I am pretty sure I'm: Circus Freak (15%(Mothers side)) Sausage (2%(Fathers side)) Martian (30%(Fathers side)) Fangirl (10%(Mothers side)) Patchwork Quilt(3%(Mothers side)) Zombie(5%(Fathers side)) Jewish(25%(Mothers side)) Computer(10%(Fathers side))
I'd season the raw flesh of a virgin with it.
Well, since the literal beginning of keeping track of time there have been groups both mainstream and fringe that have been completely convinced that the earth is going to end without any possible way of stopping it. At one time it was religion and prophecies telling us this and in some cases it still is, but those aren't the only things that get to strike fear into everyone's hearts and spread feelings of endingness throughout our great big global society. An example of a new contender in the worlds race to the end all is Science. People who know something about science seem to think that global warming will kill us, others have their bets on the piece of rock from outer space others say earthquakes, and even others say mega disasters of various origins. Is this just a common fear all people share, the end that is? Why do so many think that the world is ending for such reasons? Is there any more backing to the current reasons for the end than there is for the old ones? Is the world really ending this time? Historically we are roughly 0 for 20,000,000 as far as scares, guesses and predictions go, but you gotta play to win.
I don't want to say you're a bad writer, because you really aren't. However, it cannot go unsaid that you have quite a few errors in the technical aspect of this piece. That is to say, you don't seem to be using words correctly all the time and you glaze over details that make reading more confusing than it has to be. You say "Cian" once to describe a color, could it be that you mean cyan as in a type of blue or is that a color of a thing in the context of the story? You also mention a soul chain several times without really describing it in enough detail to evoke a consistent mental image. Another thing you do is use words incorrectly, pray in place of prey, say "another clashing sounding", which is just wrong like "the sparks lighten up the small area" and there was a physical continuity problem when you said Denithan swung upwards but gravity forced his sword through the flesh of the monster so that's just self contradictory. So it's a bit grammatically and stylistically rough, but editing and practice should remedy such issues. I don't want to sound harsh or mean or anything, but this may help you in the future. As an afterthought, I do find this story interesting, it's just you need some technical practice in writing to properly convey such an idea.
I'm not saying you're wrong DPWolf but advancements aside, China still is very politically backwards, Tianenmen Square wasn't exactly an abnormality and the Tibetan brutality isn't either. Also, China has one of the worlds highest AIDS rates thanks to their policy on prostitution and all things entailed. SO, the country is more economically free but the people still have rough government instated policies to deal with.
Whoa, the incredible use of persuasive rhetoric still astounds me.
This contradicts what many say but I wa saddened by the GH3 setlist, I just disliked a majority of the songs.
I was going to when I continued it, but I'm not sure if I'm going to. Okay, I guess the project isn't going to end with that. Door 3: The New World The next day the black haired boy awoke in the dark. He stared into the blank ceiling for several minutes before gingerly rolling off of his bed and testing his legs. He stood up with a distinct sore feeling in his body but the pain from his wounds was gone. He glanced over at a small digital clock signifying the time was eleven seconds after the hour of five in the morning. The black haired boy looked at his pencil lying on his desk and stood contemplating it for several moments. Eventually he tore his gaze from the object and left his room. He silently walked through his house preparing himself to leave. Just before he left he passed the chainsaw he took from the school the other day and stopped mid-step. He turned and looked at it more carefully. After several seconds he picked it up slipped it into an elongated bag and slung it over one shoulder. He walked as he usually did to school, slowly at first but faster as the sun rose. Around the time he would usually have been sitting at the front of the building he was on the field walking towards the maintenance shed. He slowly opened the shed doors which had miraculously remained unlocked as he had left them. He set the saw down where he had taken it from and left the premises. The rest of his school day played out like an ordinary one except for the fact that within his mind scenarios and vague ideas regarding the locks and keys he’d come in contact with so recently danced capriciously through its depths. At the