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Once a simple candy corn, now a horrific entity destined to do battle with the forces of humanity!
[QUOTE=L33t Pinez;47308435]The lion woke up, as he quicky panced around. When he saw his dead mother. His eyes opened in shock, then he smiled. He hated his mother. The End[/QUOTE] HIS ICON IS A TIGER FOOL Also The Japanese soldier looked at the Panda orgy ahead. This was not in the 'how to invade china' handbook. And he got very rustled at the sight of this. So he just stood there, looking in confusion and fear.
After years of feeling bad with no hope in sight, the frog finally found something that made him feel good again: killing infidels in the name of Allah. His hobbies now include car bombing, stoning both himself and non-believers, and brewing a fresh cup of coffee in the morning.
A helpless satan worshipper stuck bobbing her head to works of devil music such as Korn and Marilyn Manson.
You are the creator of Dynamic Comics - THE PRESENCE. And... actually I am being told NOT to tell your backstory as DC will be pretty pissed off if I spoil future New 52 comics. Thanks Batman.
A sign mounted on a bullet-hole riddled wall. The last thing dictators and public servants alike read before they die by firing squad.
Your name is Chei Chin Chow, also known as Pussydawg, a citizen of the Dystopian city "New Polis". You were separated from your father at an early age and escorted into New Polis, all of your memories that existed before that were erased by your new adopted father "Eobard Thawne". After being imprisoned inside a fantasy world for 18 years you are rescued by a 38 year old man called "Drake Tenenbaum" in order to fulfill his contract that will allow him to immediately pay off his debts of sin. However, you and him have something in common.
You are Prevesnic Nishto, although you go by many names. You walk the lands ranging from Armenia all the way to Siberia. You have been walking along the paths least traveled for what seems like years. Although you manage to avoid big cities, you do sometimes encounter small settlements. Hopefully at least one of the locals will know your reputation and tell others of your arrival. Then their best option would be to leave by one hour after your arrival, but not by the path for which you came. They can safely return to their homes after one day. But may God have mercy on those who aren't able to leave the town or refuse to leave. There used to be one village called Nemoy just south of the northern Georgian border. On the day of your arrival, only one man knew who you were, and warned the others, but no one believed him. Unable to persuade the others, the man ran from town. When he came back one day later, there was nobody there to greet him. The locals simply disappeared. However, there were signs of a struggle; empty hunting rifles, bullet holes in the walls, broken windows and misplaced and broken furniture and equipment. Yet there was no blood anywhere. But what disturbed the man the most was a set of footprints leading into town and out. Each footprint was just a very misshapen circle, and the trail went into each house and back out. And the lone man noticed that the weird footprints leading into town were shallower than the ones leading out. And that is what you are known to be: A bringer of doom who makes people disappear for the hell of it. You are both feared and despised. You are death. But the truth is that you don't want this to happen. You avoid populated areas for the population's safety, but you will inevitably run into small villages. You want to warn them, but you are mute and don't know the language, and gave up on it long ago. As for the disappearances? You know what causes it and you know that it is coming after you, and will take advantage of those that are in its way... [editline]15th March 2015[/editline] Fuck. Totally missed the bow.
Pansy, the psychopatic killer jingoistic clown, has escaped from his confinement and decided to enact his revenge upon his communist captors.
Benjamin Turner, or 'Big Brow Ben' to his friends, is a humble tailor from Glendale. He worked as an apprentice to his father for many years, until he felt he had the skill necessary to strike out on his own. Several years later, it was clear to him that his business was failing and he wasn't nearly as skilled a tailor as his father. Benjamin sold his shop for what little he could get for it, then used the last of his money to buy a set of armor, a mace and a simple crossbow. You see, Big Brow Ben heard tales of a local treasure buried alongside a once famous prince in a nearby dungeon. Having nothing to lose, Ben opened the large wooden doors leading into those once hallowed chambers, and began the life of adventure that would make him a legend.
Joe Madrarzox was a former dictator of a series of tropical countries in the year 1976. His great reign of terror had lasted for about a month, resulting in more deaths than World Wars I and II combined, until his regime was toppled by his immediate death from a heart attack from consuming too much greasy fried steaks made from his victims' flesh. Due to his infertility, and lack of trusting in his people, his regime had toppled immediately after his death, and nearly everybody rejoiced.
