
not because it cannot, but simply because there is nothing to get,
to die it means to go onward, either up to heaven or down to hell,
though these are just my teachings, I firmly believe what they tell.
But I was stuck, didn’t know what to do,
but I was afraid, afraid to do anything ...,
but I knew, if I do not make a damn thing,
but I was afraid, afraid to do anything ...
Afraid to do anything ...
Anger slowly started to rise in my body,
rage slowly started to boil blood in my veins,
because this was the root of all my worries,
because this was the root of all my pain.
My fear, my problem, to do anything,
because I was afraid to fail, of failure,
but by just watching, doing damn nothing,
to myself I was feeling like a traitor.
My fear or failure caused me to become fat,
as I was too afraid to train,
my fear of failure caused me having no friends,
as I was too afraid to say something.
But this very day, someone special I’ve met,
someone who seemed to look past my mistakes,
and now, tragic fate away him she will take,
no, not fate ... he’ll go because I can’t move my legs!
This damn fear,
I hate it,
I wish it’d go away,
I loath it.
Suddenly felt a burning sensation,
suddenly the rage in me reached its peak,
longed for an answer, for salvation,
anger, fear, hope, courage ... I screamed.
A second after, lost the ground under my feat,
I was falling down, falling down into oblivion,
into the darkness, into the shadows so deep,
something caught me, saw a figure, a vision.
Elegant being, who radiated light,
so strong, it literally lit up the night,
we were gliding through the sky,
she was an angel, with a wide smile.
Holding my hand, she felt so warm,
lifted me up, she made me feel calm,
gave me a kiss, made me feel inner peace,
touched my heart, rage within me deceased.
Then she let me loose,
was falling down again,
through the white clouds,
then I heard a sound.
As I was falling, heard a crackling noise,
a boom followed, sparks flying everywhere,
clouds turned grey, it started to rain,
thunders so loud, I couldn’t hear my voice.
Suddenly I woke, in the midst of another summer storm,
quickly realised where I was, I prepared for the worst,
prepared that my friend was walking down deaths dorm,
prepared to accept that my life maybe is truly cursed.
Through the rain I saw shadowy figures,
one was standing with a knife in his hand,
other kneeling, expired was his hour of sand,
the hour taken by death, who knew no tears.
In coming moments, one is going to die,
who passes away, death does not care,
happily she’d take them both into the deep,
where pure fear, sorrow, pain, creeps.
As if they weather knew of my arrival,
slowly the stormy clouds faded away,
sun came peaking out, with soothing rays,
stared into a surprising finale of the brawl.
The roles were switched,
hunter became the hunted,
my friend wielding the knife,
thief’s throat waiting to be slit.
But again the thief acted very mysteriously,
strangely calm, as if he was at eternal peace,
kneeling on the ground, arms besides body,
strangely smiling, as if he was in harmony.
Slowly I approached the duet,
the thief noticed me, he said:
‘Nice that you I have met,
now I know my family isn’t dead.
Through you, the angel ... of my wife I saw,
finally the regret in my soul is gone,
she said that the kids are waiting anxiously,
so please let me see them ... please ... kill me.’
The friend, still holding the knife at his throat,
turned around, with his eyes he asked,
I nodded, thus he slashed ... blood started to flow,
death then covered the thief with its mask.
Slowly he lay onto his back,
but with a smile on his face,
life in his eyes started to lack,
he was at the end of his days.
But before leaving our world,
wanted to look at us once more,
a surprised look then I saw,
gazed as if someone was besides us.
With last strength, sheer willpower his last words he spoke,
though they were very strange, but then he started to choke:
‘Ha – ha, even as my light is starting to go dim,
still I see that green fire, that imps devilish grin ...’
His last breath the wind then took away,
finally with his children he’ll be able to play,
though one thing still bothered me:
‘What did his least words really mean?’
‘Death peoples talk, don’t give it much weight,
at the brink of death, many talk nonsense as they say,
because Yogg Sarron brings insanity into their mind,
until the path that leads to hell or heaven they find.’
Blood stained said my friend
he and his clothes were red,
turned around, looked numb,
threw up, he had to succumb.