end of the day he went straight home and in a change of pace completed his assigned work from school. He sat at his desk afterwards thinking about what the effeminate man had told him and how much of it to believe. Eventually he was called down from his room for the evening meal. His family as always ate in silence and each acted as if he or she were eating alone. Just as the meal’s silence seemed interminable the black haired boy coughed softly. The other two occupants of the room looked at him and he shook his head a little bit, silence resumed and so the meal ended. The black haired boy returned to his quarters and decided that there wasn’t enough time to lie awake on this night. With nothing but a click of a light he was asleep awaiting a new day. When it finally dawned the day was Saturday and the boy lay staring at the bright blocks that the sun’s light left on his ceiling. He sat up and yawned softly before standing up and once more looking at his pencil with no point. When he descended the stairs and passed the kitchen his father and sister were already eating and ignored his entry and exit. When he left the house the sun had been shining down on the street for nearly fifteen minutes. The black haired boy walked slowly back towards the school and watched his neighbors tending to their front yard business, like picking up mail and watering gardens and the occasional public shouting match. When he reached the school, it was buzzing with activity, he knew for a fact that his school hosted far too many sporting events and other community activities for it’s own good. So he tread lightly and quickly as he passed the droves of excited people on his way to the shed. The boy reached to once again unlocked shed and removed the saw from it’s resting place before slinging it over his shoulder once more and returning home. In several minutes he stood in front of his home staring at the gash in the door that the man with the scythe had left. His hand dove into his pocket and he rummaged for several seconds before producing the key that had changed his way of living. He readjusted the strap on his bag and knocked on the door. Before waiting for an answer that he knew would never come he said, “Goodbye, I’ll be back later. I have something I want to do now.” With that short parting shot he put the key into the lock and turned it producing a small click. He opened the door and found through it was not his home but an open field with arrows serving as grave markers for dead soldiers. He took a deep breath and stepped through, but not before he heard a voice from his house say, “Goodbye Callum.” He smiled slightly and walked through the door into the new world and closed the door behind him locking it with soft click.
It was pretty well Clay-mated really. Just saying, I don't really think it was that disturbing, it was a bit off beat but so are many of the popular works of Tim Burton. I don't really think I saw a deeper meaning, this was just a short clip from a movie as someone pointed out so I'll reserve judgment a little longer on it.
Well, maybe not, but the fact remains that the fastest growing economy in the world is coming to get you. If you don't believe me, then consider this, In 2005 China's projected growth in economy was over 10 percent as it had been the past few years, the U.S.'s was hovering at around 4 percent optimistically. China will soon have the fourth largest economy in the world outdoing Japan and fifty years ago it was one of the poorest nations around. I'm sure you all know that Wal-Mart the vast evil empire is mostly buying imports from China. I'm also sure you know that no where, not even in India or Mexico can people undercut China's manufacturing prices. Meaning most of our planets textiles and knick-knacks are from the Middle Kingdom. But how does economic growth and clout equate to political power? Well, for one thing pretty much every business in the world is on one level or another dependent on a foreign factory or business and a majority of those are based in China whether they're foreign owned or not. Why are they dependent? Pricing, consumers look for the lowest price possible for the highest quality possible, this golden ratio is most easily reached in a hungry economy like China's. For example the workers there are grateful for salaries of less an 100 U.S. dollars a month and leave the countryside in droves to get jobs that pay that much. So you get workers striving to make money that are willing to work very hard for that pay off and you get China. So we know all the worlds economy is dependent in part upon a country that doesn't believe in basic human rights, labor laws, or environmental protection. Don't worry the list goes on, and there really isn't a huge amount that any nations are willing to do about it. As China's influence spreads like the smog over their cities the world comes closer to a new world order. Well, maybe not.
