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this is my short story titled Sinisteer . i will be glad to answer any questions about the story and welcome suggestions. the spacing may not be right. enjoy:

Laughing(|)Insanity presents:
Sinisteer
“Death to the enemy!” shouted the Brave General with fire in his eyes as he led his powerful brigade valiantly and swiftly towards the enemy. His soul shone brightly through his eyes as he marched forward, weapon drawn, ready to slay the beast; Red-as-Fire. The Brave General and his brigade rushed straight to their doom. As they charged towards the monster, the monster charged towards them. When the two forces met, the victor was clear and true. The Fiery Red Beast drove her horns through any who stood in their way. For those who stood between her horns, their destiny was to be knocked into the air by her terrifying head and snout. Others, she crushed with her massive knuckles and terrible hooves. Even those foolish enough to be alive and stand up while under her body were smashed under the ground by her immense utter. Any who survived the initial onslaught were quickly executed by her huge flailing tail.
In just ten moments, the entire force of brave strong warriors had been reduced to impaled cadavers, crushed bodies, empty-headed remains, and bloody corpses strewn about the ground. After thirty moments, all dead showings of the bloody affair had been devoured by the monster.

Orange is her skin, red is her fur, black is her utter, encompassing blue are her eyes, blood belongs to her horns, teeth, and hooves, fearsome are her ways. Maternal and deadly, the Sinisteer lives only for her young.

“It has been three days since my king’s troops were sent to slay the monster! Is there no hope for us?” Questioned the Servant of the Lord to his king. “I am convinced that we have lost all hope!” he cried his final cry. His king’s Advisor told their king his thoughts but their king was indifferent. One moment passed before their king finally spoke: “We have thought about the situation, our Lord’s Servant’s cries, and our Advisor’s thoughts. We have decided to reluctantly but humbly request help from the neighboring kingdoms.” Their king paused for a few moments and looked around the room before asking, “Where is our Messenger?” then demanding, “Bring our Messenger to us so that our needed help may be requested.” Their king’s Sentries fetched their king’s Messenger. Their king spoke the message to their king’s Messenger. Their king’s Messenger quickly left the chamber of his king and left his king’s kingdom to reluctantly yet humbly demand help from the neighboring kingdoms. Not one of the kingdoms agreed to help the Messenger’s king’s kingdom. No other king was brave enough to do anything to stop the Sinisteer. They said they would rather wait for death. The Messenger cried on his way out of the last kingdom whose king he spoke to.
When the Messenger was at the gate of his kingdom of sorrow, he was approached by a Loner. The Loner stood much taller than even the Messenger’s king. The Loner had dark hair that fell past his shoulders, a short, dark beard on his chin, poor teeth, cracked lips, scarred cheeks and nose, and inviting, friendly, calming green eyes. The Loner was dressed in black knee high boots with metal buckles to hold them on, thick, faded dark blue pants that appeared gray, tucked only into the front of his boots, he wore a long dark gray coat that had short sleeves but fell down to his ankles, a faded steel belt was weaved in and out of his coat so that it went through the loops of his pants as well as the loops of his coat, he wore a peculiar sky blue shirt under his coat, and black gauntlets, covered on the outside with old steel spikes, that reached from his elbows to his knuckles. The Loner carried his weapons in his rough, dirty hands. In his right, a large sword which he held flat against his back; in his left, a large hammer with a small spike on each pound. Both weapons were stained with blood.

The Loner approached the Messenger with friendly eyes and a kind voice. He asked the Messenger, “Why are you crying?” To which, the Messenger let out a loud sob of joy. The Messenger said to the Loner, “You must be a powerful warrior, ruthless, and feared! My king’s kingdom is in danger; no other king is brave enough to fight against the Sinisteer. They told me they would rather die than help my king.” The Loner looked at the Messenger and said, “I will be glad to help your king with his problem. Please take me to your king’s kingdom.” This brought a loud praise of joy from the Messenger’s mouth.
The Loner was introduced to the Messenger’s king, who was shocked by the appearance of the Loner. The Messenger’s king told the Loner everything that was known about the Sinisteer. The Loner showed no sign of fear or regret. The Loner did not look around when the Messenger’s king told him the Sinisteer was as large as the sky. The Loner did not take a weighted breath when the Messenger’s king told him of the Sinisteer’s horns, knuckles, hooves, head, utter, and tail. The Loner looked contently into the Messenger’s king’s eyes as he was told the gruesome deeds of the Sinisteer.
The Loner departed for his battle with the Sinisteer immediately. He was not far from the Messenger’s king’s kingdom when his innocent eyes met the loving eyes of the Sinisteer. The Loner saw three young Sinisteer standing behind their mother. The Loner thrust his blade into the ground beside him and positioned himself to jump. The Sinisteer charged toward the Loner. He waited for the perfect moment to jump up onto the Sinisteer’s back. As he landed, the Loner drove his blade into the Fiery creature’s back. When he got his balance, the Loner slammed his hammer down on the beast’s spine. He slammed several times, but his might could not crush the Mother’s spirit. The Loner’s might shattered. He let out a tear from his quiet eyes as he pulled his sword out of the animal. He thrust the blade of his will into the back of the Sinisteer repeatedly, but he could not pierce her love. The Loner’s will shattered. The Loner let out a torrent of tears from his loving eyes as he let himself fall to the ground. The Sinisteer devoured the Loner’s might, the Loner’s will, and the Loner’s love. The Sinisteer’s Justice was complete and the Messenger’s king saw the death of his people. No one saw their king’s awesome fate.

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thanks Myst, i think im good at one or two line things, but it gets harder for me to extend upon them, and the spacing of the lines was originally different. and i had a lot of trouble rhyming something with love that sounded good, and i failed. i will post an excerpt from my big book and my diary book tomorrow. and i will have to post my short story tomorrow as well

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hey im back. i always seem to get distracted with other things, im not sure what though, i have two new short poems, and a short story. i do not want the story to be the last thing on this page so i am putting the poems up, please review them.

