"Who... am I?" a lone figure dragged himself on a highway, no vehicles in site, in some distance the lights of a small town seemed to call him. "Urgh." He had been running, yes, that was it. From what? Was he running from someone or to someone? To something? From something? Also, his head... It hurt. Bad. His body felt like he had been having a bad hangover and some quack doctor had put some unapproved medicine in his system. Was he getting rid of this drug if it existed or was it getting rid of what was left of him? His sanity? Was he already insane and now he was just wandering through the world of his memories? The ghosts of these memories killed by him, were they killed that way while they were alive? Blood seemed to rise in a stench from his clothes. Oddly, he felt some pleasure seeing it but fealt that was only because something had been done to him. By someone. Concentrating on things such as the blood made the headaches go away. If that would just stay away... He had to see himself. Get some bearings, found out who he was. He was a person, right? "Weapon." The thought came unspoken and unbidden from some recesses of his mind he felt he had closed a door on. Should he have closed it tighter? Somehow, he could visualize that door. It seemed red. Looking harder, he saw it was blood red. The man would have to stop thing of himself as "he." "He" needed a name. "Bane." That would be his name for now. Nothing like bitter irony to get the morning going. It wasn't morning though, was it? It was night. More irony, perhaps. Was he entitled a sense of irony and to be a actor in its play? Maybe. He felt he had been it's director at times. Was he now? Bane leaned against a tree. Rain had passed by before, he knew that because before he could remember things such as running he could remember darkness. Darkness and fluid on his skin. Was it blood? More then likely more then blood. What had they done to him? Did he deserve this punishment? Was it a punishment, or some sick perverse reward? If the people/things thought this was a reward, he would give them a reward. Give them the biggest one of their lives, probably the last one, also. First he must get answers, though. Then there would be "rewards." Plenty of them. They would not be quick, ether. Bane himself would make sure they gave a long acceptance speech to any of their colleges. Even friends and family would do! Then he might give them a reward if they had a hand in it. Had a hand in causing his pain. Pain. Would it ever stop? Some voice inside him clanged that killing was wrong, and he did not silent it. He felt he should be a hero. That he was a hero. If only... it would stop. A bar from that town he had seen was now approaching. How long had he been walking without paying attention? Didn't matter. Looking in a mirror when he entered the bar, he stopped and observed himself. White skin, black hair. Seemed to be wearing a torn black leather jacket. Bane stopped and continued on in the bar, taking his seat next to a bald man, one that stank of beer and gave off his own scent of blood. Not all of it his own. "Hey, man, you got some time? I'll get you hooked up, y'know. You'll be riding the high roads. Getting high with us. It's the life, man. If you don't agree, you know, you can sign the rejection papers for my payers in your blood. Heh," the shaved man said this with a grin towards the end and a flicker of a knife under the bar table caught Bane's eyes. The man was large. Probably thought he could sit on him while he cut Bane open and had his fun for the night. Didn't wasn’t women, just wanted more cash and addicts on his rigs. He probably did order the occasional woman, though. This man had ruined countless lives, what would be a greater last live to sign the epitaph with but his own? 'Kill.' a silent vocie urged. "No," he spoke back firmly in his mind. Enough blood was already on him. Bane would break this man and let him make a better man out of the pieces. He was not a killer. He didn't even know what he was, yet, but he wanted to be nothing like this man. This man could live a decent life if he tried, Bane would give him the chance. "No," this time Bane spoke the word outside of the room and into the bar. It seemed to follow with a echoing of silence that set the stage for tonight’s next act of drama in the bar. "Yes." this was no question, it was a command that was enforced by a glint of a knife under the table. The knife caught the light of a neon light on the wall, and combined with the other man's face it showed what he really was: a greedy wash out. The man was in no position