This is another one of my fantasy stories I've been working on recently. It's of indefinite length and is simply based on a bunch of pictures, so don't expect too much. Road 1: The Island I live in a land of roads. No matter where you want to go there’s a road that will take you there. When I was you I would always run forwards, looking for the road that led to that huge sky. I don’t remember when I saw it but it was a wall it was the end of the line, it was my realization that the roads didn’t go everywhere that no matter how far or hard I ran I’d always end up looking out to the sky over head no matter where I had to stop it was always hanging over the massive sea. From then on I stopped running towards the sky, I just didn’t run anymore. It was a long time before there was anything to do on what I realized was just a small island. After all the island only got smaller the older I got. Then one day two more kids appeared. They were about my age and they didn’t know anyone, not even each other. They were awkward and I hadn’t seen anything new for what felt like years. I think that’s probably where this all began, where my new life really got started. That day there were three kids on the beach, just beside the cliffy shores of the island. Two of them had only recently arrived in this alien land. The other was a native familiar with every inch of the shores to the shallows. They just stood their ground for a few moments, either unclear as to what to say or too awkward to get anything out. Finally one spoke up, “Hey.” It was the most senior member of the group, a slender youth with black hair reaching past his chin in long spiked locks. “So, I’m Michael.” “Nice to meet you. Call me Roy.” The second boy was a brown hair child native to the island with wild light brown hair and a light disposition. “That’s a weird name.” Michael replied. Before the second had a chance to retaliate the quiet girl spoke. “Adin.” She had short reddish brown hair and a kind face. She spoke softly and said little. “Okay, now that we all know each other.” Roy said swinging his arms back and forth. “So what now?” “Dunno.” Michael answered as an awkward silence began to settle on the group. “Race ya to the cliffs.” Roy suggested. “If you don’t mind losing.” Michael balked at his counterparts confidence. “You wish.” Roy scoffed under his breath as they broke into a run. Adin lagged behind and called out to the others, already far ahead. “Wait.” Michael stopped short looking back and waiting. It took several moments for Roy to realize he was alone. He looked back to see the others walking up behind him. “What took you guys?” “Sorry.” Adin apologized. “It’s no problem, what are friends for?” Michael said with a nonchalant shrug. “Sorry, I just didn’t notice. From now on I’ll be sure to make sure you’re always alright.” Roy declared so loudly that the other two children gave a start. “Thanks.” Adin smiled. “It’s fine.” Roy said grinning broadly. “Roy, you know the island right?” Michael said looking over the crest of a hill. “Uh huh.” Roy answered. “Then you can show us around.” Michael said. “Alright. I wanted you guys to see the cliffs. It‘s the best place to watch the ocean.” Roy grinned even more broadly as he led the others towards the cliffs. These days brought life back to me but it didn’t feel like long before it was all over. The three children lived together on that island for nine years, they always stayed together, the best of friends. Three days from the conclusion of their ninth year was when the forces of change began to move once more. “Michael, if you don’t do better than that you’ll never beat me.” Roy shouted as they clashed together fighting with wooden swords. “Who’s losing?” Michael balked as he struck down his opponent. “Ah!” Roy fell backwards and lay stunned. Michael looked at him for a moment then began to walk away. “Like I said--Huh?!” Michael was cut short when he heard shuffling in the dirt behind him. “You fell for it! Roy Ultimate: Play Dead then Sneak Attack!” The jovial youth hurled himself forwards with a grin on his face from ear to ear. “What’s that? You don’t just yell it out when you’re gonna attack like that. It leaves you wide open.” Michael reacted in just enough time and parried the blow sending Roy into the ground again. “I lost again.” Roy moaned as he stared up to the sky from the flat of his back. “Another?” Michael offered his hand and another match, but his friend simply shook his head. “No. I’m good, maybe tomorrow.” Roy laughed. “Fine with me. So, what do you plan on doing the rest of the day?” Michael looked out over the sea as he spoke. “Dunno. We’ve been through everything. The