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Sunday, November 26, 2006

I got insperation from BLEACH, the anime
What happens to someone that is given every opportunity but chooses not to gain anything? He becomes hollow and desperate to feel almost anything inside. He does feel pain he does feel pleasure but he doesn’t know where to receive those sensations as well as deep emotion. He is weakened his soul by not allowing any pain in, not knowing the benefits of risk. He is slipping out of reality and when he is gone, nobody will notice for nobody will have reason to care. This poor being’s mind has been poisoned by television, cruelty of children, and lack of will. This is what happens when love is outcasted and evil is idolized. Now you must suffer the one that will remain forever numb, now you face a Hollow.
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Begining of my end
“Will you please shut him up; I can’t stand that annoying noise?” I said to Pin-Head as I was working on the outer wall. He waved toward the chatterer and it stopped clicking its teeth. “Ok, according to my research this should bring out what you want” I said proudly. Pin- Head said, “If it is what you say then you will have earned the right to keep your soul”. “Just turn the handle and both our dreams will come true”, I mumbled to myself hoping I didn’t make any mistakes. Pin- Head turned the mechanism counter clockwise and all the building shook as all the gears, pumps, and leavers engaged in their malevolent act.
Just as I hoped the building glowed and was lifted by a colossal spiral tower. Pin- Head coldly said, “You may go now”, seeing that I delivered what I had promised. I was more enthusiastic about that order than I should have been; considering what kind of people I was skipping away from. In retrospect I thought I should have run as fast as I could out of their. I knew the tower well and found it easier to leave than anticipated.
Where as Pin- Head’s plan was to open the doorway to hell, my plan was a lot more elaborate. I had theorized that forcing this structure into existence would have more perks than that sadistic bastard would ever imagine. And as though answering my prayers I heard the roaring of a motorcycle climbing the wall.
The tower was based in almost every way after the tower from one of my favorite video games and if the tower is real then a hero is destined to break the tower down. But in case of the hero’s failure, I hid an ace up my sleeve and loosened a few safety locks that would eventually do one of three things: Collapse the tower if someone tries to fully open its gates, Leek energy into the human race and possibly make some strong enough to fight, and or break its own mechanisms and destroy the box and the tower. I was very proud of my little sense of deceit, but pride is one of the deadly sins.
Turns out the hero that came out of the wood work was an incarnation of Ghost Rider. Thankfully my plans three possible results all came to pass. That, however, does not mean I got off scot-free. Ghost Rider cornered me at the base of what was the tower and proceeded to beat the answers out of me. I didn’t absorb enough energy to do anything to defend myself and to make it worse; the ghost rider’s flames affected my body and soul due to the demonic nature of the energy.
When he had all his answers he said, “I don’t care what deal you made with the devil, I’m going force you into hell!” As Ghost Rider shot fire from his mouth I became something else and jumped to the top of the nearest small building. I became like Jester from “Devil May Cry 3”, the same game the tower came from. My personality also changed to match my new body. I said, while suppressing the laughter, “A deal is a deal and the devil isn’t the only one allowed to use loop holes.” With that said I ran off laughing and teleporting.

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006


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Friday, November 17, 2006

the coming
Kept alive by machines, designed solely to cause him pain. He is the closest thing to death made into man. He feeds on your pain, sorrow, and fear. He will never stop until he that summoned him dies and his enemies’ blood pours like rain. His face removed so that his mask absorbs his soul. He is the coming cataclysm; he is the end to all that see his horns and new face. The only sign of his coming is the moaning of millions of earth bound souls slain by his cursed blade.
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Thursday, November 16, 2006

Chiang-shih (or kiang shi)
The chiang-shih is the Chinese version of the vampire. In Chinese belief, each person has two souls, a superior or rational soul and an inferior irrational soul. The superior soul could leave a sleeping body and appear as the body's double as it roamed about. It could also possess and speak through the body of another. However, if something would happen to the disembodied soul during its journey, its body would suffer.

The inferior soul, on the other hand, was called p'ai or p'o and was that which inhabited the body of a fetus during pregnancy and often lingered in the bodies of the dead. It was thought to preserve the corpse. If the p'ai was strong enough, it could preserve and inhabit a corpse for a length of time, using the body to serve its needs. The body animated by the p'ai was called a chiang-shih.

Usually chiang-shih were created after a particularly violent death, such as a suicide, hanging, drowning, or smothering. It could also be a result of an improper burial, as it was thought that the dead would become restless if their burial was postponed after their death. The chiang-shih were not known to rise from the grave, so their transformation had to take place prior to burial.

Chiang-shihs were nocturnal creatures and had difficulties crossing running water. It was said that they were particularly vicious and ripped the head or limbs off their victims. They were also said to have a strong sexual drive which led them to attack and rape women. After a period of growing stronger, chiang-shihs would gain the ability to fly, grow long white hair, and possibly change into wolves.

People protected themselves from chiang-shih by using garlic or salt. They were also driven away with loud noises, and it was thought that thunder could kill them. Brooms were used to sweep the creature back to its resting spot, while iron filings, rice, and red peas were used as barriers. If a chiang-shih reached its flying, white-haired stage, it could only be killed by a bullet or thunder. Its body must then be cremated.

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

last evil

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Monday, November 13, 2006

beauty and pain

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Saturday, November 11, 2006

almost evil

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Does anyone remember Blue Superman?

Superman Blue by ~harry7mason on deviantART

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Wednesday, November 8, 2006

Evil Elements
There are those that delight in seeing people in pain, for it lessens there’s.
There are those with minds so powerful when they speak it is hard not to fear that power.
When people of these powers meet, evil pulsates and grows in between them.
It will become hard not for the evil to grow and infect all around.
Finally those infected will be harmed or learn to harm others with unspeakable malice.
These forces must never join for the promise of cataclysm and martyrs will be definite.

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