to make those as of now and Bane wouldn't follow orders from whatever town junkie drug maker crawled into a bar. Somehow, the music had stayed on and seemed to feel the silent gap that separated them. Soon, it would be disturbed again by a different kind of noise. Quickly before any reaction could be made and with speed and power Bane did not know he possessed, he grabbed the man by the arm and slung him past the bar's counter, narrowly missing a bartender. Possibly owner, he did not look like this thing was a surprise and in fact happened very often. Should he kill them? Start with the arrogant bartender, with his numbness and see how numb he was to reality. "They deserve it. Kill. Kill. Kill and live through their deaths," the voice in his head spoke so. Was it in his head or was it the voice of reality... perhaps insanity? Back from Bane's thought's, he noticed a display that had been set had crashed, and a bottle of cheap beer had slided off it. It crashed, sending glass everywhere onto the other man's face and body. The cheap beer followed afterwards. "Now he is as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside," Bane thought this smugly with some comfort and noticed his headache was gone. Somewhere in what temporarily seemed to be a different place-perhaps a different time?- Bane heard voices whispering. Bane could barely make out of the silent echoes some, "Where now?"'s and such but one received his special attention. "That guy took down Big Bill!" "Big Bill" let out a groan. Possibly letting out some of the "steam" he planned to use to sit on Bane with. He might would have felt pity if it was a weaker man or one that had done less, but he didn't. Instead, he felt pride and rage he was not aware of before falling before he could examine it fully. The bartender, what happened finally dawning on him-he was old, possibly feeble, a decent excuse-took a key off of a key ring and gave it to Bane. "You have no idea..." Is there anything I could do for you?" the bartender asked. "Looking for information," Bane said confidently. "Always good for lads your age to seek enlightenment, eh? Take the motorcycle out back with this-," the man horridly fished out a key from a key ring from his pants pockets and kept the rest of the object in his hand while giving the key to Bane. This key, where would it lead him? The door of his mind. Once again the question would arise-should he open it? The man finished hurriedly, "Just escort me outside to the parking lot with you, please." the man said this please with a quick look around the bar. "If you want to get the information, this road goes on straight for some length. Go down until you see a sign saying, Koola." Tell the man in the back Phil sent you." The man, Phil, silently pleaded and Bane agreed with a grin. Soon he was on his way. Who was he? This man "Phil" sent him to better know. If he or they didn't, they just might get to feel some of the pain they have all caused Bane. Caused him. Those things and people that hurt him without reason were no better then the commonest junkie. They would be dealt with accordingly. Was there a reason though? The question seemed to join the half-way hushed voices of "Kill." Two hateless eyes observed him. These were motherly eyes, if not wifely. Perhaps a possible connection to Bane? The figure, nothing more then a shadow in the night sky using the stars as eyes, seemed to fade to follow someone.
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Has anyone else read this book by Stephen King? Retrived from wiki: Hearts in Atlantis (1999) is a collection of two novellas and three short stories by Stephen King, all connected to one another by recurring characters and taking place in roughly chronological order. The stories are subtle conveyances of the Baby Boomer generation, specifically King's view that this generation (to which he self-consciously belongs) failed to live up to their promise and ideals. Significantly, the opening epigraph of the collection is the Peter Fonda line from the end of Easy Rider: "We blew it." All of the stories are about Baby Boomers, and in all of them, the members of that generation fail profoundly, or are paying the costs of some profound failure on their part. The closing "Heavenly Shades of Night are Falling" is clearly meant as a eulogy for the promise of the Baby Boom generation, with the hint of redemption. It also has references to his works in The Dark Tower series and such. Did you enjoy it, and find any part you really liked to reread at times?
If all these peole are pissed, when will they be pissing?