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That which is not seen
is already broken.
What you do not know
will never be.
What you are
is not who you are.
The truth can not be seen
when it is blanketed in lies.

Terror is the Great Friday May 20, 2005

Terror is the Great
The Bolt that strikes me down
and holds me back
I tear myself away
Just to stay in my loneliness
and serve in my despair
Nothing to alleviate
My pain in my heart
the strap of fear that holds me
Life is just a journey
A short trip of fun-
filled misery

actually i have a third one, i just have to type it.

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You save me from my gloom
You send me to my Doom
I don't try to break free
You just won't let me be
Make me hurt
I'll make you cry
You'll want to die
Don't break my heart
You'll fall apart
Make you hurt
Try to fell your love (this was a hard line to rhyme)
You are nothing like a dove
Try to make a thought
What is it I have wrought
Make us hurt
Taste our pain
Live it again
Laugh at me
Feel what i see
Make them hurt
Feel their life
Make your sacrifice

i dont know how good that one is, so please tell me if it sucks and why it sucks.

and an update on my big book, i have writer's block for the character whose story i am writing, but i am writing another book, it is a man's diary that has a sweet twist ending, and i hopefully will soon continue with another book or short story that i started months ago.

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ooh poetry club, sounds fun. here are poems of mine that are my favorites. one of them is a sonnet and the only reason i wrote it was because it was an assignment for english. i hate iambic pentameter and my poetry is usually dark with a childish quality to it. enjoy...

Selfish

The dark whirl of death consumes you
Pulling you deeper and deeper into life
You don’t know what you are doing or what you are saying
You are ignorant to your own needs
You ignore your own life,
Selfishly tending to the needs of others
You suck your own life away.

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My life and your hate
They are one in the same
They are separate loves
Make me calm
And open the gate
Open the gate to your heart
And let my life start
Don’t let me die
Don’t let me hate
Don’t let me lie
I’ll love you until I’m dead
I only want you to Love me.

Here I Am Alone

Here i am alone
all alone with no one to help
i cannot help but cry and moan
my pain is great but i do not yelp
the pain cannot over power me
i am not weak, yet i am not strong
what is it i seek, why wont anyone stay.
i try to help i try to make things better
but all i get is a kick in the face and told to obey
i fight it, i fight myself
i tell myself i'm fine and i dont need help
forget them, i dont need them,
but i am wrong. i need someone
i just need a friend.

Where am I?

What is this place I have now come to find?
Is this a wonder or a grotesque place?
Is this real or just a trick of my mind?
What are these things I see before my face?
Is this a heaven or is this a hell?
I know not what is happening to me!
I am lost where no living thing can dwell.
What have I done to reach this place I see?
I cannot find a scent of which to speak.
I feel no emotion of love or hate.
My future now seems so completely bleak.
Is this my saving, or is this my doom?
I suppose my death is cause for my gloom.

I’m Supposed to be Happy

I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to be GLAD.
I’m Not Supposed to be LONELY
I’m Not Supposed to be SAD.
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to SMILE.
I’m Not Supposed to be ANGRY
I’m Not Supposed to feel VILE!
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to CHEER.
I’m Not Supposed to be STRANGE
I’m Not Supposed to feel FEAR.
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to CHEER.
I’m Not Supposed to be LONELY
I’m Not Supposed to hold a TEAR.

I am the Curséd Soul

I am the Curséd Soul
Who knows no pleasure
Who knows only Pain
This Pain I cannot measure
It haunts me like a stain
On my WRETCHED Soul.

I do not cry (should i keep these lines in the poem?)
My heart is black
My heart is crying
I know only Pain.

I am the Curséd Soul
And nothing ever goes right for me!

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My motivation flies away with my soul
Leaving me nothing but a dark wall
Breathing a new face into my own
Carving my mask of emotion
I live on as though I am happy
I know no fear
For I do not care
I could fake a life for the mass of people
Then cry alone in my own steeple
No one needs to know my pain
To see that everything is the same

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That which is not seen
is already broken.
What you do not know
will never be.
What you are
is not who you are.
The truth can not be seen
when it is blanketed in lies.

My Heart (incomplete) (this isn't new but this i havent put this one in the writer's guild)

My heart aches for Love
And there is nothing Above
That can soothe my Pain
When I have Everything to Gain.

My heart aches for Life
Amid all this Strife
Nothing can soothe my Pain
When I have Everything to Gain.

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At 3/31/05 04:41 PM, -Manic- wrote: when i say ,etaphor what I mean is similie!

3 similes for electricity

electricity is like a flowing river
electricity is like a quick pain
electricity is like a spreading disease

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wonderful, i finally get something i want. thank you for being honest. I'm going to post the first chapter of my book soon, hopefully. the book i am writing is something i am putting all my creative power in and i know that i won't be finished anytime soon. i am so excited and i feel like a frickin' creative genius because i have done something only a complete nerd would do... ...I have created an alphabet for the world of my story. HAHA! I should create a language, but that would be a lot of work. i have decided that i would like to post an update of my book writing progress on here, probably, maybe wednesdays. but anyway everyone be on the look out for the first chapter of my book soon, it is long so it will probably be in around 10 parts. sorry if i pissed anyone off.

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i forgot one. this was my attempt at a happier poem, i dont know how much happier it is though.

The Darkened Day
Sometimes the Darkened days
Become Bright
Sometimes the Brilliant rays
Bring Light
Sometimes the Terrible life
Loses Hate
Never does the Sharpest knife
Make it Great
Never does the Depression stay
To hold back the Joy
Sometimes the Beautiful day
Comes without a ploy

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i have returned after my senior trip to fucking Disney World motherfuckers. i am sorry to say that Disney is over-rated. oh well. i also have a new name. i am Lazer12, but i found out how to change my name. ok, i realized that my poetry doesnt always have a good rhyme scheme, but i say fuck that. poetry doesnt always need to rhyme. before i forget, i read the script and i think it is very funny but it is thought provoking as well. the poem where the writer said something along the lines of "look who's having another bad day", i enjoyed that poem very much, it was great, i wish i could make things rhyme so easily. but i dont like to think long about rhymes. one more thing before i post some more of my fucking poetry: What is WoR?

