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Could I expand this?“The Black Wizard was once a handsome and brilliant young man; but because of jealousy and vengeance, he lost himself to his pride, and now wanders in exile,” A haze of smoke crawled out of the old man’s yellow teeth, “He was banished for going against the imperial decree, and abusing the rights entitled to him through what he learned. The White Crown finally cast him out upon hearing of the forbidden arts that he practiced; neglecting those whom he falsely sworn to protect with his life. His own students are now nothing more than a nuisance; and to the sorcerer, all who once stood alongside him are considered inferior and weak.”
“So where is he now?” the child asked.
The Old Man leaned closer, for his voice qu
The Vicious Cycle of Rainbow RoseThe Vicious Cycle of Rainbow Rose
(Rainbow Spy can be heard in the distance laughing his butt off, as he seems to teleport from place to place using spy cloak to give the illusion that he vanishes and appears repeatedly)
(Rainbow Spy squeaks when he sees a RED Engineer with a cowboy hat and moustache)
(music begins to play)
Rainbow Spy: “HA!” (big and happy smile)
Engineer: “Murrrrhhh” (glares)
Rainbow Spy: “Huh?” (big confused face)
Engineer: (takes off hat and tosses it aside)
Rainbow Spy: “oh no…” (grimaces with fear)
Engineer: (is standing up and rapidly “yippee-kye-aye”s whilst throwing his hands up and head back, with head shaking around)
Rainbow Spy: “AGH!!” (big scared face)
Engineer: (face becomes Vagineer face with slightly bigger head) “OOOOOOOOOB!!!”
(fast part of the music plays as the vagineer lunges after Rainbow Spy. However,
Bird meets IkeThe scent of every grass and stone rose in the morning mist, the golden sunrise kissing the moss upon the dark tree trunks. A starling emerged from her nest and cocked her head in various angles, looking about for signs of draft and silent breeze. A frog bellowed near the crystal stream with a croaking yawn, while the gentle haze of dew on the grass floated around and strayed far from every hole in the ground. The shadows of the forest were separated by golden light and dusty sunbeams from the outskirts of green and brown. Flowers and bushes gently wavered while their leaves dripped on the roots of neighboring shrubs and herbs. Mushrooms stood still and white, while a butterfly prepared to take off.
The vixen paced out of the hole, a bright sky-blue nose in front of her glowing teal eyes. Her ears spun about curiously, taking in the hushing bubbling of the stream. Her brown-orange fur coat was rich and gentle, and floated in the dark silently. Her smile greeted the flying creatures abo
Red BanditA nervous cluck and beady eyes
A bright shadow slinks about.
What can I say to you?
A brilliant flash and squawking;
A mischievous grin, and claws scrape the dirt;
The smell of every grass and stone
In the red-tailed darter.
His fan a flag of white,
He becomes water! Through the fence he goes, plush and thin.
Squawking and screaming.
A flash of teeth, and final screech.
A taste of fresh bird in the dark trees... gone.
My first parableThe Shepard watches over his flock; The fisherman stands upon his dock; The scribe reclines and watches the clock; and all of them are bored.
The fisherman is simply a man; The scribe is listless tapping his hand; yet far and wide across the land; The Shepard is The Lord.
A cunning fox with blackened paws; socks on his feet equipped with claws; He has no master, king, or laws; he says “Their food is mine!”
He smells their meals with his nose; he’s swift and nimble on his toes; hungry he is, but yet he knows; that he must take his time.
Away in slumber, sleeps the scribe; must needed rest he doth imbibe; his snoring rings a silent vibe; he has no clue who’s coming.
Monsiuer Renard taps at the door; crawls through the window onto the floor; slinks past the scribe and nothing more; and so sharp is his cunning.
Around the corner trotted that fox; he opened up the scribe’s lunch-box; sandwich, chicken, mil
Third script for Rainbow Rose!Title of video: "The foiled plan"
Announcer: "Alert... the intelligence has captured the command point!"
Heavy: "... DAAH!"
Engineer: "Well, goodnight Irene!"
(An enemy scout appears)
Scout: "Heheh... ha ha ha! Yeh! AUGH!"
(The Engineer looks at the BLU scout and shoots his shotgun at him, blowing the Scout's head off)
Heavy: "Not your job. That's usually /my/ job, but... eheheh. Good work!"
Engineer: "Much obligued, partner!"
[screen cuts to spawn room]
Scout: "... Awh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Soldier: (spawns) "Give 'em hell, boys!" (The soldier yells and runs out of the spawn room)
(The Scout looks at a newly spawned spy, who is apparently dressed with christmas lights around his neck)
Scout: "Hey, Lard fat!"
Spy: "... What!? I am no fat man. I am the spy."
Scout: "... sawry!"
(the BLU scout and BLU spy walk calmly out of the spawn room suddenly to see an Engineer)
Engineer: "WEEEEEEWWW-HOOOO!" (he flies into the spawn room and gets "inside" the covert, laughing a
Script Two for RainbowRoseTitle of video: "Christian Brutal Spyper: The weapons master and the wandering maniac"
(A pyro is going into the intelligence room, alongside the soldier, scout, heavy, and medic)
Scout: "Let's go!"
(the medic and pyro take a look at the BLU intelligence rom to find it seemingly empty, but unusually dark)
Heavy: "... MOOOOOVE!!"
Scout: (smacks Heavy in the jaw) "SSSHH!!"
(the scout and pyro move steadily towards the table and are a few feet away from it when they suddenly hear a slurping noise right in front of them)
Scout: "... um..."