Inspired by the poem, The Wanderer, as well as other things. This will be a story, whether or not anybody reads it, is up to you. If you find it in your time to read it and possibly comment upon it, I will take my time to respond likewise to your comments. This story will be set in a past age, possibly medieval fantasy and will go from there. Enjoy reading it if you take your time to, and if you read it word for word, you might enjoy it. I might enjoy writing it. The greatest tale ever told is still the greatest tale, even if it is never heard, possibly. I'm not saying mine is the greatest, though it can still be good even if no one decides to read it. Maybe someone will. Chapter 1: The Beginning A lone figure walked a empty highway through a dead village. Peace signs had fallen on the ground, a sign of the past protesters that used to stand in the streets. Beggars and all did it, death had not been swayed. It had continued as if a holy man converting barbaric to a newfound religion. When it was over, he would wish for death. What was his name? He had had a name, of that he was sure. Had he ever had a true name, though? Were they all disguises, cleverly forged behind a false barricade of emotions? Possibly. Had he sold his soul long ago, or had his soul sold him? Had he even had a soul? He knew now that being a empty hollow shell would be better then his current situation. For what was inside him was dark, and the night light of his "Heart" had seemed to go out long, long ago. How far had he walked, and how much farther will he walk? He had not known any companion but pain, and sometimes it went to those who came across him, though it always returned. Like a old friend, one who needs company when everyone else has left. The man wore solely black, and his hair contrasted to it by being white. He looked old, but fealt young. On his face was always a smile, one you could tell was fake though he still wore it. If what they say is true and eyes are mirrors for the soul, he had no soul, and if he did, it was pure black. It was eyes that you would try to block out, only to let them haunt you in your dreams. Eyes that made children cry, and mothers believe in the worse of the world. The road was silent except for the steady moan of the wind, but the inside of his head was not. Each voice had a different voice, and a different message. All of them seemed to echo. Still The Wanderer marched on. The Wanderer... What did he seek? He knew, he always knew that piece of the puzzle. Why did it have to be him, though? He knew that, also. He marched on. Soon he would be upon a tavern, he sensed. He could see the lights going down the ways he walked, casting shadows, dividing the Darkness but making it more noticeable for those that had to forever follow it and its sometimes everlasting embrace. With a sigh he dragged his sole weapon into the room, a old sword. Some of the older men seemed to laugh at him, him dragging his sword in like a pathetic weakling. With a start, his hands started to shake. The sword seemed to move in the air, prompting more laughter. Suddenly, the red haze. Always appearing when he broke through... Flames, screams, darkness, and... he was slightly in control again. Slowly he walked through the flames, ignoring the final screams and walked through the flames like one might a patch of flowers on a good day with a lover. --- A young man was left there. He looked haggard, weary, and old. Across his neck was held a single stone, in the fire light looking as if it was in the shape of a key, perhaps it was. tied there by string. The stone shined with its own light even in the fire light. The Wanderer seemed to stop a second in the fire to beckon him, and once he backend, he had no will of his own. Turning a final look when he was some distance away from the tavern, he saw no tavern, only fire which must have been the inspiration for some poets view of Hell and eternal punishment. After looking away, even from this distance the young man, his name was Marcus, could feel the flames trying to scorch him, perhaps drag him into the flames that now looked like a inferno, spiraling into the depths of what some believed no person should face until they were dead, and that was conditionally. Should he have jumped in? Would it have been a better fate then what awaited him? These thoughts would come through his mind in the future, would he ever truly have a answer? Casting all thoughts aside, he caught up with the stranger who had disrupted his life. Who was he kidding? His life was already messed up. The fires glowed in the distance still, making him wonder if they would ever be put out. Whoever the man in black was, the light of compassion in his eyes seemed to have been snuffed out. Though, he couldn't be all bad, could he? He had left him alive, though wasn't his existence punishment enough? Punishment. What a fun word. With the meant at the end, one could believe it was meant for you. Punishment, thy name is ruin. Ruin, thy name is age. Age, thy name is death. Death, thy name is everything. Everything, thy name is nothing. The Wanderer, he said he was called The Wanderer. The name fit him, from Marcus's experiences with him so far. Perhaps he would become his companion. Sorrow is a bitter companion for those alone. Alone. Not a word was like it, and none compared to it. Sometimes the best medicine, sometimes the best poison. --- The Wanderer traveled with his new companion, keeping his thoughts to himself. The companion kept up, and even if he didn't, the Wanderer would not have slowed down. The man was important. Especially the stone key around his neck. Keys unlocked doors, some were real, some were of fate. Some did both. They passed people when they went into the town. The tavern had been like a sign that read it was the borderline for it. As a matter of fact, that black stuff in the sky might of been the smoke. Might of been some other fire, though. With the way people were today, you could never tell. Never tell. These thoughts might of brought a smile to his face if he didn't already have a fake one. Smile. His smile was a parody of a happy smile, showing just how see through the happiness of today's world. Was there a today's world? Today was but time, and time but numbers. Numbers and memories. Eternity is nothing but a man laughing at you, clocked in memories and beckoning at you with the false light of hope. Did hope have light, or was it darkness? The evil that men do. Did men do these evils, or were men evil themselves? Was there no difference? If you compared man to the most barbaric beast, would he be that different? Both of them savage, both possibly without purpose but to cause pain. Pain, the last sense to fade even in the cold of Darkness before it numbs you into acceptance of itself. Was it the last, though? Perhaps the last was hatred, which gave the wounded resolve and the cold heat. They made camp that night, under the stars that would shine upon him, if there were any. Using some magic, the Wonderer once again called forth flame and began to talk while staring into the fire. The fire stayed like a old friend, patiently burning and sending out smoke to block out the stars that shined. --- When Marcus awoke, he could see that the Wonderer had not slept. Looked as if he hadn't had any sleep in some time, actually. Shaking off the remnants of sleepiness, he obeyed when the Wonderer said, "Come." So he went and followed the Wonderer, becoming his "companion." The stone key seemed to lay heavily upon him. --- More to be written later. Anyone have any thoughts on this?