Quickly I rushed to give first aid,
his wounds slowly I started to mend,
slowly chanting my holy prayers,
the spark of life in him became a flare.
‘Damn it man ... why didn’t you,
why didn’t you aid me before,’
paused, couldn’t talk much more,
then he looked away, I think he knew.
I just smiled and said:
‘Ever tried to swing your sword in panic?’
slowly grinned back at me:
‘I did ... and I did it remarkably ...’
Then again he coughed up blood,
I prayed again and I prayed more,
slowly then he started to rose,
regained strength, avoided comatose.
I was exhausted, did everything by the book,
but his body still showed how much I don’t know,
it showed still for how much I have to learn and look,
but at least he’s breathing and not food for the crows.
He stretched as if he just got out of bed,
looked at the sun, put his hand before his eyes,
made a few steps, still looking into the sky,
then turned around, his face still bloody red.
Though he was heavily bleeding,
though he was barely breathing,
still towards me he was walking,
still towards me he was smiling.
Then I knew why then he was so weirdly calm,
when death over him almost had its palm,
then I knew why he didn’t fear the lunatic thief,
he didn’t fear death or to be among the deceased.
Slowly he walked up to a tree near the road,
with his back he pressed against the bark,
I, too, crawled to the tree, it was getting cold,
night engulfed us ... we started to see stars.
In the vast dark space then,
a shooting star left its trail,
I remembered an old tale,
told by our Night Elf friends:
‘A shooting star, flying towards the moon,
is in reality a soul heading the call of Elune,
from it’s physicall container released,
engulfed in moonshine, it can be at peace.’
Sarcastic answer then followed,
‘Do you really believe in that?
What if the universe is just hollow,
devoid from all tales that are said?’
For a minute or so I was silent,
then I formed an honest reply:
‘I think I’m rather proved wrong in death,
then to know the real answer whilst alive,
maybe you are right, maybe everything is a lie,
stories we know, tales we tell, songs we sing,
maybe it is true ... that only false hope they bring,
but I rather believe now and in death told otherwise.’
‘I see ... and that is nice to hear,
that already your mind is so clear,
though it also seems very complex,
such philosophies, give it some rest.’
‘Deep within me, a philosopher resides,
get used to him, because he doesn’t oblige,
but his help is invaluable to me, you see,
to give meaning for our act, for our kill ...
And now that our talk has come to this point,
please let me ask you something, one thing,
we’re still young, yet you calmly executed him,
as if you have been doing these things for years?’
‘We Warriors are trained so that our eyes can bare,
the gruesome, morbid, brutal scenes of horrid death,
when old enough, taken to see the slaughtering of bears,
packs of hounds released on them, so there is nothing left,
for the first time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the second time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the third time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the fourth time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
Until I managed to order my body ... stop it.
So today ... no problem for me are blood spills,
even if I am the cause, today I made my first kill.’
‘Yet still you are calm, as if it was absolutely nothing,
but yet I don’t know if this is good or it is frightening,’
‘ – I know, I know ...
sometimes I wonder this myself,
because ironic I think,
he wanted himself to be killed,
don’t how many the same wish will express,
I rather think they will want me to see dead,
because this is why I don’t believe in stories,
because the world is not black nor is it white,
in reality ... the colours are in a wide palette,
colours of the rainbow, their possible tones,
but in stories as if they don’t really exist ...,
that is why every time I hear a story, I frown.’
After hearing this from my friend ...
couldn’t resist it, it had to be said,
‘And you are saying that I’m a philosopher?’
‘Yes, yes ... I know and I’m sorry ... friend.’
Though the night was chillingly cool,
though with every beat I felt stinging pain,
still the warmth of happiness I felt,
knowing ... that I ... have made ... a friend.
Although I know you'll shred me to tiny shreds ... at least it will be honest replies.
This is a story,
it comes from my pen,
this is my story,
my life is at its end.
This is a story,
like none other,
this is a story,
of a simple writer.
Now I will begin, telling my tale,
I sadly do not know, how it will fare,
I’ll do my best, always tell with a smile,
now it begins, this is me ... as a child.
Born to parents, both were Priests,
my father even in the top ranking lists,
my mother known as the Cuckoo’s nest,
because she was such a gentle Priestess.
