_-={When Demons Cry}=-_


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01/26/2007 | 03:10PM EST

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Classical Song | 1.9 MB | 2 min 5 sec

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4.05 / 5.00

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Song for Escalation. When a monster's concious catches him and lets him hear the dead cry.

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Average Score: 9.6 / 10

Score: 10
nine-tailed-fox5

"great song!"

date: October 29, 2009

its really soothing yet a bit sad.

sorry, i cant help my self! heres a story i pictured while listening:
A lone soldier walks across the ruins of his home village, long ravaged by the war that ended nearly a week ago, he feels his vision slowly fog, due to his fatal injuries. The soldier carries on though, as if some invisible force is pulling him, refusing to let him die until he fufilled some goal. He soon happened upon the ruins of his house, long burned to ashes and dust, slowy fading away into nothing, he colapses at a near by tree, where the graves of his loved ones stood. A fell breeze brushes his cheek, as if welcoming him, as the last sunset he would ever see took place before him, its gold and crimson rays touching the ruined village, and the lone soldier was now at peace....

sorry again! great song, keep up the good work!

October 30, 2009

Author's Response:

don't apologize! it's a very touching story. Without knowing anything about this soldier, I can feel his unexplainable desire to die with his kin. Share victory, share defeat. An army, a people are destined as such.

Thanks for the story, and the review! Glad you liked it.

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Score: 10
stormy036

"Story story...stories!"

date: February 11, 2009

Here's my story (and I apologize beforehand). Serious comment located below.

Wario farted and the whole Mushroom Kingdom suddenly vanished. Mario sets on a quest to do something (haven't quite figured that part out yet, but it involves apple sauce, just don't ask how). It also involves mushrooms and somehow Luigi's involved too, again (probably still living in Mario's shadow, or something, you know how he is). Peach is just Peach (thought I was gonna say peachy, didn't ya) and ends up getting kidnapped by a giant ................ ummm ............. let me think .............. ummmmmmmmm .................. turtle, whose name so happens to be (yes you guessed it) Bowser, aka "I got my ass whooped by Mario so many times it's a miracle that I'm still here".

Turns out that: Mario was in Toronto, or New Jersey (hell if I know); Peach ended up lost, in the woods, somewhere (probably in here own backyard); Bowser is really a kangaroo disguised as a monkey (that sucked); and Yoshi is a vegetable. Hell I'm just making this up as I go along. Screw Yoshi (not really). And toad is the most useless character in this game, or movie (whichever is funnier). Kill the infidel! Buy more useless crap!

___ OMG? Who writes this crap?
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But seriously, this is a great piece of music. I apologize, but I couldn't resist. I felt both happy and sad at the same time, and very few songs I have listened to on Newgrounds have failed to do that. This could easily fit into the game I'm making with RMXP (RPG Maker XP). A great aftermath piece. "The price we pay for war is greater than the reward of victory," or something like that (sorry I'm not really good with proverbs).

I hope I haven't offended anybody (probably going to be voted as a useless review, but who cares) and that you guys have a good sense of humor. Keep up the already good work.

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Thank you for your time,

-stormy

P.S. This is the longest review I have ever written here (and I still have 2,072 characters to write, nice).

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Score: 10
Legend4

"Moving"

date: November 26, 2008

Peaceful, calm and bittersweet. Those are my words to describe this piece of art.

In other words. I love it!

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Score: 10
linkgoff

"here's my take"

date: October 19, 2008

an aging man looks upon a scarred, war torn battlefield. He ponders back to a time, long before he had the wisdom to cherich it, when this land was green, and filled with flowers, rich streams, lush forests, and quaint small towns. He wanders through the ruins, barely recognizable, of what was once his town. A mere few blackened stones stand reminder in the passing of where houses once stood.

He walks on to another town, far more decrepit, this only recognizable by a single stone for the largest building, and a pit still scarred from raging flames that scorched it centuries ago. He remembers this place as well. As he walked on to the very point where the war began, memories threatening to overwhelm him, he bespied a flower. Not a very speacial flower, very plain, nondescript. But it gave him hope. Hope that his deeds would not permanantly affect this land, that it would rise once again to its former glory in time.

What in young foolish pride he had begun, in aging wisdom he would end. He withdrew his knife, scratching a message upon the stone
Arius
In foolish youthfulness he began, in ageless wisdom, he ended.
then the man layed down in front of the stone and, smiling for as long as possible, slid the knife across his throte(sorry i forgot how to spell that)

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Score: 10
funnyhomeboy

"Well, everyone was doing a story, here's mine."

date: September 15, 2008

The setting begins in a war-torn country. Aarof, a friend of Raskiel, a soldier from the opposing force, has a decision. Will he kill his defeated comrade? Will he destroy one whom he called friend?

Raskiel lays on the ground, wondering how this came to. How his friend must lay a finishing blow upon he who he knew from infancy, when war was a term they used to define an event that was hundreds of years old.

Aarof drew his sword as he walked to the man. Memories flooded throughout his emotions, fishing by the lake. Him catching a bass and boasting it to his friends while the humble Raskiel released his fish which would have served at least two more.

A tear passed down his cheek, standing there before Raskiel. "Do it, my friend, for I wish no more to see this war torn world which we call home", muttered Raskiel.

Raskiel closed his eyes, preparing for death. Nothing came. A spatter of blood lay before him. "As do I, friend" choked Aarof, blood gushing from the mouth,"As do I."

God, I feel like crap. Now I made myself even sadder, but I'm happy with the little story I made. :)

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