In the Upcoming Kingdom Hearts games, Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days is already released, right? So it's not "upcoming" anymore, unless it speaks of the English version I think. The description under it could atleast say that it's out, just not in English, as a expelnation for those wondering if it's out. Maybe give it it's own section or get a section for all the portable relased Kingdom Hearts games and put it there with ones that are already released? Perhaps also since it's also out somebody could gather up some of the old popular theories for it, put them in one topic with credit and such, and people could look at it and compare it to how things turned out, and just for the memories?
Inspired by the series by Stephen King. The universe. Size. When you look at a speck of sand, do you look at a speck of sand, or a small universe? Does this universe have smaller universes within it, and so ona nd so on? Do all of them have Hearts? Where does the final Heart lead? What if one tower composed all of this? The Dark Tower. --------------------- Chapter 1: The Gunslinger --------------------- The man in black fled across the worlds and the gunslinger followed in pursuit. They had played this game of there's for some time. Was it nearing the end? Did anything truely ever end? Time. The man in black had the answers Roland seeked. Knowledge sometimes had a price, what would this one be? His soul? Had he sold that in day's past? Soon it would be the end. The wind went across the darkness of the night sky, seeming to block out stars with a invisible blanket. Did a higher force cover up that blanket, and did it lead to The Dark Tower. A voice seeming to echo down from the passegways of his memories finally found its way to him. "Remember, there are a thousand stars in the night sky. All leaing to Hearts. Those Hearts leading to further ones, and at the last Heart, it leads to The Dark Tower. The Heart of everything and nothing itself." Those were the words of Cort, his old master. Was it wise that he had followed his advice? Should he have followed it more thouroughly, and waited until he was part of the flame that seemed to follow everywhere he went, consuming friend and foe alike. All spare one other. The man in black. Why was this? Roland would ask these questions and more from him, and they would be answerd. He had not come this far to be denyed. A small structure from a lost time stood still, as if a idol standing testement to the sins and dark magic that had conspired there. Not just old magic. newer. Fresher. The smell of a place where old people and old dreams alike go to die or rot away screaming for mercy though it would never be deliverd. Was he a old dream? The world has moved on, they said. Was he the final old dream, going here to die? Did dreams ever really die, or did they just fade away slowly, until they could not be seen. Perhaps he would be able to answer the question, soon enough. Inside he could hear crying. The sound a animal makes when all it loved and relied upon is stripped away. Leaving only its life, which it would just as soon be without. Not even Death excepts it, and when it does, the poor creature comes willingly. There was a boy inside. Roland came upon him, mixing the way a friend might come to a friend and a predator might come to its prey into one. "Who are you?" Roland asked. The boy seemed to stop crying for a moment. It was moment enough, then he quit crying. Though again, it was enough. Roland heard the words, "My name is Sora." The boy seemed to cry more at this, as if remembering a old frriend just to remember at the last second he was dead. "Why did you come here?" Roland asked. The boy looked up, and said, "I don't know, I just... don't know anymore." Roland took out a silver colored bullet, twirling it around like a child might a new toy. It was a technice of hypnonis he knew from the dead age. "Why did you come here?" Roland asked again. "I don't know," the child said again. "I don't remember much of my life. I remember being on a island. A key? A push into the water, and a man in black keeping me down." At the last words, the man in black, he gunslinger fealt a feeling of dread crawl into him. "Do you wish to remember what you saw?" the gunslinger asked. "No. I don't want to remember that feeling," Sora said this like he was quite sure, so Roland did as the child requested and broke the trance. "The child might be importent," the gunslinger thought. "He might be a key to the Dark Tower." After some moments of debate, Roland decided to keep the child with him. "Come," Roland said, and he did. "Where's the food?" Roland asked. "Shed out back," Sora replied. Sora was feeling good, he thought he had a friend again, and things were looking up for him.
