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At 6/16/07 03:01 PM, skatin-andy wrote:

At 6/16/07 02:59 PM, TheBlackDahliaMurder wrote: They're characters in the Flintstones.

I thought it was the Jetsons? I always seem to get those two shows confused.

Maybe it was the jetsons movie, where they swap places with the flinstones?

At 6/16/07 01:34 AM, pandaeater123 wrote: ......

your a piece of shit, seriously.

who stuck a dildo up your ass?

YOU DID

Oh by the way, That fat kid was probably my troll.

Solve my boredom by telling me what you did today.

Or i can just shoot myself.

At 6/16/07 03:36 AM, PretzelsDino wrote: because i got banned from a better forum

how does that make you feel? small? good!

Our community can rape your community anyday.
Bring it.

Nobodies said fap yet?
Jeez.
Jack off, it makes you tired.

NO LIE.

Boobies or vaginas, for the men of newgrounds?

Which one is better.

At 6/16/07 03:23 AM, Sunglass wrote:

At 6/16/07 03:20 AM, SirSloth wrote:

At 6/16/07 03:13 AM, joestickman wrote: What bicthy were not bicthy youre a fucking sissy >=/

Your new to NG, a bit to new.

Your opinion isn't worth to much in most eyes :C

If sign up date determines whether or not opinions matters, yours don't mean shit to me.

I'm just speaking the truth, if you have a low level, low post count, and a low sign up date; your a noob in most eyes :\ It's the truth, accept it, embrace it, or go make a bitch thread.

At 6/16/07 03:13 AM, joestickman wrote: What bicthy were not bicthy youre a fucking sissy >=/

Your new to NG, a bit to new.

Your opinion isn't worth to much in most eyes :C

At 6/16/07 03:09 AM, Zerok wrote: Lately? Man, you must not come around a lot. People thrive off sniping at each other over the smallest things possible, every day.

Yeah I've been noticing, why don't people stop making "Bitch threads" and just make innovative fun threads.

The occasional bitch thread is fine, just dont make 100000 of the same kind.

Why are you bitchy? Just have fun, don't be a fuck face.

Jeez.

The whole conception of the spider mouth thing is, spiders crawl in and out of your mouth nightly, if you use your mouth to breathe at night. And they go in and out of your nose occasionally.

Chapter 5: Manifestation

We stopped and saw the creature glaring at us, with the Cellist on its head smiling at us, Hiding, Scheming. As the militia of my city fought the soldiers, the Cellist pointed at Dirge and I. “Dirge, what do we do now?” I asked, “Well, we fight of course!” As Dirge said this, I noticed a blur from my peripheral vision. We where surrounded by soldiers. As we where surrounded, the man in the cloak earlier joined in our group, as did the man with the gask mask. We where in a square formation, each of us with a weapon, I with my katana, Dirge with his bare fists, the cloaked warrior with his sword, and the masked figure with duel sickles. “Good of you two to join us” said Dirge. “Shut up Dirge,” said the masked man. “Dirge you know these people?” I asked. “Yeah, we’re all fighting these things, we all have our abilities discovered, try to find yours, it should correlate to your ‘Dream’”.

The masked soldiers charged us. They fought in such an odd manner. It seemed as though they weren’t even using arm strength, but rather flailing their at us with their swords, making it almost impossible to predict. As I struggled to fend off these creatures, the others had each already taken one down! I stared forward, the soldiers that where in front of me where now gone. As I looked down, I saw one crouching below me, his katana in position to stab into my throat. He sprung upward! I grabbed the blade with my bare hand in order to prevent a fatal hit, but as soon as I did, I saw blurs swiftly go by my eyes. I felt sharp pains, then numbness in both my arms. Six of the masked soldiers had each put one Dagger in my arm, preventing me from fighting, as well as staying conscious, As I fell to my knees, I saw my fingers slowly turning a purple-black color. Maybe it was the loss of blood, or maybe something else.

At 6/15/07 11:50 PM, YourHiredAssassin wrote:

Sure I'll make you a few before i retire(or if i do). Just post a pic and i will try to dissect it the best way i can.

Got an AIM or an MSN?

At 6/15/07 06:27 PM, YourHiredAssassin wrote:

At 6/15/07 03:02 PM, OrbitalDebris wrote: Good luck on whatever you do, YHA. I guess this makes me the only one left. T_T

well if i get a lot more sold then i wont have to retire. the problem is not people buying them is just who to sell them to.

Well I need a couple blades made, I can ask you? I don't wanna pester orbital to much more ^_^.

Also the blade looks magnificent.

Isketch!
Lets just keep a room open for us, but your not invited luis >:C

Draws cocks for every turn he gets.

At 6/15/07 01:12 AM, HybrisHybrid wrote: i'll make a song to this

oh? cant wait to here it!

Wait, isnt marxism just communism?

There's something called math you lazy fuck.

Chapter four: The fray.