More of My Fucking Poetry by LaughingInsanity. please tell me what you think.

i cant remember when i wrote this one, it wasnt long ago.
My Pit

The Pain is with me Always
It Never goes Away
Please Make it Stop
So I can Live another Day.

Help me Now
Please Help me Soon
Save me from this World
Save me from my Ruin.

I don’t want it Anymore
I can’t Take It
It Never Stops
Please free me from My Pit.

i wrote this one while sitting in the food court at the resort in Florida, on my trip, the reason i am supposed to be happy is because i was in Disney World and i wanted to go to Disney World since i was 4, that was 13 years ago.
I’m Supposed to be Happy

I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to be GLAD.
I’m Not Supposed to be LONELY
I’m Not Supposed to be SAD.
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to SMILE.
I’m Not Supposed to be ANGRY
I’m Not Supposed to feel VILE!
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to CHEER.
I’m Not Supposed to be STRANGE
I’m Not Supposed to feel FEAR.
I’m Supposed to be HAPPY
I’m Supposed to CHEER.
I’m Not Supposed to be LONELY
I’m Not Supposed to hold a TEAR.

i wrote this one just after the last one, i was feeling a lot of stuff as you can tell by reading the poem. there is a girl involved. the "you" in the poem refers to a girl i like.
Why do I Feel this Way?!

Why do I feel this way?
So Violated.
So Isolated.
I’m always so Alone
I can’t even make a friend
I don’t care about the latest trend
I just want to feel better.

Why do I feel this way?
So Angry.
So Lonely.
No one wants to help
I don’t know what to do
I want to do everything for You
I just want to make You smile.

Why do I feel this way?
So Forgotten.
So Alone.
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to say
I want to see you today
But you always go away.

Why do I feel this way?
So Betrayed.
So Angry.
You sit so pretty with your friends
I get no time to talk
I just walk where you walk
Nothing ever goes right.

Why do I feel this way?
So Angry!
So Alone!
I don’t know the cure
I just want it to stop
Please help me before I lose myself and drop
You alone seem to help.

Why do I feel this way?
So Confused.
So Happy.
I think of the good with you
Then I remember how life seems to wane
I always feel the pain
Even when I think of you.

Why do I feel this way?
So Angry at Myself.
So Alone.
I can’t do anything to help myself
Only you can ease my Sorrow
Make me feel better for tomorrow
Even though the Pain always follows.

I’m Sorry.
I’m Sorry for Myself
I’m Sorry for My Pain
Why am I so Broken?

i wrote this one after a conversation with the girl from the last poem.
I am the Curséd Soul

I am the Curséd Soul
Who knows no pleasure
Who knows only Pain
This Pain I cannot measure
It haunts me like a stain
On my WRETCHED Soul.

I do not cry
My heart is black
My heart is crying
I know only Pain.

I am the Curséd Soul
And nothing ever goes right for me!

i wrote this one about a half an hour ago.
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My motivation flies away with my soul
Leaving me nothing but a dark wall
Breathing a new face into my own
Carving my mask of emotion
I live on as though I am happy
I know no fear
For I do not care
I could fake a life for the mass of people
Then cry alone in my own steeple
No one needs to know my pain
To see that everything is the same

i wrote this one a day after the Cursed Soul poem. i had time to think and i realized i was mad at the girl. it is number 2 because number one was lost in my head because i was washing dishes when i thought of it, then i forgot a lot of it. the next two poems are the result of what i remembered. the quality of the poetry dropped dramatically. please forgive me. she told me "I should have told you before". this is angry poetry.
what she should have told me was that she had a boyfriend. arg.
I Should Have Told You Before II

You should have told me before I got my hopes up
You should have told me before you led me on
Before I got my hopes high
You should have told me before that i didnt have a chance
Even though I'm a nice guy
I feel everyone is trying to make me die
You said it was fun...
After you led me on
You broke my hopes
You cracked my spirit
You hurt my soul
You did it real nice, but you can't cover this hole
This terrible hole of despair
You make me feel new and alive
You make me feel broken
Thanks for the hand but its a little late
You can see my hate
Only after we've spoken
I come back with a wrath
A grinding pain
My machine is full of rage
(even i think it kinda sucks but please read the next one, i assure you it is better)

I Should Have Told You Before III

You should have told me before...
before you led me on
Before you hurt my heart...
almost made me fall apart
The anger is fine
I'm used to it
The despair is mine
I'm full of it
You led me on
and made me feel so good...
Then you ripped it all away
just like a changing mood
You let me down...
made me feel so wrong

this is the follow up poem to the last one
What Were You Thinking

What were you thinking?
Or were you thinking at all?
When you betrayed my soul!
I felt so good
I felt like I couldn't fall
But you weren't thinking!!
You made me so mad i could maul!
You weren't thinking when you played with my life...
Led me into this strife.
What were you thinking when you weren't thinking
of yourself?

i know the maul line isnt very good but what else could i have used that rhymes with fall, and is angry.

please tell me what you think.

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At 2/25/05 11:15 PM, CaptainT wrote: I'd like to start a contest. I was thinking of a writing contest consisting of three Regulations.

i like this idea. does it have to have a complete ending or can it be a "to be continued" thing?

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At 2/24/05 05:54 PM, silver_222 wrote: c'mon guys i'm trying to keep this club alive help me out here tell me your zombie stories

i want to join now. i dont have the book, and i live in america, so i dont how much it would be in $. i cant believe the euro is worth more than the dollar. Damn u Bush. anyway, i probably wont be able to ever get the book. but if i could make up my own zombie stories, than i would love to join. so can i join? i have a huge imagination and i am sure i could make up some interesting zombie literature.

