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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
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
untitled.the dirt between
running, soles like
humming thunder whisper
hush, but these walls are made of
(i can't hear you).
chest burning, soaring-
past lives mumbling like
a burnt out radio,
you grace the ground with
and your bare feet
brush in the quiet
against the buzz of the earth
in a field of
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
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.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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