As the man next to me charged to attack the monster, the monster opened its mouth and shot 100s of miniature humans, they wore masks that looked identical to skulls, as I stared deep into the crowd of the soldiers of the monster, I saw the Cellist. The man who had charged was now fending his share of the soldiers with his katana, while others shot at them with an array of weapons, such as Ak47s, Pistols, and shotguns. As I charged the scene the man with the gask masked stopped and watch the horror unfold, I withdrew my sword from its sheath and hacked away at the soldiers of the underworld, yes that seemed to be a fitting name. As we mercilessly slashed and shot at them they started to retaliate viciously clawing their way through through what in their point of view was just a mass of flesh. I felt someone grab my by the hood and pull me backwards, it was dirge. It’s a bit hard to describe Dirge, but if I had to it would probably go like this: He was about 5’10, almost every time I’ve seen him he had a cigarette in his mouth, he was wearing a trench coat, decent length brown curly hair, and dark brown skin. As we ran out of the fray dirge took me to the side and started talking very fast; “Gene we need to leave now, if we don’t we will be slaughtered like the rest of them!” “Dirge this is our home, our land, we must defend it and it also seems like we’re winning!” I exclaimed. He gave me a sour look “Listen gene, you’ve obviously never seen what these abominations can do to people, first they put you under the illusion that you can defeat them with a militia, then they create hundreds of their soldiers, making a challenge for them to laugh at, but among the spawns of soldiers there Is a captain…” “The Cellist?” I interrupted Dirge. “Sure, call him whatever, but you need to understand he is just watching all of this for his enjoyment, very soon he will get bored and just wipe us out!” Dirge said, He handed me a slip of paper and said “Here read this while we run, I need my breath. The paper read as follows;
Stage 1: The colossus appears and kills off citizens and warriors alike.
Stage 2: The colossus creates soldiers of its own, and among them a captain in various ways.
Stage 3: The soldiers fight off whatever strength and fighters the area has to offer, it seems as though you have won doesn’t it?
Stage 4:The army of shadows will all stand motionless and their skin will turn diamond hard, impenetrable.
Stage 5: The captain will eventually get bored and decide to have some fun slaughtering the citizens.
Stage 6: After every human is running for their life the captain will crawl into the colossus’s mouth and then they will leave.
Stage 7:There will be 5-7 soldiers left to watch over the town and make sure nothing suspicious happens.
This is all the news we have on the incident at the moment.
Though We would like to inform you of recent strengths you may have recently acquired, superhuman strengths. Depending on what happened to you in your recent “Dream” you will have acquired certain ability, for some its telekinesis, for others it may be super human strength.

After that the page was torn. “Dirge, is this true?” I asked, “Yeah it is, hey lets stop and fight some.”
End chapter four.

Chapter three: Maze.
I didn’t quit know how I ended up here, but I woke up in mausoleum. I stood up and stepped back just to hit a giant wall, it was so massive I couldn’t even see the top, then I looked left and then to my right, and I couldn’t even see the other sides of the room. As I studied the walls closer I read names of various people that I had known throughout my life, curiously I looked at one, It had my parents name on it, which was very odd considering they where alive last time I was back in reality. So I decided it wasn’t helping to much to stare at names, so I walked aimlessly forward. I had walked for about 15 minutes before I tripped on something, there was a pile of rubix cubes on the ground in front of me, a white one, a black one, and the generic rainbow fashioned one. I couldn’t quit determine which one to pick up considering how fatigued I was from wandering around and being attacked by the shadow, which I still have no idea how I’ve survived thus far. I decided to grab the rainbow one because it was the middle ground between white and black, as I reached down to pick it up a breeze of wind blew through my hair and I felt a presence lingering over me. As I reached to finally pick up the rubix cube and look behind me, my had was evaporated once I got close enough to the cube, I was startled and jumped back and hit a mass of cloth, I looked behind me… Death was staring me in the face. As I stepped back trembling in fear of death, He pointed at me with his bony finger; my body pulsated.

I woke up in my bedroom in my bed quit a bit shook up about the nightmare I had just had, I looked around, everything was normal. As I embraced the warmth of the rising sun I looked at my hand and the watch was gone I was not physically harmed in any way or form. I sat up in my bed, planted my feet on the ground with the fuzzy carpet sticking up in-between my toes, I stood up and walked towards my door. As I opened the door and proceeded to walk down the stairs that I had missed so dearly, I did not hear any morning breakfast chit chat, I looked at the clock and it was exactly when breakfast usually is; 9:00am. I couldn’t find anybody in my house, so I assumed they went out to breakfast, I picked up the phone and dialed my friend dirge’s number, right before I hit the talk/dial button my phone rang, I picked it up and it was Dirge. “Hey dude, I just had the weirdest dream” announced Dirge “Wait, you to!?” I exclaimed. “Yeah a couple others have had it to Gene, so were all heading over to Gerald square to see what’s up, it seems that some of our dreams are connected” said Dirge, “Alright, meet you there”. I thought about what to bring with me, I brought an old katana my parents had on display, and a couple homemade grenades from the Anarchist’s cookbook. As I stormed out of the house, my adrenaline pumped through my veins, a pile of emotions where going through me, fear, excitement, and overall I was skeptical about the situation ahead, but as I sprinted down the street I noticed others sprinting along side me after a while, we did not speak, but one of them had a gas mask on, the other had a cloak on, like something out of a fiction novel, he had a sword like mine and had a determined look in his eyes. As we reached the group of people on Gerald Square, I came to a sudden halt of amazement, There was an giant skeleton that seemed to be held together by gears, I saw many people from my city fending off it’s frenzied strikes, the man next to me with the determined look in his eyes jumping in front of me, withdrew his sword and charged.
End chapter three