People would expect I’d become like them,
study the arts of Shadow, Holy or Discipline,
either destruction, healing or support I’d bring,
whilst saying my prayers, whilst softly sing ...
But what can I say,
destiny didn’t want it to be this way,
but what can I say,
destiny paved me a different way.
My path was seeded with thorns,
my path to the stars was like hell,
‘Keep on going,’ I was telling myself,
aching I kept on walking, on my own.
Summer, the youth was at ease,
leafs were falling down the trees,
but there was one, but there was me,
sitting on the deserted swings.
As a child, I had a problem which was big,
the problem was me, I was fat like a pig,
I loved food, always wanted, craved for more,
as a four year old, still was I crawling on all four.
And I think, that you mustn’t really guess,
that my obesity threw me into a bigger mess,
let us just say, I wasn’t the most popular face,
always playing the one who gets the coup de grace.
Slowly it began to rain,
everyone went home,
only I stayed outside, all alone,
gazing into the sky, crying.
Rain droplets, sliding down my cheek,
felt so wonderful, so refreshing,
dived into my mind, to play hide and seek,
found inner peace, I was slowly breathing.
Suddenly, the rivers of droplets ceased,
then I just felt the bypassing winds breeze,
came back, to stare once more at the sky,
but I rather met contact with another boys eyes.
He stood before me, like an ancient master:
‘What you’re doing is a recipe for disaster,
sitting in the midst of rain, almost no clothes,
don’t come crying home, when you catch the cold.’
Took of his old, worn, gray vest,
proceeded putting it over my chest,
‘Lad, don’t worry about me,
this is like one of my trainings.’
Needles to say, I was thoroughly surprised:
‘One of his trainings ...’ cruised in my mind,
‘Ha – ha, don’t be like that,’ because he saw,
‘matey ... this I tell you because I’m a Warrior.’
As we started to walk,
he started to talk,
closely I listened,
so no word I’d miss.
‘Warriors, we must endure all types of conditions,
because we are sent on various different missions,
if our bodies are not thoroughly prepared ...
well, in the most cases we end up in a way dead.’
‘But I have no intention of dying,
still I got a deep promise to myself,
fortune and glory to my family I’ll bring,
like, walk into a war, only one left standing ...’
He talked and talked about his upcoming deeds,
but I just kept on smiling, no ... happily grinning,
because for the first time I didn’t feel as a loose end,
because for the first time I felt that I had a ... friend.
Until I proceed telling my tale,
first I must say that I apologize,
because I didn’t give you details,
where we are, or what we look like.
I resembled my father and he did his mother,
strolling through Elwynn Forrest in the summer,
he told me that that sometimes gave him trouble,
from other boys, until he levelled them with rubble.
He had long brown hair, made in an elegant ponytail,
so it wouldn’t bother him when his sharp sword flails,
his eyes were mild – light green, stature a bit feminine,
first they thought he was cursed, until they saw him swing.
Already I could truly tell you just all about him,
his personality, his favourite drinks, favourite food,
what kind of girls he fancies, how awfully he sings,
but I got to know him through time and so will you.
Yet ... one thing I can share,
what I saw in his mild eyes,
that courage, that passion,
when he suddenly glared.
Slowly were we nearing to Stormwinds gate,
the sun was going down, it was becoming late,
when suddenly a man jumped out of the bush,
I screamed, but my friend, felt an adrenaline rush.
As he was holding me, his grip tightened,
he was prepared for battle, I was frightened,
‘Ha – ha, two young little lads ...’ the man said,
‘Give me all you’ve got or I’ll slice both necks.’
Wearing a white shirt, brownish pants,
no shoes, his hair as if inhabited by rats,
medium size, thin, but not as a leaf,
seemed to be just an ordinary lowly thief.
But then I saw, what covered his face,
the stylish red clothing, that bandana ...
my eyes turned white, I saw doom ...
as we were facing the Defias Brotherhood!
The man, he saw the fear in my eyes,
‘Ha – ha – ha! Yes, be afraid,’ he smiled,
‘Because I just remembered something,
ah, yes, yes! Today death will sing!’