island-- I guess there’s only so much you can do.” Roy said with a light sigh. “Thought so. I know you’ve thought of leaving before, we all have.” Michael said playfully. “The only thing keeping us here is that huge ocean. Kinda wish we could do something about it.” Roy said standing straight up looking his friend in the eye. “Well, life is long and this happen maybe we will leave one day.” Michael said shrugging away his gaze. “Maybe, but just looking out over the sea… It makes me wanna know what‘s over there.” Roy said, serious all of a sudden. “…You know, maybe we could.” Michael said offhandedly. “How so?” “Dunno, but something makes me feel like there’s a way.” “Well, until you can tell me how I think I‘ll pass on the vague optimism.” “Whatever, it‘s not like I‘m saying to try and swim across.” “That reminds me of what I always used to say.” “Really? When” “Before you guys got here. I liked to run a lot I thought I could run anywhere, even the sky. But you know in the end I realized that there wasn’t a road that led off this island.” “There’s always hope. Maybe you just never saw the road.” “Whatever you say. Whatever you say.” “Yeah…” He heard footsteps from behind him and turned about in just enough time to see Adin appear before him. “Hey.” She said in her calm even voice. “Adin! Great to see you.” Roy said leaping over in a single stride. “You act like I’ve been gone a long time.” She said almost chuckling at his behavior. “No, it’s just seeing a friend is always really good.” Roy said running his hand through his hair. “Nice to see you.” Michael spoke up later and more reservedly. “Nice to see you as well.” Adin responded in a similarly polite fashion. “Looks like it’s gonna be a nice day.” “It’s already near noon.” Roy pointed out bluntly. “Sorry, I just can’t get out as early as you guys.” Adin explained. “It’s fine.” Roy said smiling again. “Adin, I’d like to ask you something.” Michael said his curiosity barely keeping itself hidden. “What is it?” Adin asked. “What do you think about the world outside? I mean like the big world off the island.” “Don‘t know. It‘s probably pretty much the same.” She answered simply. “Think so?” Roy asked surprised at her response. “Can‘t really think of too many other ways it could be.” She answered simply once again. “Yeah, you‘re probably right.” Michael said somewhat crestfallen. “Still, it doesn‘t mean that I wouldn‘t like to see it.” She said turning to face them smiling. “Hm.” Michael nodded. “Yeah, I’m not sure about anything but it would be nice.” She continued. “Yeah. I guess everyone would like to see a little change right?” Michael asked. “Maybe. I still like it here, it‘s just new things are very…well new.” Roy tried to explain but lacked to words to do so. “I know. Maybe one day we will leave or something.” Adin said. “Yeah.” Roy agreed. “After all life is long.” “When we do go … We’ll certainly go together.” Adin said slowly. “It’s a promise.” The three said. “Yeah, together.” Michael said with a smile creeping onto his face. “Agh. It’s getting kinda late. I need something to eat.” Roy interjected. “Bring me back something.” Michael said jokingly. “No way you lazy lout.” “Ah whatever I’ll get some myself.” “Well seeya all later I guess.” “I’ll be here.” Adin said waving the three parted. “Me too.” Michael said following suit. Roy walked away slowly watching his friends turn away and go their separate ways. “It’s like it was only yesterday we met…It’s been the best day of my life. Somehow it feels like things are ending. Must be my imagination, right?” He chuckled too himself as he trod down the gravel path leading to the woods. “Can’t remember it too well, before those two were with me, it was really dark.” Adin thought to herself as she walked away from her friends. “Yeah, I didn’t like the dark. It wasn‘t so bad, but everything was the same and there was nothing to see.” She strolled down the long winding road that led back to the town. Adin looked up at the sky, right and blue. “I guess I really would like to leave.” She thought to herself. Soon she came upon a small cottage with a steady stream of smoke rising from the chimney. “He must be home.” “Hi.” She walked in and greeted an odd boy who stood hunched over an open flame burning papers chanting something about bills. “Oh hey Adin. You’re back early, anything wrong?” He said without getting up or turning around. “No, it’s nothing.” Adin replied. “Come on you can tell your crazy older brother anything.” The black haired boy stopped burning papers and turned to look at her his head tilted off to one side and his posture unimproved. “Really it’s nothing.” She repeated. “Okay.” He said