As it stalks it's prey, scythe in hand, bony white fingers clutches the
Dark wood shaft. It looks upon you with sightless eyes,
Staring endlessly into the dark of night, awaiting your eternal dark to arrive.
It is the servant of the devil, keeper of souls, all of your worst nightmares,
Combined to create the figure that looms before your lifeless body. This is it's reason
For existing. He has many names, but you know him as...death.
As I sit in a knotted old oak tree, looking up into the swirls and colors of the great
Space that stretches into the unknown depths, I wonder a single question,
What is our purpose in life? What were we put in existence for? To conquer, or bring
Peace? To build or to destroy? A gentle breeze flows through my fur, sending a shiver
Up my spine. The wind curls around my ears, and the words seem to flow from it
Into my mind. We all have a different purpose, a different point of view of things.
Some are more extreme than other's, but they all are from their own eyes on life.
I shut my eyes and wonder, will we ever figure out the true meanin
When Galaxies collide, the universe will stop
When Galaxies collide, life will stop
When Galaxies collide your heart will stop
When the two meet, it will become one
When one arises, life will begin.
(General Grievous) Episode 2-3 through his errr, "eyes)
Clank! Whirr! Whizz! Clank! Whirr! Whizz! Hmmph, I despise this retched body. I cannot stand all this whirring and clanking about. Why do I even exist, I will never know. These were the thoughts running through the remains of the once-proud Kaleesh, Qymaen jai Sheelal. it had been two standard years since the "accident in which cost him his soul, body, and most of his memories. He could faintly recall what had happened. He remembered chatting with his allies, and mainly the captain of his troopship, The Martyr. He was suddenly ejected from his ship and saw it tumble from the air, l
My Rage and Fury is the iron and steel of my soul
My Rage and Fury is all I can trust
My Rage and Fury is my icon of power
My Rage and Fury is what I draw strength from
My Rage and Fury is the drive, the engine, the core of my being
Rage and Fury combined, I am unstoppable
Sepulchure the Ancient, prt3 by raccoon123, literature
Literature
Sepulchure the Ancient, prt3
(This is part three of the Epic tale of Sepulchure the Ancient, created by the Deviously Deviant, Raccoon123. Where we last left off, Sepulchure blasted his way through the entire calvary of Battle Oblitherator Security Androids with a single blast. He was last seen entering the city unseen by mobian eyes.)
Ah, here we are, Knothole City High Level Security Jail Center, Level 9. It had been too easy for Sepulchure to get inside the City walls unseen, and even easier to pinpoint the location of his target. He simply used his unseen mind trick to make the guards think they were in extreme agony. That soon distracted the other guards into h
This a message, a note, a riddle
Written raw from the depths of my immortal soul
Some words of advice, of love, of passion
For whatever the heavens throw at us
Turn my words into a tune, a melodie, a rhythm
To prepare us for our final journey, into the great unknown
PROFILE:Sepulchure the Ancient by raccoon123, literature
Literature
PROFILE:Sepulchure the Ancient
PROFILE; Class A, BB1. I.D.12321332
Name: Sepulchure the Ancient One, the Bringer of Light, Master of the Master Emerald.
Last Name: INFORMATION: Incomplete
Age: Maybe in his 200,000's
Affiliations: The Flaron Cortex War, Ultimas Crystal Disaster, Creation of the Master Chaos Emerald, others unknown.
Picture: UNAVAILABLE
Known Abilities: Forgotten Chaos Powers, Unseen Mind, Soul Keep, Time and Dimension abilities, Time Reboot, GrandMaster Swordsman, Martial Artist, Link-Chain skill, Dragon's Claw.
Weapons of choice: Wrist Blades, Power Gauntlets, Chaos Emeralds, Three black curved blades with various abilities, A 47 ft. long Obsidian C
MechQuest: The General's Fist by raccoon123, literature
Literature
MechQuest: The General's Fist
(Mechquest:NOTE: This story is about MechQuest and the hero, General Grievous. The real General Grievous is all owned by LucasArts. DOUBLE NOTE: For anyone that doesn't play MechQuest......exit this deviation....NOW. Thank-you.)
PART 1: Nowhere to Run
In a parallel universe,, similar to ours, lies a planet, Lore. Lore is Earth except without the global warming and Fumes and the C.F.C.'s. It is a peaceful planet, sometimes. Alright, you got me. Lore is a completely destructive place with large helpings of Doom and immortal chaos....and giant MECHA!!!This is the world of MechQuest.
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As it stalks it's prey, scythe in hand, bony white fingers clutches the
Dark wood shaft. It looks upon you with sightless eyes,
Staring endlessly into the dark of night, awaiting your eternal dark to arrive.
It is the servant of the devil, keeper of souls, all of your worst nightmares,
Combined to create the figure that looms before your lifeless body. This is it's reason
For existing. He has many names, but you know him as...death.
As I sit in a knotted old oak tree, looking up into the swirls and colors of the great
Space that stretches into the unknown depths, I wonder a single question,
What is our purpose in life? What were we put in existence for? To conquer, or bring
Peace? To build or to destroy? A gentle breeze flows through my fur, sending a shiver
Up my spine. The wind curls around my ears, and the words seem to flow from it
Into my mind. We all have a different purpose, a different point of view of things.
Some are more extreme than other's, but they all are from their own eyes on life.
I shut my eyes and wonder, will we ever figure out the true meanin
Under this cold suit of armor, I walk the beaten path
To discover who am I, what is my purpose?