In his pockets he searched, finally he found them,
two vials, a kiss followed: ‘Oh, two precious gems,’,
‘Luck be praised, finally I can complete this quest,
finally I can complete ... Blood of the innocent ...’.
‘With your blood stored in these glass vials,
then I’ll happily return to my kindly master,
soon I’ll be able to rain sorrow and despair,
because then ... I’ll rise as a Necromancer!’
The he proceeded to cackle, madly laugh,
as if he’d become demonically possessed,
though quickly the maniacal laughter died,
suddenly in his hands were two sharp knives.
‘Brats ... this is where the end is,
this is where your pitiful path ends,
but soon you’ll make new friends,
in the darkest corners of the abyss!’
As soon as he stopped talking,
towards us he started running,
I was scared, so damn scared,
but my friend ... he did not care.
Still was he looking directly into the thieves dark eyes,
placed himself before me, he was ready for the fight,
the Rogue closing in, I thought the end was surely nigh,
the thief swung, my friend dodged, he shouted a battle cry.
He threw himself into him,
put the thief out of balance,
yet both were feline agile,
their fight was like a dance.
My friend with no weapons but with bare fists,
the thief, laying his trust into his deadly knives,
my friend, relying on nothing but cunning list,
the thief, knowing that one stab will end his life.
Punches were thrown, silent slices were heard,
but in the end it was my friend lying in the dirt,
bleeding warm blood, couldn’t go on anymore,
coughing up, one the ground he was on all his four.
‘Yes, let it flow, let the true liquid of life flow ...
first I’ll take yours, then I’ll go for the pathetic one,
soon, soon I’ll be able to open deaths door ...
soon, soon I’ll be with my family once more.
Tilia, soon I’ll be able to fulfil my promise,
that I will protect our family no matter what,
Valys, Diana ... no longer will we be apart,
still when I think of that night ... I must vomit.
Eating diner ... hearing your sweet childish laughter,
who knew of the upcoming hell, the gruesome disaster,
Scourge came to our village, night was scarily dim,
I fled ... after so many years, still I can hear you scream.
But your rebirth is nigh,
soon I’ll see your smiles,
even though as skeletons,
you ... will ... be ... alive!’
Then it suddenly struck me, what his true motives are,
why the killing, why did he put his heart into the night,
betrayed his family, ran away when he should’ve fought,
now he wishes to see them again, to rewind the clock.
In his eyes I saw his suffering, his painful sorrow,
while slowly walking, he started to shed small tears,
with his hands cleaned them away, his face now clear,
but from it one more thing I’ve read ... the intent to kill.
Walking as if he will fall down any given moment,
came near to my friend, making nonsense comments,
my friend was still on the ground, he was silent,
seemed like he accepted death, though it would be violent.
Irony struck then, because I didn’t want him to die,
funny if you think, he was ready to accept but not I,
though I understood the purposes of the thief’s doing,
but killing will beget killing, the wheels will be moving.
If someone is dead, no force in this world can bring him back,
not because it cannot, but simply because there is nothing to get,
to die it means to go onward, either up to heaven or down to hell,
though these are just my teachings, I firmly believe what they tell.
But I was stuck, didn’t know what to do,
but I was afraid, afraid to do anything ...,
but I knew, if I do not make a damn thing,
but I was afraid, afraid to do anything ...
Afraid to do anything ...
Anger slowly started to rise in my body,
rage slowly started to boil blood in my veins,
because this was the root of all my worries,
because this was the root of all my pain.
My fear, my problem, to do anything,
because I was afraid to fail, of failure,
but by just watching, doing damn nothing,
to myself I was feeling like a traitor.
My fear or failure caused me to become fat,
as I was too afraid to train,
my fear of failure caused me having no friends,
as I was too afraid to say something.
But this very day, someone special I’ve met,
someone who seemed to look past my mistakes,
and now, tragic fate away him she will take,
no, not fate ... he’ll go because I can’t move my legs!
This damn fear,
I hate it,
I wish it’d go away,
I loath it.
Suddenly felt a burning sensation,
suddenly the rage in me reached its peak,
longed for an answer, for salvation,
anger, fear, hope, courage ... I screamed.