Diablo III: The Sin War "It has been said that in the end of all things, we would find a new beginning. But as the shadow once again crawls across our world and the stench of terror drifts on a bitter wind, people pray for strength and guidance. They should pray for the mercy of a swift death... for I've seen what the Darkness hides." The Sin War is not a single great battle that was fought and now belongs to the past. The Sin War was, is, an age during which both Heaven and Hell shifted the focus of the great conflict to Sanctuary and came to a halt pending on which side humans will choose. The Sin War seemingly ended with the overthrowing of the Three and their exile to the mortal plane, because at that point, the focus of the two sided of the great conflict was restored towards each other, at least in some part. Though Diablo names the Sin War the battle for Sanctuary and all who exist there, and announces that once he releases his brothers, “The Sin War will once again know the fury of the three.” The Sin War was in ages past. Once Diablo freed his brothers, only for all be slain. Though, not without destroying the Worldstone. Once destroyed, demons slain and imprisoned from ages past shall come forth again. Twenty years have passed since the destruction of the Worldstone. The world of Sanctuary was prepared for an invasion from the Burning Hells. However, the invasion never happened, prompting Deckard Cain to seek information as to why. The destruction of the Worldstone gave birth to a crater in Mount Arreat. From this, a volcano like structure formed. This structure was thought to house nothing, though instead it housed the remains of the Worldstone. Using the stones as a soulstone to keep there essence, the three have remained on Earth, weak, though still alive with human hosts. They wander Sanctuary, slowly feeding off of inportant people. Nobody really searches for the ones that don't have a big impact on Sanctuary, due to people dying every day by demons in the wilderness. Though, rumors do go on... Finally having enough power, the Three summoned some of there Demonic Legion onto Earth, and thus the Sin War resumes. The tribes, Amazon, Barbarian, Necromancer, Sorceress, Assassin, Druid, Barbarian, Witch Doctor, and Wizard banded together to stop them. Lesser evils have come as well, as have lesser goods. The last days of the war are at hand. The Three have parted ways, each with one goal in mind: make Sanctuary a living Hell. Tyrael, corrupted partially but not totally has lost sight in the light. Born from the light, now only darkness accepts him and he accepts nether. Seeking the knowledge if he has been granted a greater understanding or a curse for his actions in saving humanity. Characters (If I missed any, which I know I did, just request. I'll update list.): Diablo: The Joker Baal Mephisto Tyrael: Legion Auriel Imperius Itherael Malthael Inarius Deckard Cain Prime Evils will all be controled by me for a while to get the plot going. If you want one, just ask. Know though that I will ask for a preview post and if you don't get it, don't fuss. You can try again later possibly if the role is still open. I might ask for a preview post in all roles, it depends, I guess. sername: Fayt-Harkwind Character name: Vagarath Tyron Gender: male Tribe: Necromancer Powers: Along with his tribe powers he can create weapons out of the minions he creates. Age: 27 History: Being a high class necromancer in his clan he was sent to deal with the forces of evil that have revived. He wasn't sure if others would follow him but he was sent first, someone to report wether more necromancers where needed. Bio: He is a dark look individual from appearance, aside from his appearance and powers he actually loves nature and is a very caring person. Other: the drawing of three. Username: keybladewarrioroflegend Character name: Neoph Rampart Gender: Male Tribe: Assassin Powers: along with his tribe powers, he can glide on air. Age: 17 History: he was orphaned when he was 3. an old man cared for him until the old man was brutally murdered. Bio: he is cold and cruel. he appears to have a soft spot for children though. Other: The Drawing of the Three Username: Sorrow Character name: Tyra Genos Gender: Female Tribe: Druid Powers (Can have powers of there tribe as well as some other powers. Just don't overdo it.) : will edit later Age: 20 History: After her home was destroyed, Tyra has made her way through other towns, trying to find a permanent home. No one was tolerant of her looks, and she has been outcast again and again. She now lives in a small house in the woods, isolated from humanity, and caring for only herself. Bio: A sarcastic girl (I know I make all my chars this, but its better then not putting it and having them be sarcastic anyway), she tries to keep her comments to herself, or at least only mutter them. She rarely initiates conversation, and keeps to herself, following the proverb "Don't speak unless spoken to." Other:The drawing of the three? I think it was..... Username: Character name: Gender: Tribe: Powers (Can have powers of there tribe as well as some other powers. Just don't overdo it.) : Age: History: Bio: Other: Rules: 1: I reserve the right to add more rules to this at anytime. I will notify and I ask members of this roleplay before doing so. 2: Follow the rules of this site. 3: That includes the 20 words a post rule. If you break this rule to many times, you will recieve a warning. Three warnings and you're out. 4: Try to stay active. I might not stay active in all the roleplays I join, though if you join, try to post every now and then. I will try to PM you if you are out two weeks without a post. If you want to quit, don't just quit posting, notify me or someone else and tell them to notify me. 4: No text talk. I'm not going to cut down hard if you can't spell something, though try. Mistakes happen. 