The answer hits me hard, hard as a speeding bullet in the gut,
I am Omega, the one destined to walk on and on through the dark valleys and
nightmares. I am the dark Messiah built to survive and bring pain to others.
Over and over, in my mind, a question arises, why am I cursed in this twisted form?
The curse is my being, my soul, my auma. I am Omega, the one who wears the armor
Forever as the world turns........
When Galaxies collide, the universe will stop
When Galaxies collide, life will stop
When Galaxies collide your heart will stop
When the two meet, it will become one
When one arises, life will begin.
(General Grievous) Episode 2-3 through his errr, "eyes)
Clank! Whirr! Whizz! Clank! Whirr! Whizz! Hmmph, I despise this retched body. I cannot stand all this whirring and clanking about. Why do I even exist, I will never know. These were the thoughts running through the remains of the once-proud Kaleesh, Qymaen jai Sheelal. it had been two standard years since the "accident in which cost him his soul, body, and most of his memories. He could faintly recall what had happened. He remembered chatting with his allies, and mainly the captain of his troopship, The Martyr. He was suddenly ejected from his ship and saw it tumble from the air, l
My Rage and Fury is the iron and steel of my soul
My Rage and Fury is all I can trust
My Rage and Fury is my icon of power
My Rage and Fury is what I draw strength from
My Rage and Fury is the drive, the engine, the core of my being
Rage and Fury combined, I am unstoppable
Sepulchure the Ancient, prt3 by raccoon123, literature
Literature
Sepulchure the Ancient, prt3
(This is part three of the Epic tale of Sepulchure the Ancient, created by the Deviously Deviant, Raccoon123. Where we last left off, Sepulchure blasted his way through the entire calvary of Battle Oblitherator Security Androids with a single blast. He was last seen entering the city unseen by mobian eyes.)
Ah, here we are, Knothole City High Level Security Jail Center, Level 9. It had been too easy for Sepulchure to get inside the City walls unseen, and even easier to pinpoint the location of his target. He simply used his unseen mind trick to make the guards think they were in extreme agony. That soon distracted the other guards into h
This a message, a note, a riddle
Written raw from the depths of my immortal soul
Some words of advice, of love, of passion
For whatever the heavens throw at us
Turn my words into a tune, a melodie, a rhythm
To prepare us for our final journey, into the great unknown
PROFILE:Sepulchure the Ancient by raccoon123, literature
Literature
PROFILE:Sepulchure the Ancient
PROFILE; Class A, BB1. I.D.12321332
Name: Sepulchure the Ancient One, the Bringer of Light, Master of the Master Emerald.
Last Name: INFORMATION: Incomplete
Age: Maybe in his 200,000's
Affiliations: The Flaron Cortex War, Ultimas Crystal Disaster, Creation of the Master Chaos Emerald, others unknown.
Picture: UNAVAILABLE
Known Abilities: Forgotten Chaos Powers, Unseen Mind, Soul Keep, Time and Dimension abilities, Time Reboot, GrandMaster Swordsman, Martial Artist, Link-Chain skill, Dragon's Claw.
Weapons of choice: Wrist Blades, Power Gauntlets, Chaos Emeralds, Three black curved blades with various abilities, A 47 ft. long Obsidian C
As I sit in a knotted old oak tree, looking up into the swirls and colors of the great
Space that stretches into the unknown depths, I wonder a single question,
What is our purpose in life? What were we put in existence for? To conquer, or bring
Peace? To build or to destroy? A gentle breeze flows through my fur, sending a shiver
Up my spine. The wind curls around my ears, and the words seem to flow from it
Into my mind. We all have a different purpose, a different point of view of things.
Some are more extreme than other's, but they all are from their own eyes on life.
I shut my eyes and wonder, will we ever figure out the true meanin
Favourite genre of music: Rock Favourite style of art: Cartoons, realist, idealistic Operating System: No, I know you don't care. MP3 player of choice: The Pod....racer Wallpaper of choice: Lets, blue or black? BLUE or blaaack? BLUE, BLACK??!! Skin of choice: Heavy Armor Favourite cartoon character: The General that will kill you cause hes like that. Personal Quote: " When your doomed.....well your doomed."
I am irritated at many of the people on DA who think that hey can post journal about other people on DA, and spam up pages about it. If you want rage on about something, save for your page, and un-ban your comments box for the Deviant to speak. I will not sink to their pathetic level and name the Deviants who caused this, but you will know. I am sick of it and I will stop it any way I can. You deviants who know who you are, I am coming to stop it once and for all.
Hello party peoples, I've decided to actually do something with my pathetic life for once. This journal entry is dedicated for my fellow deviants to submit their favorite webcomic (such as Las Lindas or any other thing I can of) in the comments section, hell, even throw in a link or 4!! But here are the rules:
1. Skip all the rules that i'm about to post, cept number 2 and 4.
2. The comics HAVE to be your favorite. I will know if it isn't cause i'm like that.
3. Feel free to express yourself in the most disturbing of ways.
4. NO SPAM. I mean it. I swear, If catch ONE Spammer, duh-duh-DUH!!
Hello, we meet again(by then you should know my very crappy puns have run dry) reader. I have taken some time off to tell you about something that will change your miserable lives forever....Da-da-DAAAA!! A club!
Yes thats it, no wait its more than that. This club is dedicated to spread the word of all who love and is a total fangirl/boy about the jedi hunter. The club is free for membership and it is run by my friend ~GG-x-Lovers. You can access his site by looking through my faves and seeing his username. (NO I am NOT giving you a link, you need all the exercise you can get probably get, I have a membershp card in the favs hat has Grievous