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are these the kind of zombies that eat brains like in the Return of the living dead movies, or are they like the Romero Dead movies zombies that search for WARM HUMAN FLESH!!!?

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this is a poem that i had to write for english class, it is about a certain part of a myth poem.

From the Void

From the Void, the Great created Life
From the Void, an incomplete World
From the Void, the winged ones swim.
They need to rest, they need to fly
The Great knew best, they must not die.
From the Void, the Great created Sky
From the Void, an incomplete world
From the Void, the winged ones tire.
They need to rest, they need to run
The Great knew best, they, He must not shun.
From the Void, the Great sent a winged creation
From the Void, an incomplete world
From the Void, the mighty ones tried.
They need to rest, they must find land
The Great knew best, the Small One saved them all.

These are poems that i wrote on my own time:

Selfish (incomplete) (working title)

The dark whirl of death consumes you
Pulling you deeper and deeper into life
You don’t know what you are doing or what you are saying
You are ignorant to your own needs
You ignore your own life,
Selfishly tending to the needs of others
You suck your own life away.

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You sicken me
I despise you
You hate me
I love you
Kill me
I rape you
Destroy me
I fuck you
Me you
Me you.

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My life and your hate
They are one in the same
They are separate loves
Make me calm
And open the gate
Open the gate to your heart
And let my life start
Don’t let me die
Don’t let me hate
Don’t let me lie
I’ll love until I am dead
I only want to be loved by you.

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The end of darkness is the beginning of light
The darkness of love rules our hearts
We are unaware of our love and plight
The end of light just now starts
Bring me light
Bring me the light of hate
And let my heart live.

Here I Am Alone

Here i am alone
all alone with no one to help
i cannot help but cry and moan
my pain is great but i do not yelp
the pain cannot overpower me
i am not weak, yet i am not strong
what is it i seek, why wont anyone stay?
i try to help i try to make things better
but all i get is a kick in the face and told to obey
i fight it, i fight myself
i tell myself i'm fine and i dont need help
forget them, i dont need them,
but i am wrong. i need someone
i just need a friend.

Sex (Watch Me Live)

Sex is the majesty of life
It controls all that we do
It is the beating heart behind everything that we do
We live for sex
We want sex
That is all we want
We try to impress
We try to improve
We try to look important
We try to look like we care.

We don’t care
All we want is sex
To see results, we try to be the best
Can we do it?
Hell, we try everything we can to get it.

Misfortune may run through our life
Even then, we want it.

Living is just a pathway for sex
If we don’t get it, we don’t want to live
Virility is a key to life
Everyone who can’t enjoy sex wants to.

This one is a sonnet:

Where am I?
What is this place I have now come to find?
Be this a wonder or a grotesque place?
Is this real or just a trick of my mind?
What are these things I see before my face?
Is this a heaven or is this a hell?
I know not what is happening to me!
I am lost where no living thing can dwell.
What have I done to reach this place I see?
I cannot find a scent of which to speak.
I feel no emotion of love or hate.
My future now seems so completely bleak.
Is this my saving, or is this my doom?
I suppose my death is cause for my gloom.

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there was a superhero with superpowers
there was a suerhero who did not cower
there was a superhero with superbrains
there was a superhero that was not the same

very, very simple, and not very creative. of course a superhero has superpowers, except batman, but he is just a rich dude with too much money and a sucky past. And superman would totally kick batman's ass. im such a nerd

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this is the final part, it should be easier to read. part 4:

Lazer had some time to kill, so he found his way back to the home where Mary was. He knocked on the door and out came a grotesque looking old man who said, “WHAT DO YOU WANT!? GET OUT OF HERE!!” Lazer told him, “I want to talk to Mary.” The old man replied, “SLAVES DON’T GET TO TALK TO ANYONE!! THEY ARE INFERIOR BEINGS ANYWAY!! NOW GET OFF MY PROPERTY!!” “I demand to see her!! Now!!” The old man was frightened by the look in Lazer’s eyes, so he agreed to let Lazer talk to Mary. When Lazer sees Mary, he smiles and she smiles back. He asked her what happened to ‘The Bad Man’. She told him that ‘The Bad Man’ beat the rest of her family but he never touched her. Then one day she saw ‘The Bad Man’ get mauled to death by a bear. Then she tells him that ‘The Bad Man’s’ father inherited everything. The father was usually too lazy to do anything.

Before the battle, some guards found Lazer and they beat him. To further ensure Drake’s victory, Drake is allowed to take his dagger which he used to defeat Lazer eight years ago. When the battle began, Lazer was surprisingly full of energy. He fought amazingly. Everyone who saw the fight was astonished by Lazer’s awesome power and skill. The villagers were also amazed to see Lazer alive. Drake uses his dagger to slash Lazer’s right leg to bring Lazer down but when Drake try to do his final attack, Lazer rolled out of the way and slashed Drake across his chest. Lazer then stood up and thrust the Ultima through Drake’s black heart. The Dark Green Electricity of the blade surges through Drake’s body keeping him alive to suffer for his wrongs. Lazer then pulls the blade out and finishes Drake off by slashing him into two halves just as he killed the Devil. Lazer brought the mighty blade, Ultima, down through Drake’s skull and body, splitting him down the middle. The Dark Green Electricity finally dissipated as Drake’s body turned to dust. After the dust of Drake’s body settled, the scar on Lazer’s left shouldered disappeared and then Lazer put his cloak back on. Then the king demanded that Lazer tell him what happened to the Devil. Lazer told him but his father wanted physical proof. He told Lazer that he could take one thing from the city, but nothing from the castle, for his journey back to the Devil’s cave to retrieve the Devil’s red skull. Lazer chose to bring the slave woman, Mary, with him. This enraged the king and ‘The Bad Man’s’ father. It took Mary only ten seconds to find her way into Lazer’s arms and twenty seconds after the king agreed to Lazer’s decision, ‘The Bad Man’s’ father’s heart exploded. Then, King Rozzenon gained ownership of Mary’s family. The king demanded that Lazer give Mary back to him but Lazer took Mary out of the arena. He even managed not to kill any of the guards but, unfortunately, the king had the guards beheaded.