A second after, lost the ground under my feat,
I was falling down, falling down into oblivion,
into the darkness, into the shadows so deep,
something caught me, saw a figure, a vision.
Elegant being, who radiated light,
so strong, it literally lit up the night,
we were gliding through the sky,
she was an angel, with a wide smile.
Holding my hand, she felt so warm,
lifted me up, she made me feel calm,
gave me a kiss, made me feel inner peace,
touched my heart, rage within me deceased.
Then she let me loose,
was falling down again,
through the white clouds,
then I heard a sound.
As I was falling, heard a crackling noise,
a boom followed, sparks flying everywhere,
clouds turned grey, it started to rain,
thunders so loud, I couldn’t hear my voice.
Suddenly I woke, in the midst of another summer storm,
quickly realised where I was, I prepared for the worst,
prepared that my friend was walking down deaths dorm,
prepared to accept that my life maybe is truly cursed.
Through the rain I saw shadowy figures,
one was standing with a knife in his hand,
other kneeling, expired was his hour of sand,
the hour taken by death, who knew no tears.
In coming moments, one is going to die,
who passes away, death does not care,
happily she’d take them both into the deep,
where pure fear, sorrow, pain, creeps.
As if they weather knew of my arrival,
slowly the stormy clouds faded away,
sun came peaking out, with soothing rays,
stared into a surprising finale of the brawl.
The roles were switched,
hunter became the hunted,
my friend wielding the knife,
thief’s throat waiting to be slit.
But again the thief acted very mysteriously,
strangely calm, as if he was at eternal peace,
kneeling on the ground, arms besides body,
strangely smiling, as if he was in harmony.
Slowly I approached the duet,
the thief noticed me, he said:
‘Nice that you I have met,
now I know my family isn’t dead.
Through you, the angel ... of my wife I saw,
finally the regret in my soul is gone,
she said that the kids are waiting anxiously,
so please let me see them ... please ... kill me.’
The friend, still holding the knife at his throat,
turned around, with his eyes he asked,
I nodded, thus he slashed ... blood started to flow,
death then covered the thief with its mask.
Slowly he lay onto his back,
but with a smile on his face,
life in his eyes started to lack,
he was at the end of his days.
But before leaving our world,
wanted to look at us once more,
a surprised look then I saw,
gazed as if someone was besides us.
With last strength, sheer willpower his last words he spoke,
though they were very strange, but then he started to choke:
‘Ha – ha, even as my light is starting to go dim,
still I see that green fire, that imps devilish grin ...’
His last breath the wind then took away,
finally with his children he’ll be able to play,
though one thing still bothered me:
‘What did his least words really mean?’
‘Death peoples talk, don’t give it much weight,
at the brink of death, many talk nonsense as they say,
because Yogg Sarron brings insanity into their mind,
until the path that leads to hell or heaven they find.’
Blood stained said my friend
he and his clothes were red,
turned around, looked numb,
threw up, he had to succumb.
Quickly I rushed to give first aid,
his wounds slowly I started to mend,
slowly chanting my holy prayers,
the spark of life in him became a flare.
‘Damn it man ... why didn’t you,
why didn’t you aid me before,’
paused, couldn’t talk much more,
then he looked away, I think he knew.
I just smiled and said:
‘Ever tried to swing your sword in panic?’
slowly grinned back at me:
‘I did ... and I did it remarkably ...’
Then again he coughed up blood,
I prayed again and I prayed more,
slowly then he started to rose,
regained strength, avoided comatose.
I was exhausted, did everything by the book,
but his body still showed how much I don’t know,
it showed still for how much I have to learn and look,
but at least he’s breathing and not food for the crows.
He stretched as if he just got out of bed,
looked at the sun, put his hand before his eyes,
made a few steps, still looking into the sky,
then turned around, his face still bloody red.
Though he was heavily bleeding,
though he was barely breathing,
still towards me he was walking,
still towards me he was smiling.
Then I knew why then he was so weirdly calm,
when death over him almost had its palm,
then I knew why he didn’t fear the lunatic thief,
he didn’t fear death or to be among the deceased.
