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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
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
The tragedy of the mook and how it died one dayThe fickle sky presses
Against the glass of the windows
And the dry strung up heat of the winter sun
Spilled over the anemic asphalt
Our shadows seared into the bottom of our sneakers
Moving with a sort of blithe nonchalance
Searching for the speckled grey of a familiar horizon
The apathetic footsteps and my clenched hands
Quiver beneath the setting sun’s bloody smear
Across the over populated sky
That was no longer clear
Rather it was the looking glass phenomena
Spread eagled across my retinas
And during those grief stricken days spent
Hanging off your rooftops and skylines
I've contemplated replacing
my heart with another
Liver so I can
Drink more and care less
And I can vow that sleeping is only
For the dead or at least
The heavily medicated and sadly
I can no longer tell the difference between
spun out so far, i can't be true to you.he's still the way i watch the stars
and how i run like no one's watching
he's what i dream of when i'm awake
but maybe i'm done waiting
maybe it's you
maybe it's me this time
and maybe that's enough
he still races through my veins
and no, my heart is not steady when i see him
but i was never one for patience
a year is too long to hold on
and he is conservative
and button downs
he is beautiful
but i am wild
i am dirty feet
and summer evenings
i am mud-caked nails
and cider throats
i am sun soaked
laced with drunken poetry
i am watercolour
he is oil based
he is canvas in london galleries
i am doodles on napkins in mediterranean restuarants
you are cheekbones and dark eyes
coffee stained fingers
smirks and accidental brushes
i don't intend to know anything more
he is confidence
i am uncertainty
i live in the wind and the forests
we both spend too much time in front of mirrors
but whilst he kisses them
i crack them
and all the while he is leather
the King and his moon.i.
this is an ode
to the King. We
watched him blow
away like an ocean
of black feathers,
and our Father muttered
that he was
forgiven, always, truly
forgiven. But we
all know that
nothing gold can
stay-- he had to
go. It was written.
that was when the
Queen cut her hair. Again,
we watched it fall to
her chamber floor
in heaps of strung
gold. But we already
knew that it would have
to go. We already
knew that she
would go, for it
was written, and it
was already forgiven.
the Prince grew up
with the memory of
black shoes and hair
littering the halls of
an empty palace. The
Queen was busy, always
busy, and then she was sick--
and then the Prince put on
his black robes for her, even
though he always remembered
her in shades of red.
on his father's throne,
the boy-king realized that
this was the place
that swallowed up his love,
and it gave way to war.
You know what they
say-- "A heartbrok
i.by the grace of an orphan winter,
i have known you
babel, babylon: eyes raptured rare and hands
to strange knowing and throat bruising
pale against the press
. ...such sudden gods. such taken
you stumble where night falls
too far to the left; my wild garden
old dusks, blue
reality vs. pretendi.
a wooden sword
and an eye-patch
i was a girl who
knew deep inside
had developed feelings
and they were all
selfishly for me.
you tricked me,
you kidnapped me,
all to tell you stories
in which good triumphs
over evil, not really;
was to walk the plank
as you planned to kill
him and feed him to
the ticking crocodile.
happy thoughts and
faerie dust would
allow me to fly,
but i only had the
first and i was doomed;
your wooden sword poked
my back, waiting for me
to take the leap
down (the stairs),
hearing the ticking
(of the oven)
go off - just in time.
surly, mother called us
down for dinner
and at the end of the night,
it was all truly
bedtime stories will
serve as my peter pan,
as my escape from reality.
ScreamSo I'll stand and yell it to the ceiling
to celebrate the fact that i'm alive and breathing.
I'll take your hand to try and share this feeling.
The only thing I can do is stand and scream.
"I still fucking love you."
And hope it starts the healing.
PossibilitesWhen I was 5
I wanted to be
anything to be
When I was 12
I wanted to be
to learn how
the Earth works
and what makes
stones so beautiful
When I was 16
I wasn't sure what
I wanted to be
The future was uncertain
So was I at this point of time
But then again
So were other kids
Now I'm 20
I want to be a writer
My mind's eye seeing
people and places
like a photo album
words stringing together
to create something beautiful
Untitled...The world is made of a couple of hopeless poets.
Dreamers cutting their wrists,
Rivers are the color of their dull, dusty blood.
The metallic taste of their sorrows on my tongue.
Bullets entering skulls that when burst open, shimmer with brilliance.
A gentle touch.
Oh, what a pity.
For all geniuses to be forever lonely.
And all poets, dead.
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.
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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