The sky was not kind to Lazer and Mary on their journey. Storms raged on as Lazer suffered the rain as he shielded Mary with his cloak. It took them three months to get to the Devil’s cave and by that time, Lazer knew he was in love with Mary and she knew she was in love with him. They told each other their feelings right in front of the Devil’s split red skull. The fires in the cave flickered out and the skies cleared at the very moment that they confessed their feelings to each other. Their three month venture back to the Royal City was much more pleasant than the former trip.

When the two returned to the Royal City, Lazer presented the two halves of the Devil’s red skull to King Rozzenon. The king could not believe his eyes but he had to. He told Lazer that for payback for the pain he went through, Lazer could take one thing from the entire kingdom. He also demanded that Lazer leave immediately after he gets what he requests. Lazer requested a marriage ceremony between himself and Mary. Mary whole-heartedly agreed to the proposition. King Rozzenon could not refuse. Against the dilapidated backdrop of the kingdom, the background of the ceremony was beautiful only to Lazer and Mary, but once Lazer kissed his bride the skies shown brighter than they ever had. Also at that very moment, the middle blade of the three blade marks on Lazer’s right hand also grew brighter, it glowed with a brilliant light along with the Ultima and the scar on Lazer’s chest disappeared. The scar disappeared as the evil King Rozzenon and his family died in a truly terrible manner. Blood came pouring out of every pore of their bodies’ until their black hearts exploded. Their bodies’ were engulfed by the Dark Green Electricity of the Ultima until they all turned to dust. Lazer was the new King and the former slave woman, Mary, was his Queen. Lazer inherited a great fortune and a brightening kingdom. Lazer saved the kingdom, all its inhabitants, freed all the slaves, and he brought happiness to all of Malicion. Lazer and Mary had many children and they live to see their great-grandchildren who live in a wonderful Kingdom of Dreams. No one is unhappy.

The End

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no one read my story. well here is part 3:

One year after Lazer escaped from the Devil, he was captured again when the Devil came to the same inn that Lazer was staying. The Devil came because the owner of the “Inn of Reatu Town” wanted to sell her soul to the Devil for unmatched beauty. She wanted to be the most beautiful woman in all of Malicion. She was found the next day raped and strangled in an alley. After the sale was completed the Devil looked at the list of people who were staying in the inn that night and he came upon Lazer’s name. The Devil took Lazer back to his cave and he woke Lazer up before he was about to begin the punishment. Lazer, at age seventeen, brought out the Ultima and with one swipe, Lazer had slain the Devil by slashing him into two halves. The curved blade sliced straight through the Devil’s red skull and body. So, with one slash of the mighty blade, Ultima, Lazer had slain the Devil, his tormentor, his father.
Lazer decided to just wander around Malicion until he found his family. Lazer saved more people on his journey but one that is to be paid special attention is when he saved the village of Eyra. Eyra town had, for the last ten months, been terrorized by wild wolves. At the age of twenty, Lazer he was asked by the village chief to save his village from the terrible wolves. The towns’ greatest warriors had already been sent to the wolves’ den to kill the beasts but no brave warrior ever returned. Lazer had seen the population sign. Before the wolves attacked the village flourished with over 200 people, after the wolves attacked, the population had been reduced to only 48 inhabitants. Lazer selflessly went to the den of the ferocious wolves where after sacrificing much blood and energy he finally stood over the final wolf. The Ultima did something that Lazer had never seen it do before; it absorbed the blood and the spirit of the wolves and with the power of Lazer’s heart, restored him. When Lazer returned to the village, they told him that they had no place for him.
Lazer traveled around Malicion again alone searching for the castle where his family dwelled, the Royal City. When Lazer was 23, he came across a peculiar old man named Garamond the Beguiler. Garamond told Lazer, “I will help you find your family.” Lazer concluded that he could trust this man. His hope in the goodness of the human heart was so great that it blinded him sometimes. In reality, Garamond took Lazer far off course from the Royal City. He took Lazer as far north as Mastana Town. One night, after the two had set up camp, Garamond admires the Ultima from afar. Around midnight, Garamond decided to take the Ultima to get a better look at it. Lazer awakened not long after the sword had been stolen. He saw Garamond studying the sword and he said, “Garamond? What are you doing with Ultima?” Garamond was startled. He let out a deafening battle cry as he cut off Lazer’s right hand. Lazer’s pure kind heart and the power of the Ultima blade bring forth a serpent from Lazer’s wound. The bleeding stopped as the serpent was released from the wound. The serpent moved swiftly towards Garamond who was frantically swinging the Ultima but the serpent was too fast. The serpent bit into the veins of Garamond’s right forearm and wrist. Garamond then dropped the sword as the poison flowed through his body. The serpent then separated at each tooth and the new serpents violently dug their way into Garamond’s veins and bloodstream. They spread themselves well throughout the old man’s body, and then they tore out of his body. He lived until the last one burst through his heart. The serpents drained the old traitor of all his blood and life through a very painful process. The serpents, then free from the body, began to eat each other until only one was left. That one bit Lazer’s wound and Lazer’s right hand was painlessly restored completely without even a scar. Lazer then picked up the Ultima and headed north until he reached Mastana Town. Lazer found out how far away he was from the Royal City. He received a map from a kind villager.
When Lazer finally got to the Royal City, he heard a semi-familiar voice say, “You, you’re the one who saved me from ‘The Bad Man’ fourteen years ago.” He only had to think for one second before he remembered the incident. He smiled at her. She said, “My name is Mary”— then another voice burst in, “SLAVE! GET BACK IN HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO FORCE YOU!” Lazer said, “My name is Lazer”—“HURRY UP YOU USELESS WOMAN!” Lazer became angered with the old voice but Mary kissed him and said, “Thank you. You should leave now.” “No! I want to see this jerk who is talking to you like that.” “Please. You must leave now.” Lazer finally listened. Lazer decided to walk the streets. The city was destitute, crimes such as murder and rape happened in abundance. There was no Justice in the city. There was no Justice in King Rozzenon’s kingdom. Slaves and murder victims lay dead on the streets with prostitutes. While roaming the streets of the forsaken city, Lazer met Drake who informed Lazer that he would inherit King Rozzenon’s kingdom. This was the third great wrong Drake committed toward Lazer. Then he laughed. He told Lazer King Rozzenon adopted him as his own son. He laughed again. Finally he told Lazer that he married Melody and they had three children and they were very happy that they didn’t have to live with all the filth that struggled to live through each day down in the city. He laughed a third time. Then he told Lazer that he didn’t like Lazer being in the city, so Drake challenged Lazer to a battle to the death. The entire city would be able to watch. Lazer agreed. Lazer wanted his father to see that he was still alive and well. When King Rozzenon found out that Lazer was still alive, he became infuriated and shocked. He told Drake that he would make sure the odds were greatly against Lazer. The epic battle would take place three hours later.