5: Suggestions are welcome. Don't be afraid to suggest anything or ask anything. 6: Anyone can kill regular people/demons, just don't go overboard. 7: If you want to request a character already in the series, just ask. 8: If you've read the rules post "The Drawing of the Three." in your post. If you don't post this, I won't accept your request to join. 9: No controling another person's character without the person's permission. That goes for killing the character, also. 10: Read the rules and follow them. If you post without posting what I asked, I will ask you to read these rules.
You are a KHV admin that has recently obtained the site from a friend. The friend said he didn't want it anymore, so you could have it. Just as you wake up, you hear a beep notifying you of a new message on your phone. You look, and see it is a text message. Some junk about a lot of people complaining about lag and server space. What do you do? [] Let the people fuss [] Answer and just tell them to solve it for themself [] Don't answer [] Log onto KHV [] Prank call time
Written by Karl Edward Wagner, the series has been collected in two volumes. Gods in Darkness: The Complete Novels of Kane (2002), The Midnight Sun: The Complete Stories of Kane (2003). Midnight Sun is a collection of short stories of Kane. The one who wrote these died, so there will possibly be no more Kane novels. I've read it, has anyone else read it and have any comments? Did you enjoy reading it?
Anyone read them?
[How many views of people trying to prove the title wrong will it get?] I told you.
Bottom one is old. Supposed to be the Bat symbol. Meant to look like it was fading. Top one might look tough around the edges, I might work on that later.
Possible spoilers below. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter I ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edward Nigma sat bored in his van. Inside was a portable T.V. that added to the boredom that he had to be where he was. He had been working for the Metropilis news the "Daily Planet" and sighed as a show was interrupted. The news was no suprise, The Joker had been aprehended, Batman saved Gotham. Now there was a riddle... Edward's life was a riddle, and thus he loved solving them. Who was the batty man under the cowl? What drive him? Life was full of questions like these, but he preferd to thik of them as riddles. Added fun to a boring day. As the interruption to the show finished, a dadd playing that Dent had not been found and blame had befallen the Batman. made Nigma sigh more inside. "Dent could not be believed." was a title of a newspaper he had recently publsihed. This had made him a unpopular member of the staff and he and recently quit. Taking the van as his homecoming present into Gotham, and a homemade outfit he planned to meet at the very spot his father and he had used to live. Ah, yes. His father. The one who had always doubted his accomplishments, his intellect, even. Well, here they were. Putting on his outfit he walked into the old house of horrors and stopped as he saw eyes peering at him from the unlit room. "Who is this guy?" the mob boss who said this looked weerily at Nigma and his bright green ooutfit. If he looked closely he could see... were those question marks? What was he carrying. "Good evening, gentlemen. Who speaks in riddles yet always speaks the truth? The Riddler. I am the Riddler," Edward said with a smile beneath his hat. Thsi was where all could begin... or end. "Riddle me this, riddle me that. Who's afraid of the big black bat?" the words echoed around. "If that's all you called us here for...," a gang member said. "We all want the bat dead. What could you do that we can't?" The Riddler tipped his hat off in mock respect. "I don't want the man killed. If he even is a man... I want answers. Answers to all the riddles. For persuison, he dropped a suitcase of cash on the table infront of him. Another thing he had stolen from the Dailey Planet. The man eyed the case werily. He knew the man infront of him was possibly out of his mind. Yet... he had cash, so, sure, why not? "We have a deal." he said happily, forcing a false smile upon his lips. "Wonderful" Riddler said as he raised a staff in the air with a question mark at the top only to jab it into the floor. As he exited outside with his new "friends" the night seemed to grow colder as they loaded into his van. As he enterd last on the drivers side, he spray painted a green question mark onto the vehicle. With a laugh he pressed the question mark on the top of his staff, started the van, and took off. He could see behind him the house burning and the fire originated with a mere question. Like life. Fire ignited more fire, riddles ignited more riddles. Infront of them stood a sign saying they were entering Gotham.