Slowly he walked up to a tree near the road,
with his back he pressed against the bark,
I, too, crawled to the tree, it was getting cold,
night engulfed us ... we started to see stars.
In the vast dark space then,
a shooting star left its trail,
I remembered an old tale,
told by our Night Elf friends:
‘A shooting star, flying towards the moon,
is in reality a soul heading the call of Elune,
from it’s physicall container released,
engulfed in moonshine, it can be at peace.’
Sarcastic answer then followed,
‘Do you really believe in that?
What if the universe is just hollow,
devoid from all tales that are said?’
For a minute or so I was silent,
then I formed an honest reply:
‘I think I’m rather proved wrong in death,
then to know the real answer whilst alive,
maybe you are right, maybe everything is a lie,
stories we know, tales we tell, songs we sing,
maybe it is true ... that only false hope they bring,
but I rather believe now and in death told otherwise.’
‘I see ... and that is nice to hear,
that already your mind is so clear,
though it also seems very complex,
such philosophies, give it some rest.’
‘Deep within me, a philosopher resides,
get used to him, because he doesn’t oblige,
but his help is invaluable to me, you see,
to give meaning for our act, for our kill ...
And now that our talk has come to this point,
please let me ask you something, one thing,
we’re still young, yet you calmly executed him,
as if you have been doing these things for years?’
‘We Warriors are trained so that our eyes can bare,
the gruesome, morbid, brutal scenes of horrid death,
when old enough, taken to see the slaughtering of bears,
packs of hounds released on them, so there is nothing left,
for the first time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the second time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the third time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
for the fourth time I saw this ... I had to vomit,
Until I managed to order my body ... stop it.
So today ... no problem for me are blood spills,
even if I am the cause, today I made my first kill.’
‘Yet still you are calm, as if it was absolutely nothing,
but yet I don’t know if this is good or it is frightening,’
‘ – I know, I know ...
sometimes I wonder this myself,
because ironic I think,
he wanted himself to be killed,
don’t how many the same wish will express,
I rather think they will want me to see dead,
because this is why I don’t believe in stories,
because the world is not black nor is it white,
in reality ... the colours are in a wide palette,
colours of the rainbow, their possible tones,
but in stories as if they don’t really exist ...,
that is why every time I hear a story, I frown.’
After hearing this from my friend ...
couldn’t resist it, it had to be said,
‘And you are saying that I’m a philosopher?’
‘Yes, yes ... I know and I’m sorry ... friend.’
Though the night was chillingly cool,
though with every beat I felt stinging pain,
still the warmth of happiness I felt,
knowing ... that I ... have made ... a friend.
Affen
Rookie
Aren't you even little pissed that you couldn't make in time? Looks like you made a lot of effort to write that.
MattAY it isn't good thing to leave weak spots visible. You know what happened in Conker? Ouch.
That's what I would love to do this summer, but I guess it ain't possible. Notice the Longos ducks
(Guy lost his other arm in tragic camel accident, so it would be nice if you wouldn't say anything about it)
Looks like you made a lot of effort to write that.MattAY it isn't good thing to leave weak spots visible. You know what happened in Conker? Ouch.
That's what I would love to do this summer, but I guess it ain't possible. Notice the Longos ducks
(Guy lost his other arm in tragic camel accident, so it would be nice if you wouldn't say anything about it)
miak757
Regular
Might as well show this,
It's basically the story of a small species evolving into sentience. Combined with this song,
http://www.ocremix.org/remix/OCR01478/
It syncs almost perfectly if the image is running 15 frames per second.
I never finnished this one however.
And this
this one was supposed to be Pluto or Ceres, Though it looks more like a comet to my eyes.
EDIT: Man, my drawings are crap compared to you other guys, well, figured I just show them to you guys besides the fact.
It's basically the story of a small species evolving into sentience. Combined with this song,
http://www.ocremix.org/remix/OCR01478/
It syncs almost perfectly if the image is running 15 frames per second.
I never finnished this one however.
And this
this one was supposed to be Pluto or Ceres, Though it looks more like a comet to my eyes.
EDIT: Man, my drawings are crap compared to you other guys, well, figured I just show them to you guys besides the fact.