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this is part 2 of my story. please tell me what you think of it and how it can be improved.
The second life that Lazer saved and paid for also involved the first of three times that Drake would greatly wrong Lazer. The second life Lazer saved was that of a sick, young, pregnant, prostitute, named Harmony, who was lost in the western part of Dispo. She couldn’t find her way back to her home in the storm; she was farther away from her home than usual. Lazer found her and he kept her warm with his cloak which was the only thing that kept him warm besides his pants. He guided her safely home. She thanked him and offered to let him stay the night but he decided that he shouldn’t trouble her and he had to get home soon. He told her, “My father doesn’t like it when I stay out past curfew.” Lazer also saw that her house was not full of luxury and that she didn’t have much. Lazer was twelve at the time and Drake was thirteen. Drake and three of his friends watched what Lazer did. When he was out of Harmony’s house, Drake confronted Lazer and asked, “Why did you help that whore?” Lazer responded, “Because she needed help.” Drake shot back, “She deserves to die outside in a storm!” Then Drake and his three friends attacked Lazer at once and they beat him to a bloody pulp. When the Devil found out that Lazer had given his cloak to a common prostitute, he was infuriated and he decided that Lazer had to be punished. The Devil punished Lazer by reopening the scar on Lazer’s chest. That was the reward Lazer received for helping someone in need.
When Lazer was fourteen, he met a girl, named Melody, who thought she was in love with him, and he felt the same way. This involves the second great wrong done to Lazer by Drake. When Lazer was fifteen and only a week away from sixteen, Drake challenged Lazer to a battle for Melody’s heart. In Malicion, most people were warriors, and Lazer was the greatest warrior of them all, with Drake being only the second best. But it was Drake who was praised as the greatest warrior because he knew how to socialize with people, unlike Lazer, who couldn’t socialize and thus, he never got any of the praise that he deserved. Drake knew that he couldn’t defeat Lazer alone, so he gave his dagger to one of his friends who would quickly and quietly slide the dagger to Drake when he purposely fell toward his friend. Since this wasn’t going to be a battle to the death, the two fighters used wooden swords to fight. The first one who would be dead if it was a real fight, lost. And to the victor go the spoils, in this case, Melody’s heart. On Lazer’s sixteenth birthday, he fought with Drake for Melody. Lazer seemed to be the clear winner until Drake fell onto the ground in front of his friend’s feet, Drake then got the dagger and he cut Lazer’s right thigh, which brought the great warrior to the ground. Drake then finished the match by swinging his wooden sword down hard onto Lazer’s back. Drake had impressed Melody so much that she just fell in love with Drake. Lazer saw them later so happy with each other. After seeing them so happy, a scar formed on Lazer’s left shoulder. Lazer decided that he had to leave and travel the world by himself. He told the Devil of his plans, but the Devil was not pleased. He demanded that Lazer not go, but Lazer did not listen. Lazer escaped the Devil and was on his own.
The day after Lazer’s escape was not a good one. Lazer was attacked by a band of thieves; they took all of his money and almost his life. They stabbed him several times in the chest and left him to die, but Lazer’s great desire to live and his pure heart forged a mighty blade and through the blade marks on his right hand, the sword was born. The mighty weapon materialized in his hand and restored him completely. The sword did not just restore Lazer but Dark Green Lightning bolts struck down all the thieves. The sword was a perfect match for Lazer. He looked even more intimidating now. He was six foot two inches, and the sword was almost as long as he was tall. It surged with a Dark Green Electrical element. Lazer was a bit more muscular than other men because of his upbringing. Lazer mastered the sword until it was like an extension of his body. It didn’t take Lazer long to master the sword. He called the mighty blade, Ultima.

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This is a fairy tale i wrote for my english class, this is part 1 of 4

LAUGHING INSANITY PRESENTS
The Kingdoms of Darkness and of Dreams
By: Lazer12

The morals of this tale are: truth and kindness will eventually be rewarded, true justice always prevails in the end, greed and evil are eventually punished, and to make a pact with the devil is to invite a terrible death.

