Well now, before I do crap, I'll upload a picture of Lancelot Albion posing bad-asically!
And heres a tiiiiny little story!
[spoiler]Black twig, the greatest assassin in all of france, he could drag people into the river before they could insult his hairdo. This weeks target was Nelt Mern, a creepy man who was getting suspicious to the death corporation. Today he might try to kill him using poison in his water, life is good.[/spoiler]
And theres some thing to keep you satisfied, for now.
Posted on: January 10, 2010, 06:36:26 PM
Heres a thing I wrote, half set in reality, 1/4 in what would be cool 1/4 just making it up as I go along.
[spoiler]The streets were so fully packed with dozens of people going to and fro the shops and banks set in the city, some carrying suitcases others backpacks and even luggage for those light movers. Today my destination was one of my most favorite places. as you walked down the street the sweet scent of cinnamon rolls made you close your eyes and take it all in, the bakery had just finished their dough treats. Their delicious bread could be split in two with just a hand, and the butter would simply melt as the warm bread absorbed the butter. Caramel and custard tarts known as flan were being served, the sweet caramel like sauce and the square custard were always best once done with the main course. Here I came to enjoy a saturday night with friends or enjoy sunday dinner with family. On the walls hang ornaments of the Inca civilization such as odd shovels and intricate drawings carved on wood. There were replicas of Chilean hats and the spikes cowboys would wear on their boots.
This entire place was secluded, as far away from the city towers and hidden as can be, the outside was always the same, bland. To many it was a secret hidden away, a place to converse with friends and eat and dance on occasions. The owner had been a friend of mine for quite some time now, we often chatted away when he should have been serving guests. As I walked in the same smells came to me, and there was the owner, taking his orders as he switched from english to spanish. I sat down and ordered the same thing I always had, a churasco and a coke. My friend wasn't the fastest to fill orders, but he got it done anyhow. I stretched and looked at the big TV broadcasting yet another futbol game.
The sandwich came to me, with its avocado and sizzling meat, and of course the famous french fries that came with almost every meal and everyone who came here knew why. As I took a bite of the fries I took in the fried taste and texture of the outside skin, soft and homemade. Finishing the sandwich I went to the counter and paid my bill, it was pretty cheap for such a good meal. Walking out I saw my friends, the owners kids, as they greeted me, in this place there were only fond memories and great meals.[/spoiler]
Posted on: January 12, 2010, 08:27:04 PM
I made a poll so I can know if people read these things, posting helps you know.
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Posted on: January 28, 2010, 10:48:05 PM
Here is another piece of my masterpiece, I do hope you enjoy it. I will continue that story I was writing about some year ago.[spoiler]As the sun set, Toraku emerged from his house, staring at the beautiful picture nature has drawn him. He was always trying to catch the sunset though his work usually got in the way of it. A scent floated in the air, it was out of place with the smells of autumn. Then he saw smoke coming from the north of the village. Toraku realized what was happening, pirates had invaded the village, his mind had only time to process that fact before his feet started moving was quick as they could. A shield materialized at his side, along with a broadsword by his left arm. The hill that covered the houses from Toraku's point of view rolled behind, as he gazed at the fires, none of them spilling onto the grass and flowers, perfectly burning the houses only. Toraku glanced at his right, where an axe was hurtling toward him. He had time to deflect the axe with his buckler.
As the axe slid off, Toraku counterattacked with a jab towards the ribs, though he did not expect there to be armor there. Toraku then saw the isignia of the Zamex army, the bomb had finally blown between the two countries and Zamex had pressed the big red button. Toraku dodged another axe swing as he sliced upward, ribbing off the chain mail and sending the man reeling. Finishing the man with a thrust to the chest, Toraku was smacked against the wall by another soldier on a horse. Toraku was suddenly staring at a lance aimed perfectly at his throat, his hairs standing up and his mind racing for a solution. Toraku materialized a small shield to crush the spear,he then got his feet back on the ground and flew upwards, his left arm a flurry of swings and blood raining everywhere.
Toraku threw the man off his horse and jumped on it, taking the reins and escaping the terrible scene. He didn't need anything from his house, he was a metalition, a man who could spin shields and mix blades and magic to create weapons beyond a standard person's reach. [/spoiler]
Posted on: February 01, 2010, 10:40:00 PM
Commander Friedrich von Reinstag"I didn't spend seven years trudging through mud and hedges to fight amateurs like you. Drop your weapons and bring me a real warrior."Height: 6'4"
Weight: 140 lbs
Weapon of choice: Siebenkrieg, a zweihander sword with a rust-brown pommel, thick hilt and red gemstone encrusted in the centre. It actually consists of two blades, each one travelling straight upwards from the pommel, then meeting at the top to form a single blade. It is about half an inch thick, though it narrows and is sharpened at either edge. He wears it strapped over his back with a leather sash.
Secondary weapon(s): A pair of single-edged hunting knives, held in small scabbards on his belt.
Appearance: Tall, well-built and inherently intimidating; eyes always half-closed, one of them is grey and has a scar across it; hefty jaw and stiff upper lip; mane of dark-brown hair that circles all the way around his head, as with an actual lion's mane; hair forms sideburns and a beard, with small moustache-like points emerging to go beneath his nose; leather undershirt and shirt with a metal chestplate, metal shoulderpad on his right side, iron gauntlets, iron boots and iron greaves; leather belt with a gold shield-esque buckle at the centre, has a red gemstone on it; clothing is notably stitched and repaired in some parts.
Personality: Gruff, dutiful, strong-willed, intelligent, resourceful, respectful, stoic, earnest, adamant, compassionate towards his men, ruthless towards his foes, nevertheless honourable in battle.
This character was created by the greatest writer in this place, Lucky Star, so that's why its so damn good. Though I did tell him a few things about how i wanted the character created, he has done this for free and is awesome. Also he would like to have blue hair, we can relate.Posted on: February 06, 2010, 04:07:43
I could not sleep, so I decided to make a poem about this one guy named Black Nova, normal guy, doesn't do much, just hangs around.
Black NovaThis man isn't ever really there,
The things he says are never rare
No one bothers to give him a run
Except Hitomi, who wants to enslave you all
Practically the only guy who doesn't sprite or draw
Although he writes, it's sub-par, say all
If only he could the writings of Lucky
Too bad his writing is too rusty
Well at least he can come up with a story arc
If his mind hits a spark
There really isn't much more to tell
Hey, how long has he been standing there?
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