shrugging. “Thanks.” “The travel bags are in the attic. Have a safe trip.” “I‘m not leaving.” She said perplexedly. “Oh, well you seemed like you‘ve wanted to. Well if you ever wanna leave you‘ll know, and more importantly if you wanna clean out the attic you‘ll know.” He said calmly as if what he’d said was in no way abnormal. “I will never understand you, but thank you anyways.” “Don’t mention it. Did you happen to see the duck outside?” He asked turning to the fire once more. “No.” She said a hint of curiosity carried in her voice. “Never mind then. Have safe trip, and don‘t forget about me.” He said waving vaguely at her as he turned over a box of papers into the fire. “I’m not going anywhere, but thanks Kheil.” She said smiling a bit. “What’re us crazy older brothers for?” He asked, craning his neck to see her expression. “Bills?” She answered with a smile. “Not funny.” He said burning another paper. “Changes are scary but with them around I can do anything.” Michael chuckled to himself. “Yeah, this is gonna be great.” Michael walked slowly down an unbeaten stretch of road near the sea watching the reflections and contents of the shallows swirl capriciously. Eventually he came to a hill with a small house atop it. He looked at the house and sighed before climbing the hill and entering. Inside it was empty and dark. Michael flicked on a light and walked to the houses central hub, the kitchen. He glanced over the counters and walked up to his room, the door to which had a post-it note stuck on it. It read as follows, “Remember to visit.” “Yeah, I remembered.” He said opening up his door and falling onto his bed. “Tomorrow and it’ll have been a year.” Roy reached an old cabin in the woods after some minutes of walking. He walked in and was greeted by a picture of a man and a woman standing next to each other and smiling. The second thing he saw was an older man walking down the hallway and looking at the floor muttering something about cleaning up. “Hey, old man. I’m home.” He said. “Oh, great to have you back Roy.” The older man said lifting his head and looking at Roy. “I haven’t been gone long.” Roy said bluntly. “You know you’re my only family, so humor an old man.” The man said with a hint of sarcasm. “Fine, I’ll make you some food if you’re gonna complain so much about it.” Roy said half joking. “That would be very nice, and I call not doing dishes.” The man said quickly and shamelessly. “What are you, five?” Roy asked raising an eyebrow. “When the situation demands it.” The man answered handing the youth a pot and a ladle. “I’ll do it, old man.” Roy said resigned to his fate. “Many thanks to you, you’re parents would be proud.” He said affectionately. “It’s good enough that you are.” Roy said sighing softly. The day ended as the suns disc fell to the edge of space welcoming the darkness of the night. Still the sky was lit with far away suns distant worlds, each seeming to look down on the small island waiting for the day to rise once more.
Not bad, I've heard many and this one is definitely one of the better sides of the masses. However, I'd like to know how you put this one together, not all of it is one instrument, so did you do it on your own via separate tracks or a music making program or have help in it's making or what?
I understand what you're saying, however I still do not entirely agree. Yes this does open a door for bioweaponry, but it's not as if anyone could have foreseen relieving suffering giving rise to such a negative at the time of their actions. Besides, the human race could be wiped out by any number of things, but it's really not a bad thing. It's an event, it can happen and we're all going to die anyways so what's the big deal with preserving the species?
Yeah, you do a better job explaining it and I appreciate your input. I forgot to add this in before but I think it's an issue that needs mentioning all the same. That is gender and objectification in video games. Itagaki one of the industry's most famous people has only really contributed one thing to the advancement of the gaming industry: jiggle physics. I say this in all seriousness, many of the gender roles in video games are skewed from reality and often portray women in a less than accurate and complimentary fashion. This can be seen clearly in the DOA series and others like it. Though it is nice that women are included and often times portrayed as powerful or intelligent they are also portrayed as a pair of breasts in many more cases. Women aren't only either looked down upon or objectified in the games themselves but are often excluded from the gaming community by it's male population and the culture as it stands.