(then they hear a mug being placed calmly back on the same table)
(The lamp nearby turns on, revealing the calmly smiling visage of the Christian Brutal Spyper)
(The Pyro screeches)
Scout: (looks at Pyro) "... Um..." (suddenly screams alongside him)
Christian Brutal Spyper: "(muttering) Ya weasel..."
(The soldier runs after the intelligence, slamming his hand on it and yells at Christian Brutal Spyper's face)
Script One for RainbowRoseMain Characters
Gentleman Spy: RainbowRose (personally). BLU spy with several medals due to all of his achievements, classy shades, a sense of style and skill, and a balloonicorn that mysteriously follows him around everywhere.
Isaac: Isaac632 (Personally). Orange-colored Shape-Shifter that can change form to gain the attributes and powers of whatever he becomes. Also has a thing for Fluttershy, who is his companion.
SoupDic SeePan: Genetically fused clone of multiple Demo-Monsters, possessing an absurd number of weapons and abilities for combatting hostile monsters. Self-styled vigilante superhero.
Painis Cupcake: Lunatic Cannibal, and one of the original Gmod monsters. Hostile monster that lives in spawn room.
Fluttershy: Isaac’s companion.
Balloonicorn: Gentleman Spy’s companion.
(Note: Christian Brutal Spyper appears in the next episode! The scripts for that episode are coming next!)
Gentleman Spyper: (Spawns) "Ooh!" (Squ
Mortal Kombat: Dangerous Duo vs OnyxShao Kahn moved his head to the left, "And now, the dual team; step into the arena. Enjoy your applause, for it may be your last!"
Darkness the Bat and Miss Ruby both flew into the gladiator arena, their crowds of supporters cheering politely and approperiately. They took in the sensation with delight.
"It doesn't get any better than this, Darkness. Think about it; with all of our fame, we could get ourselves a new house!" Ruby chuckled.
Shao Kahn roared in delight, "Onyx! Step onto the arena square!"
Onyx's heavy footsteps made the dust rise greatly as he went into the arena. The crowd hopped around with excitement and Onyx folded his arms proudly.
With a bellow, he shouted, "Show me my opponent!"
The audience roared with delight.
Darkness and Ruby looked up with fright at the ten foot tall giant of a man before them, his shinobi mask and leggings a dark gray. His belt was a sparkly silver linen that glittered as he walked, shimmering brightly like starlight. His muscles were ripped a
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
The BirdSo desperate for the love
She couldn't find inside.
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars,
Convinced she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful,
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
Resolutely she found the key
And let herself out.
She never noticed how confining it had become
The cage ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful place.
Along the way,
She found another mirror.
Looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me – herself -
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch transform into a strut,
Her shining tears dissolve into mischiev
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
comfortcurling into quilts so deep
bubbles of tension run off
my body like soap, and i
clutch that raggedy little
dog to my chest like cloth
can make me whole.
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
nightfallThe night air is cool.
Street lamps are coming on
and from my window seat,
narrow and confining,
there's a person on bike.
I wonder where they're going,
who they are, what they'll see,
whether they'll be friend or foe,
and if that will matter to me.
Ah, they're turning, turning,
out of sight now
behind the houses,
the trees, the lights
behind the sheltered,
comforting feel of night
I'm starting to feel witchy
as the first star shows its twinkle
thinking of these rhymes and rhythms
Like the beat of my heart
matches the breath of the wind
and the exhalation
of my sleeping sister next door
and the snores of father and mother
down the hall.
It's a night of magic and mystery:
no cloud covers the moon,
not quite full, not quite empty
and the scratching noise of branches
echoes my imagination,
narrow and confined,
my body starts to ache
longing for the comfort of the bed
just a few feet away.
I turn from the window,
face the curtain, but a glimpse
of another biker catches my eye
and I'm trans
Somewhere in New YorkSomewhere in New York,
a voice calling,
It was full
of wild imaginings,
of human revolution,
of ideas which
to her heart -
it is right
to be alone
in the struggle...
2 puzzle pieces
which seemed to fit
and did join
and how happy
to be the corner piece,
to lead the rest
to her love...
For she had loved
but only once...
Only one chance
to bring all of it
If she faced
it did not
it did not
change one curl
in a proud
for much can be
In New York,
in her head,
to tatters -
but only once...
The Witch TrialOn the east-bounds o' red-rose shire,
there stands the Pendle Hill.
T'ween rivers Ribble and Hudder,
wind-swept moors standing still.
Walled by the druid stones and wary
hedgerows, Irish sea gales whisper and
moan. For devil soul'd men o' earth
tramp the trails alone.
Demdike and Device, Redferne and Whittle.
Those crones and their blood kin
care for nought, old hearts brittle.
Across the dark old Pendle Hill
They scurry'd and swarm'd. To fear'd Malkins
Tower, Pendle Forests black soul.
Brave Nicholas and Nowell, hid 'mongst
the tall trees, unseen by the Coven
who plotted dark deeds. They led
local men held by fear and thrall,
Captured the Coven, sent to
Lancaster's dank halls.
Trial'd, and tested, and sentenced to die.
Devils and beggars, see
the Pendle's blighters stand nigh.
Hung by the neck 'till the corpses
are cold. Buried in churchyards, with
eyes on their souls.
But one was different from the old
and the ugly. Dear Alice Nutter,
the lady of Roughlee. Silent and
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
A Bear's Secret WeaknessBEHR!
Huge, lumbering, brown and black.
Crunch, pound, snap!
Big brown eyes.
Big nose. snort, snort.
Lick the air.
What was that?
Look around! Perceive. Detect.
Left... Right... moss and rock...
Squeak! Scrape, scrape.
What is that!?
Look up! clouds and trees.
What is that!?!
Tiny, fluffy, black rodent.
Tiny teeth, beady eyes.
It turns around, flash of white.
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