Chapter 2: The cellist.
The dice landed on 12, sapphire it is, I firmly grasped the doorknob ready to twist it. The second I did I was not in the classroom; I was in a seemingly endless void. As I paced throughout the void searching for a way to escape this place, my ears picked up a melody no words but the small deep humming of a cello. As I paced with haste towards the song, a figure emerged out of the abyss of the void in front of me. I asked him “What is this place, why am I here? How am I supposed to get out!? The figure looked up at me and put out his open hand toward me, as if asking me to yield. He slung his bow atop his strings and started playing a song:
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouth less mutters.
As I pondered this question I looked down and shackles where on my ankles! The Cello player looked at me with glowing white eyes, a disgusting smirk ran across his face that stretched from cheekbone to cheekbone. I stared at him with the uttermost hatred; he was actually enjoying my torment?! I charged at him with a fist curled up, and swung it with all my strength. To my astonishment my body froze almost precisely 1 inch in front of his face, I looked down and the shackles had melded my ankles to the pitch-black ground! This isn’t good I have limited time in here as well as I frantically looked around the void for a hit or a clue the cellist laughed at me. I stared at my ankles once again to see the darkness take up everything up to my knee, I thought to myself “Pull your wits together, after all you are the sapphire!”

As I ponder the clause to supply to the Cellist, I tremble with fear I don’t think I have too much time left… “Voiceless it cries”, I believe this is telling me it’s not a tangible item, an essence of sorts. “Wingless flutters”, perhaps this means the essence floats or maybe… “AHH” I shrieked out with pain as the shadow melded up to my waist. “Ok pull yourself together,” I thought. “Toothless bites, Mouth less mutters.” This states that the essence can make sounds, and hurt… What could it possibly be? As I shrieked out in pain once more I felt a breeze of wind flow by me as the shadow melded with my throat, my vocal cords. Wait! That’s it! The answer is wind! Crap I can’t talk though, how am I supposed to communicate to him. The shadow had completely melded over me…
End chapter two.

Chapter one: The classroom.
What is this place? It looks like a replica of my school classroom, although it can’t be the real thing though my classroom was demolished into smithereens when the school got funding for new classrooms. Though I noticed something that wasn’t there before, there are now four doors instead of the original two. Each door had a circle on it, encrusted with a type of stone. The first door had a pearl, representing dignity and beauty, this doesn’t represent me quite well enough. The second door, an emerald, represents charm and cleverness, not to sound full of myself but those are two things that describe me fairly well. The third door, Sapphire, Wit, and persuasion, these are almost perfectly accurate to describe me. And finally the ruby, ignorance, yet bliss. Before I think about opening one of these doors, I think I’ll try to find another way out. As I gazed about the room, I looked at my old teachers desk and saw the drawer there must be something useful in here. I opened the drawer, I found 3 Items; a magnifying glass, a watch with a broken hour hand, and a piece of tape.

The magnifying glass… Curiosity, and inquiry. The watch, representing that my time is limited. The tape, to mend and to fix. Well that didn’t do anything but tell me the predicament I’ve already fallen into… It’s been at least a good 30 minutes according to the watch, I probably only have 30 more left… Which one of the doors do I pick?! It’s obvious the sapphire! Wait no it’s the ruby! As I sighed I realized it was no use and couldn’t figure it out. It seemed it was not for me to decide. As I stared up at the wall I noticed something on the ceiling! A dice! With 16 sides! I get it now, I’m not supposed to decide for myself, but merely let the dice decide for me! Numbers one through 4 will be the ruby, numbers 5-8 Will be the emerald, numbers 9- 12 will be the pearl, and 13-16 will be the sapphire. As I threw the dice at the wall I thought, why am I here in the first place? What is this place? There was one thing for sure though; this is the most thrilling experience I’ve ever had in a long long time.
End Chapter one.

Comicon.
Who all is going?

Well here's my attempt at my own theme XD

Well here's my attempt at my own theme XD

Sonx's very hawt sig.
I was bored and started watching... AMVs :c
Came across a decent one, and then I switched over to sonx's post, and his sig flows to the beat pretty fuckin' well.
Link
:Not like any of you care.

At 6/14/07 07:49 PM, Lord-Sonx wrote: Luis raping

hey can we get off luis now >:(?

Sonx raping.
*Throws a saddleo n sonx and proceeds to ride him like a cowboy*
YEE HAW!

I'm liking them so far, my entry will be up soon.
ALSO REMEMBER TO PM ME WITH IDEAS :D

At 6/14/07 03:25 PM, DoctorWombat wrote: Hey, so, um, we don't actually have to challenge a specific person, right? We can just go ahead and draw our interpretation of the topic?

Nah it can be your interpretation!