Games are a form of entertainment. So can be most other forms of media, such as movies, books, and television programming. The thing that sets video games apart is the fact that they up until recently have been solely a form of interactive entertainment. Though there are many differences between the various forms of entertainment there are some that tend to be more notable in the public eye than others. Stories in video games are told less in the fashion of the cinematic movies that they are often compared and related to by the onlookers. A video game tells a story not compressed into one two to three hour slot. A video game is more like a book that you can pick up and view at any time and choose to stop doing so at any time. Video games often times have long stories that are told through actions as much as words. They also tend to be up for far more interpretation than a movie, though you have a protagonist, you also can choose what you think that this protagonist is more likely to do or better for doing, through the interactive controls. The video game as a story teller also contains many undercurrents and layers of meaning that cannot be expressed in short straightforward one shots like movies. The differences that they have to books are most notably the fact that video games cannot be constant as books always are, no matter how you play a video game it comes out different whether it's which route you took to get to the goal or how you decided to fight enemies, it's not exactly the same events. This is however similar to books in that it can tell the same story without yielding the same experience to the user of said media. A video game, is a unique medium of entertainment that can also hold deeper messages than many would believe, this is because each time a game is played a question is asked, about the principals involved in the plot and about the game as a medium in and of itself. The gameplay or user experience in a video game is based off of such things as graphics, sound, story, and overall in game playing value as well as conventions within that game. This can be a good or a bad thing based on the way it's looked at. This means that the vision of the developers can be expressed but at the same time you are given much free roam and personal creative experience within a preset world with parameters beyond our own. This gives rise to the question of the god complex video games are often accused of inspiring. It's true that controlling the main character does give you some power but the show must go on. That is to say, you have to complete certain things to complete the game and the games are set up to run a certain way, so you aren't a god so much as you are an onlooker guiding the story to it's conclusion without knowing it for yourself in all earnest. Gameplay of video games also gives a different perspective on entertainment, some see it as uncultured others see it as a new art form. The interactive experience requires user input and allows you to put a certain amount of emotional investment not often found in a movie or television serial that simply shows the images and produces the sounds without any user involvement at all. This can be either a good or bad thing depending on the use of this trait but that is a topic entirely for another topic. The reception of video games is widely varied among the gamers and non gamers in the public. Many gamers have different views on gaming as a whole and on which games are the best. On the flip side are non gamers who often don't comprehend the "odd obsession" that is becoming increasingly mainstream in many parts of the industrialized world. These people often either see something that they have no experience with that has been in it's most notable public appearances been a source of controversy or what has been long characterized a child's play thing. This makes them not only averse to the playing of games but also everything to do with games. However with the many varieties of games out there blanket statements are as hard to make about games as they are to make about people, and happen to be about as accurate. Even some with experience in the gaming world see it as low and uncultured, because it doesn't tell a story or get a point across in a conventional manner, in fact much of gaming today is making your own conventions and breaking through long standing barriers in every aspect of games. As such games are a medium in a state of flux, the future cannot be told but they are most likely here to stay and in doing so are likely going to shape much of popular and even world culture. This really has no direct purpose and is just a rather rambly and not entirely correct jumping off point for a closer examination of the role, mechanics and general meaning behind video games.
I'd like to tell you that your story although intriguing lacks continuity. There are many details that are either changed or outright omitted from the plot. A minor example is how you constantly changed the portals color from pure soul crushing black to black with flecks or blobs of swirling color, pick one or explain the difference. A larger explanatory error would be that they are supposedly in a secret base owned by the federal government, I know many would believe that such bumbling incompetence is common I think it would be best to portray it otherwise. Specifically the way that the girls were so easily accepted into the fold without any real proof of identity or even favorable evidence. Also, they ignored the fact that people were popping out of nowhere, literally nowhere and simply giving it the big thumbs up. It's interesting but lacks a logical flow in places, work on it a bit and I'll give you a cookie.