This is the tale of a young prince who is betrayed by his family. The prince has a pure heart, full of kindness, and a strong sense of justice. This is the tale of King Rozzenon’s youngest son. King Rozzenon was a good, kind king and his people loved him. He ruled a small village of about four hundred people. They loved him and his family dearly. They even loved him when they heard and saw him negotiating with the Devil. The agreement that was decided upon was that instead of King Rozzenon selling his own soul to the Devil, he would give his four year old son to the Devil in exchange for an army powerful enough to take over the surrounding powers and bring rise to King Rozzenon’s kingdom in the land known as Malicion.
The young prince’s name was Lazer and he was born with three dark green blade shaped marks on his right hand. By the time the boy was even three, all the villagers knew about the marks and they would talk about them for years to come. When the Devil took the boy, he decided that he would raise the child as his own. He would raise Lazer to hate all mankind. While the demonic armies of Darkness ravaged the land for King Rozzenon, helping him build his great empire; Lazer was being taught to hate all human life. There was only one problem with the Devil’s plan; Lazer’s heart was too pure and too kind and his sense of justice too strong to be swayed by the Devil’s teachings. When Lazer was only five years old, the Devil punished him for not giving in to the Devil’s evil plan. The Devil put a large scar on the young boy’s chest, as the boy writhed in pain, the Devil just laughed. When Lazer was six, his father’s empire covered all of Malicion. The Kingdom of Darkness began.
When the Devil set out to raise the boy as his own, he meant it. He even sent Lazer to school in a small town called Dispo. School for Lazer, like life, was tough. Whenever Lazer did something good, he always got kicked in the face. The situation for a boy one year older than Lazer was completely the opposite. Whenever he lied or did something mean, he was rewarded. His name was Drake the Truth. He was called “the Truth” for two reasons: he was from the town of Truth and everyone always believed everything he said, even if he was clearly lying. Drake saw himself as Lazer’s rival but Lazer didn’t see things that way, he didn’t really care. Drake was a mean and horrible person; he always got rewarded for wronging others. His life was great while Lazer’s life was terrible. Lazer would do anything to help anyone, for no reason at all.
On his way home from school one day, at the age of ten, Lazer decided to see the countryside south of Dispo. While walking near a farm, Lazer heard a girl’s voice cry out, “Help! Someone! Please save me from ‘The Bad Man’!” When Lazer heard the girl’s cry for help, he quickly ran toward the voice and ‘The Bad Man’ and he yelled, “Get away from her, now!” ‘The Bad Man’ turned to face Lazer and the girl saw the three blade marks on Lazer’s right hand, she would never forget them, as she ran away. Lazer took the beating instead of her. When Lazer was almost dead, the Devil appeared and told ‘The Bad Man’, “That is enough, now go back to your slaves, and don’t you ever harm that little slave girl in any way or your soul will be mine.” The Devil then told Lazer how stupid he was to save the slave girl. She was the first life that Lazer saved and paid for.

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i would like the knives background with LAUGHING INSANITY in dark green.

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how do i join? i write poetry and stories. i am currently writing a book and a short story. my work usually includes action. i also draw comics, but i fix them up in MS Paint, so i have no way of getting them on the site, which makes me sad. My comics usually include excessive violence, excessive language, and sometimes strong sexual content, but no nudity. i am not a very good artist but some people in my school told me i should get them published. i thougt it would be cool to make an interactive comic of them on flash. it may be possible, if i could email the comics to an animator, and they could recreate them on flash. So how do i join?

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At 2/16/05 07:26 PM, -imitation- wrote: Did you actuall put Lazer12 as your name? :D

Lazer is a character i drew when i was nine, i kept redrawing him and i am writing a book about him. his original name was Lazer-Shot but i decided to shorten it, and 12 is my favorite number. i recently thought i should have made my name UltimaLazer. oh well.

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nah, i will post part 2, this one has the sword and action:

When Lazer was fourteen, he met a girl, named Melody, who thought she was in love with him, and he felt the same way. This involves the second great wrong done to Lazer by Drake. When Lazer was fifteen and only a week away from sixteen, Drake challenged Lazer to a battle for Melody’s heart. In Malicion, most people were warriors, and Lazer was the greatest warrior of them all, with Drake being only the second best. But it was Drake who was praised as the greatest warrior because he knew how to socialize with people, unlike Lazer, who couldn’t socialize and thus, he never got any of the praise that he deserved. Drake knew that he couldn’t defeat Lazer alone, so he gave his dagger to one of his friends who would quickly and quietly slide the dagger to Drake when he purposely fell toward his friend. Since this wasn’t going to be a battle to the death, the two fighters used wooden swords to fight. The first one who would be dead if it was a real fight, lost. And to the victor go the spoils, in this case, Melody’s heart. On Lazer’s sixteenth birthday, he fought with Drake for Melody. Lazer seemed to be the clear winner until Drake fell onto the ground in front of his friend’s feet, Drake then got the dagger and he cut Lazer’s right thigh, which brought the great warrior to the ground. Drake then finished the match by swinging his wooden sword down hard onto Lazer’s back. Drake had impressed Melody so much that she just fell in love with Drake. Lazer saw them later so happy with each other. After seeing them so happy, a scar formed on Lazer’s left shoulder. Lazer decided that he had to leave and travel the world by himself. He told the Devil of his plans, but the Devil was not pleased. He demanded that Lazer not go, but Lazer did not listen. Lazer escaped the Devil and was on his own.
The day after Lazer’s escape was not a good one. Lazer was attacked by a band of thieves; they took all of his money and almost his life. They stabbed him several times in the chest and left him to die, but Lazer’s great desire to live and his pure heart forged a mighty blade and through the blade marks on his right hand, the sword was born. The mighty weapon materialized in his hand and restored him completely. The sword did not just restore Lazer but Dark Green Lightning bolts struck down all the thieves. The sword was a perfect match for Lazer. He looked even more intimidating now. He was six foot two inches, and the sword was almost as long as he was tall. It surged with a Dark Green Electrical element. Lazer was a bit more muscular than other men because of his upbringing. Lazer mastered the sword until it was like an extension of his body. It didn’t take Lazer long to master the sword. He called the mighty blade, Ultima.
One year after Lazer escaped from the Devil, he was captured again when the Devil came to the same inn that Lazer was staying. The Devil came because the owner of the “Inn of Reatu Town” wanted to sell her soul to the Devil for unmatched beauty. She wanted to be the most beautiful woman in all of Malicion. She was found the next day raped and strangled in an alley. After the sale was completed the Devil looked at the list of people who were staying in the inn that night and he came upon Lazer’s name. The Devil took Lazer back to his cave and he woke Lazer up before he was about to begin the punishment. Lazer, at age seventeen, brought out the Ultima and with one swipe, Lazer had slain the Devil by slashing him into two halves. The curved blade sliced straight through the Devil’s red skull and body. So, with one slash of the mighty blade, Ultima, Lazer had slain the Devil, his tormentor, his father.
Lazer decided to just wander around Malicion until he found his family. Lazer saved more people on his journey but one that is to be paid special attention is when he saved the village of Eyra. Eyra town had, for the last ten months, been terrorized by wild wolves. At the age of twenty, Lazer he was asked by the village chief to save his village from the terrible wolves. The towns’ greatest warriors had already been sent to the wolves’ den to kill the beasts but no brave warrior ever returned. Lazer had seen the population sign. Before the wolves attacked the village flourished with over 200 people, after the wolves attacked, the population had been reduced to only 48 inhabitants. Lazer selflessly went to the den of the ferocious wolves where after sacrificing much blood and energy he finally stood over the final wolf. The Ultima did something that Lazer had never seen it do before; it absorbed the blood and the spirit of the wolves and with the power of Lazer’s heart, restored him. When Lazer returned to the village, they told him that they had no place for him.