Its name is Nyargl'ath, it is an elder god that takes its earthly form as a walking, sapient plushie, however, many eternities ago it's sibling Garglbl'aahzt bit off Nyargl'ath's seventh spine and this explains why this abominable manifestation of the outer ranges of unknown existence and the slimy depths of human consciousness cannot constantly maintain its earthly form, thus it jitters in and out of existence. Nyargl'ath was known once by the spacefaring tribessquids of Zeta Riticuli as "The Ignominious Artist of Defecation" for it's strange ways of expelling wormholes. When he came to earth, he spread the first mental illnesses amongst mammal and man, the early man worshiped Nyargl'ath and sacrificed infants and virgin females to him to ward off insanity, but when the sky and sun changed colours, nothing was heard of him ever since. Many wizards do not know that its earthly form is in no way of earthly matter, or even matter known to the local supercluster, but any experienced astral plane traveller would be aware that due to the human minds nature of experiencing abstractions rather than the concrete, it is solely our minds interpreting the part of Nyargl'ath that reaches into the realm of man.
the west is simply the best
Who are you? [sp]First words Farnsworth said in Futurama[/sp]
In an experiment that went horribly wrong, the Professor has trapped himself inside the Donkey Kong arcade game. He is now trapped in an infinite loop, jumping barrels for all eternity.
“Now,” Eva said, “it is time.” He stomped down the building and took forward a horn, sounding it. Seconds later he started yelling: “Assemble in front of the town hall!” After half a minute, everybody arrived. “We shall overtake the Farstrider Retreat today, gentlemen!” Some raised their weapons into the sky, cheering in wild impatience. “For the Scourge!” they yelled. Eva calmed them with a gesture, lowering his hand. “Mount up and follow me!” He stepped to his horse, mounting up and whipping the reins slightly, walking over to the walkway before halting his horse, some on steeds, others on risen hawkstriders and wolves. Almost a day passed before they arrived. Eva halted his steed and dismounted. “Hop off. It’s time to break them.” He moved along, spotting a terrace. Raising his head, he yelled: “You must be the commander of the forces here!” The elven man knelt down, chuckling. “Come on, Scourge filth! We can break you as easily as we broke the trolls!” Eva shook his head as he laughed evilly, moving on. As he reached the entrance, two rangers raised their shortbows, aiming to fire against the group of undead. Garm’argal, once again, charged forward and sliced one of the men’s head off, as the other tried to run. He was intercepted by Drethund, who cursed the man with a shadow bolt. He hunched over, vomiting out his own blood as he fell down completely, jittering a few seconds more before dying off. Ra’zagul, in the back, had already prepared a spell to break the barricade. Seconds later, Eva steps away before it violently blows open. Inside are various elven refugees, all crying and scared. “They’d meet their end one way or another! Kill them!” Eva yells out, before a group of elven rangers assembles and raises their bows. They fired enchanted arrows, those digging into Garm’argal's armor and pushing him back heavily. Almost falling over, he pulled himself together and charged onward with his shield raised, as he rammed him away and crushed his skull. Drethund and Rallen both started channeling together in order to corrupt two of the five, those falling down and withering away. i wrote this myself years ago and reused it without any context you're welcome
He was once an army commander who was betrayed by one of his officers, which lead to losing his army and his life. He cursed that he will never rest until the traitor is revenged.
The giant gear rose high above the mountain, it will soon take another city and consume the souls of the innocent just as it has done in years long passed. Men have tried to stop it but none succeeded. The Elder Gear is a force of nature, something no mere mortal can comprehend.
You are Queen Edna of the Stoltenberg Royal Family. You rule over the Gruenfelsen Nation. How you became queen is quite an interesting story. Your father, King Gottfried, ruled Gruenfelsen with an iron fist. He taxed the lower class until they only had the bare minimum to survive. After that, you'd probably be robbed; crime was rampant and seemed unstoppable. And if you were to catch the robber in the act, he'd kill you. It was only after one citizen managed to catch and kill a bandit that the truth was discovered. It ended up that the bandit was none other than the son of the King, your brother. Heck, all 15 of your brothers robbed and killed citizens and your Father didn't give a crap. But now he had to calm the citizens of Gruenfelsen. He went to the city center to address the situation to the people. Right in the middle of his speech, one man yelled the five words that would go down in history: "Wait! He's just a raccoon!" The citizens rioted and killed the king and his fifteen sons. However, you were spared; you were just too adorable-looking. So you took the throne. And after fifteen years of your rule, how do your citizens feel? "Meh."
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