I was thinking of writing something. Yes, a fanfic. Probably a sequal to The Dark Knight. PM me for details if you want to help, read over it, and such.
Post them, if you want.
Do not steal or use these under any circumstances. Some have had more stuff done to them then others. I'll do more stuff during my free time. Suggest stuff about what to do with certain ones, if you want. Some might not be done yet.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Humanity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Long before the Age of Man had come to truly pass, there was a group of animals. These animals were diffrent, changed by a being they called "The One", who by feeding off of the negative energy humanity itself had brewed during years of war, changed them into humanoid creatures. For, in there eyes, he was without peer. The One had only one altar, and it was a volcano located in where the first animals had evolved. Years passed, man was enslaved, and attempted rebel. Though rebllion failed. All seemed lost. More years passed, humanity started to thin out, earning them the title Original Sin, which some thought they deserved. Then, a child was born. Some say it was a child of fate who had no father but destiny. Years passed, the child grew hatred against the animals rivaling the negative energy they had evolved with. This child slowly learned the brutality of the animals, and learned how to fight like them. Wishing to overthrow them, the man sought the altar and arrived. There, he found a black armor that seemd to call to him, the man answered the call, and put it on. Right after he finished putting on the last piece of the armor, the helmet, one of The One's legion of followers came in. Seeing the black armor, and seeing red eyes coming out of its cursed helm, they ran like the vengeance of there idol was upon them. The armor was cursed. Cursed to make whoever wore it follow The One and become his living embodiment and seek out destruction. The man tried to resist The One's will, but with every passing day the helmet grew heavier. The man knew if the helmet grew any heavier, his skull would be crushed, and he would thus die. All hope seemed lost yet again. The man gatherd up the Seven Tribes and spoke. He would attempt to lead the army into one final battle. The night before the battle, he met a fair maiden that with the power of their love, the black hatred of the helm was broken and it fell off. The man was joyed. Though good times never last for long, do they? The next night in the battle, The One himself appeared in the embodiment of a man who wore similar armor to the black armor. All seemed lost when The One started to summon legions upon legions of demons. The man, seeing no other choice, put on his helm and faced The One in one on one combat. The One was barely defeated and humanity won the battle. Though a discovery was made with this, seeing as the man had more trouble taking the armor off then he did last time, a Elder Mage examined it closely and saw that he could take it off, but it would be the last time he did so. The man feared for humanity. For, if The One came back, who would save them? What if the armor fell into the wrong hands? After one last meeting with the Seven Tribes, they appointed one to lead them all, and he got his horse and set out on the road. He left the woman he had met in tears, and she called him the name Bane. He had never thought he needed a title, though he thought it fit since every where he went, he caused and brought pain. Years passed. The Seven Tribes remained, but Bane knew he should of died. The armor would not let him. Thus was his curse. Now the Seven Tribes must come together again and stop The One in one final war. How will the story of humanity be written? In blood? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Seven Tribes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mages- Spell casters, the highest ranking and usually oldest are called Elder Mages. Archers- Uses bows and arrows. Some have the ability to enchant their arrows and enhance their aim. Warriors- They live and die by their sword. Druids- Users and preservers of nature. Mercenaries- Loyal usually to only those that pay the most. Made up of a bit of each tribe. Animals- Those that are hybrids between humanity and animals, and those that can shapeshift into animals. Necromancers- Raise the Dead, uses poison and other spells involving spirits, bones, and such. Renegades- They don't belong in any tribe, and are thus not added to the seven, though they stick together because of so. Each tribe has there own land, and places where they can all meet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minions of The One ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vampires- Usually like the night better, stronger then some humans and some can turn into bats. Wherewolves- Sometimes human, sometimes wolf. Demon- Just a general term. Be creative. Wild Animal- Like Demons, a general term. Humans- Those that have sworn allegiance to The One's and now serve him. Undead- Reanimated corpes that serve The One. Can be hybrids between corpses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OC Sheet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Character name: Appearance: Age: Gender: Weapons: Powers: Tribe/Minion class/other: History: Other: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OC Characters ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Username: Sky Fox099 Character name: Baron Appearance:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/Archer-UBW.jpg Age: 21 Gender: male Weapons: black katana with a blood red tip Powers: can jump super high Tribe/Minion class/other: warrior History: no one know's where he came from and just showed up one day out of no where. Other: quite boy that keeps to himself and has few friends. has long scar on his left arm. Username: Panda Face Character name: Arisu Nai Maaka. (Alice Nai Marker) Appearance:http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e219/doggiequeen910/Anime/nice-38.jpg (minus the glasses) Age:18 Gender:female Weapons: Arrows, staff, purity powers, dragon sword/actual dragon Powers: purity miko powers, telikinises (sp), calling of the dragon, and hand-to hand combat skills. (master of kung-fu) Tribe/Minion class/other: Human. Miko Warrior. ( Priestess ) Follows the One History: After being trained by the last Miko Warrior, she is the last of her kind, and she seeks the destruction of the person who killed off her whole family---- her own twin sister. Other: She is kind enough, and is fair of temper. The men who see her call her "The Gods Beauty Blade". She can be quite deadly, but is caring towards women and children. Username: hidden_light Character name: Elysia Dove Appearance: http://i651.photobucket.com/albums/uu234/caperucita_roja/sunako.jpg Age:19 Gender: Female Weapons: A black staff made of ivory with a skull in top. The base of it is blood red and the staff is covered in silk, black ribbons. Powers: She calls on the spirits often and is able to heal only when the person is seriously wounded, although not herself. Tribe/Minion class/other: Necromancer History:Her mother died a day after her birth and her father had abandoned them long before to follow the One. She's relied on the others but is able to stand up on her own when she can and must. Other:Knowing her mother died of a broken heart, she's built up her hatred into a vow of revenge on those who dare hurt the innocent. She's dark and pessimistic, but she still has a good spirit in her. Username: Fayt-Harkwind Character name: Raine Magos Appearance: http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g273/Hieisgirl16/really hot anime guys/a_MAN_by_heise.jpg Age: 22 Gender: male Weapons: a cursed sword that causes the weilder to loose life time dependent on how long they use it and a regular long sword. Powers: The power of his cursed weapon (a destructive force that makes its blade as deadly as lava), able to use his soul as a weapon. Tribe/Minion class/other: Warriors History: As a boy he was trained in use of the sword in his tribe, over the ages his father would create many grand weapons that the warriors have used. When his father sought to create a greater weapon he ventured off with his son to seek weapons of legend, on their travels they came across a cave that held a magnificent but dangerous sword. When they found the sword it was rested on an alter but they where not the only one who sought the sword as a demon was too. The demon killed the boys father and the boy ended up killing the demon with the sword it sought. The boy stuck with the sword soon realising its power came with a curse. Other: one is the loneliest number that there ever was Bane and The One will probably be controlled by me for some time. I'll probably add OC sheets for them later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rules ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1: Follow all rules of this section and site. 2: You know, 20 words like the section rules say. 3: No powerplaying. 4: No controlling another person's character without their permission. That also includes killing their character. 5: Post "One is the loneliest number that there ever was." if you have read these rules. 6: Suggestions are welcome on anything. 7: Try to keep it PG-13. 8:No *'s for actions. (Example: *Does backflip*)
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