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that was part 1 of 4, i will post a new part everyday

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i wrote this for my english class and i have been meaning to look it over to make corrections, but whatever, it is quite violent and long. please post what you think and anything that u think would make it better. It is a fairy tale:

The Kingdoms of Darkness and of Dreams
By: Lazer12

The morals of this tale are: truth and kindness will eventually be rewarded, true justice always prevails in the end, greed and evil are eventually punished, and to make a pact with the devil is to invite a terrible death.

This is the tale of a young prince who is betrayed by his family. The prince has a pure heart, full of kindness, and a strong sense of justice. This is the tale of King Rozzenon’s youngest son. King Rozzenon was a good, kind king and his people loved him. He ruled a small village of about four hundred people. They loved him and his family dearly. They even loved him when they heard and saw him negotiating with the Devil. The agreement that was decided upon was that instead of King Rozzenon selling his own soul to the Devil, he would give his four year old son to the Devil in exchange for an army powerful enough to take over the surrounding powers and bring rise to King Rozzenon’s kingdom in the land known as Malicion.
The young prince’s name was Lazer and he was born with three dark green blade shaped marks on his right hand. By the time the boy was even three, all the villagers knew about the marks and they would talk about them for years to come. When the Devil took the boy, he decided that he would raise the child as his own. He would raise Lazer to hate all mankind. While the demonic armies of Darkness ravaged the land for King Rozzenon, helping him build his great empire; Lazer was being taught to hate all human life. There was only one problem with the Devil’s plan; Lazer’s heart was too pure and too kind and his sense of justice too strong to be swayed by the Devil’s teachings. When Lazer was only five years old, the Devil punished him for not giving in to the Devil’s evil plan. The Devil put a large scar on the young boy’s chest, as the boy writhed in pain, the Devil just laughed. When Lazer was six, his father’s empire covered all of Malicion. The Kingdom of Darkness began.
When the Devil set out to raise the boy as his own, he meant it. He even sent Lazer to school in a small town called Dispo. School for Lazer, like life, was tough. Whenever Lazer did something good, he always got kicked in the face. The situation for a boy one year older than Lazer was completely the opposite. Whenever he lied or did something mean, he was rewarded. His name was Drake the Truth. He was called “the Truth” for two reasons: he was from the town of Truth and everyone always believed everything he said, even if he was clearly lying. Drake saw himself as Lazer’s rival but Lazer didn’t see things that way, he didn’t really care. Drake was a mean and horrible person; he always got rewarded for wronging others. His life was great while Lazer’s life was terrible. Lazer would do anything to help anyone, for no reason at all.
On his way home from school one day, at the age of ten, Lazer decided to see the countryside south of Dispo. While walking near a farm, Lazer heard a girl’s voice cry out, “Help! Someone! Please save me from ‘The Bad Man’!” When Lazer heard the girl’s cry for help, he quickly ran toward the voice and ‘The Bad Man’ and he yelled, “Get away from her, now!” ‘The Bad Man’ turned to face Lazer and the girl saw the three blade marks on Lazer’s right hand, she would never forget them, as she ran away. Lazer took the beating instead of her. When Lazer was almost dead, the Devil appeared and told ‘The Bad Man’, “That is enough, now go back to your slaves, and don’t you ever harm that little slave girl in any way or your soul will be mine.” The Devil then told Lazer how stupid he was to save the slave girl. She was the first life that Lazer saved and paid for.
The second life that Lazer saved and paid for also involved the first of three times that Drake would greatly wrong Lazer. The second life Lazer saved was that of a sick, young, pregnant, prostitute, named Harmony, who was lost in the western part of Dispo. She couldn’t find her way back to her home in the storm; she was farther away from her home than usual. Lazer found her and he kept her warm with his cloak which was the only thing that kept him warm besides his pants. He guided her safely home. She thanked him and offered to let him stay the night but he decided that he shouldn’t trouble her and he had to get home soon. He told her, “My father doesn’t like it when I stay out past curfew.” Lazer also saw that her house was not full of luxury and that she didn’t have much. Lazer was twelve at the time and Drake was thirteen. Drake and three of his friends watched what Lazer did. When he was out of Harmony’s house, Drake confronted Lazer and asked, “Why did you help that whore?” Lazer responded, “Because she needed help.” Drake shot back, “She deserves to die outside in a storm!” Then Drake and his three friends attacked Lazer at once and they beat him to a bloody pulp. When the Devil found out that Lazer had given his cloak to a common prostitute, he was infuriated and he decided that Lazer had to be punished. The Devil punished Lazer by reopening the scar on Lazer’s chest. That was the reward Lazer received for helping someone in need.

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unfortunately for me, i dont have gtaSA or Halo 2 or Half Life 2 or MGS3 or any of the really popular games but i do have Alien Hominid, Monster Hunter, and a great and addictive little game called Katamari Damacy.