This is probably the final chapter of Project Chainsawman, Lock & Key. If anyone has an opinion it'd be greatly accepted, I'm placing this on display for all to criticize as they wish, so go wild. Door 2: Chainsaw Man “Gotta get away. Gotta keep moving. Can’t stop, never stop.” His breath was quick and his step quicker, he bounded through the empty streets without thought of a destination or a solution. The black haired boy glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing, he slowed to a stop and leaned against a tree breathing heavily. After a few moments he spoke to himself. “No one. No one can help with this. I can’t stay here and rest. I have to keep going forwards.” “Nice philosophy, or is that your battle plan?” The soft voice of the scythe man echoed throughout the dark street. “What?!” In an instant the black haired boy was up and looking around. “Found ya. You suck at hiding, little prey. Maybe if you didn’t run in such a straight line I’d lose your trail for a bit, that’d be a few more minutes you’d get to live in fear.” The figure of the womanish man appeared from behind another ornamental tree with his last words. “Hah, gotta run.” He dashed off again without looking back or changing direction. “Running again? Not like you’re even that fast.” The scythe wielding man laughed to himself as he began to walk after his prey. “Hide. The school.” He whispered to himself as the building rose out of the darkness. “Where are you going now? Hm?” As his eyes spied their first meeting place, his lips twisted into a smile and eerie laughter issued from his mouth echoing and reechoing throughout the quiet neighborhood. “A place to hide.” The black haired boy quickly unlocked the school doors with the key. He burst through the doors without event and continued his frantic dash down the hallway. “The key let you open that door without moving you into Escher. This is definitely the key, without it I’ll just keep world hopping every time I need to unlock a door and I‘ll never be able to get into that place. Now I really want this key.” The effeminate man walked through the open doors several moments later and smiled. “Here. I’ll hide in here.” The gym closet was dark and crammed full of equipment, but most of all there was almost no way to find anyone once far enough inside even in the day. The black haired boy positioned himself behind several carts and stacks of equipment and waited with bated breath. Knock “Where are you little rabbit?” The effeminate scythe wielder slowly walked through the hall after the echoes of footsteps and dirt ridden footprints knocking open every door along the way. Knock “Come on out so I can skin you alive and where it in front of you.” He looked into another room casually. Knock “Then I can cook you into a nice roast.” His head popped into another room. Knock “Or if your still alive I can boil you into a stew.” He had followed the footprints until they became too faded to see and still he continued down the straight hall knocking at every door and taking deliberate steps. Knock “Then I can feed you to the peasants in Escher.” He grinned into a History room. Knock “But you’re a bit thin for food aren’t you?” He stopped at a mirror and brushed his hair out of his face. Knock “Well people eat anything if they’re hungry enough.” He looked lazily into the next room before he rounded a corner. Knock “You can’t hide forever.” He came to a short hall lined with lockers and kept up his periodic knocks against them. Clang “You really will die either way it goes, I don’t care about public spectacles.” He said with a laugh. “I killed a man in front of a thousand witnesses, this tiny school is nothing.” Clang “I know you’re still in this building and if I find you I’m going to make sure you regret crossing me before you die in a pool of your own blood.” The next hallway was even shorter and only had one door. Knock “What’s this? I’ve found a gymnasium. Could it be that you’re in here?” He entered the empty room and started walking around the edges of the gym knocking on the walls with the same constant tempo as he had the doors. Knock “No, you’re either too smart for that or too scared for that, little rabbit. I think you’re hiding in a closet somewhere, I can see the door is unlocked on this one right here, are you in there?” He smiled before knocking open the door and looking at the disorganized closet. Knock “Yes.” He readied himself to swing at the first cart. Clang “Hiding behind some sporting goods are you? You saw what I did to you’re front door right? This is nothing you little rat.” He readied himself once more to cut the next cart apart. “Dammit. I’m gonna die.” The black haired boy said to himself as his heart quickened and his eyes watered. Clang “I’m gonna kill you soon, think of happier times and how you could’ve just let me have my key.” “You want your key so damn bad?” He stood up straight, still concealed by several stacks of sporting equipment and carts. He spoke his voice shaking in fear. “So you finally speak up a bit. Yes I do but I also want to teach you a little something now.” The effeminate man snorted trying to hold in his laughter. “Well, that’s too bad.” Suddenly the black haired boy rushed forwards knocking over all of the equipment and carts straight onto his pursuer. In the chaotic moments that followed he ran straight past the scythe man and out into the school’s field. “Now I’m a bit mad, you little shit.” The womanish quality in the mans’ face was gone, he barely even looked human anymore, his eyes so menacing they almost glowed and his teeth seemed to grow with his anger. He soon gave chase catching up to his junior and readying a strike in a few swift moments. “Hide.” The scythe man was at his heels and there was no escape in sight. “Gotta find somewhere.” “You’re really starting to piss me off!” With that he took a huge lunging swing at the youth missing his head by only inches and driving the blade several feet into the ground. “Die! Die! Die!” He screamed as he tried to wrench his weapon from the ground. “Not now. Can’t die here!” He stumbled into a door after the insane man‘s assault. It was the maintenance shed, the lock held the doors tightly shut but the key aided him once again and the shed was open in a second. Within there were a variety of gardening tools and other implements. The first thing that caught the black haired boys’ eye however was a chainsaw sitting at his feet. He lifted it’s heavy weight and turned to face the scythe wielding lunatic. “I hope this works.” He said to himself slipping the key into the chainsaws’ ignition and turning it. The machine roared into life and the scythe man stopped for a second before letting loose a beastly howl of rage. “No way. You bastard! You ruined it! You ruined my key! I wasted all this time and you go and turn that key into a weapon type?!” He nearly had a fit with frenzied rage and with one pull ripped his blade out of the ground readying himself for battle. “Weapon type?” For the first time since he picked it up the black haired boy looked at the chainsaw and saw it’s changes. It was covered in markings like the scythe but of a different design and color, they were more linear and geometrical and when he moved his arm the weight had suddenly gotten smaller. The black haired boy let a smile glance over his face. “Weapon type.” “To hell with you!” The beast like man lunged forwards swinging wildly. “No.” The black haired boy gripped his weapon and swung at the great scythe. “Why don’t you just die?” He took the parry and changed his scythes rebound into another strike. “You really wanna know?” The black haired boy said blocking for the second time. “No! Stop talking, just stop breathing and die obediently!” Suddenly the black haired boy was lifted into the air by the force of the womanish man’s scythe. “You can’t fucking well beat me like that!” “Wha?” He tumbled over only barely avoiding cutting himself with his own weapon. “That’s it you’re done.” The womanish man regained some composure as he went to finish his prey. “How’s he doing this? He’s not that strong looking.” The black haired boy thought to himself as he rolled away from his attacker and assumed a fighting stance. “You’re face says that you don’t understand. Well, I’ll tell you this much Copper Scythe isn’t any ordinary weapon, if it was then there would be no point being a lock user.” By this time the scythe wielder had caught up and was swinging again. The black haired boy parried and countered only to be stopped dead. Once more he was forced back as was he every subsequent time he attempted to attack. “Damn, my strikes are no good against him.” “This is really improving my mood. Even if I’ve lost my key I can still waste you and hang your body up for all to see, crucifix style. Ha!” The scythe man began laughing hysterically as he rushed forward in another tornado of fierce swings. “Crazy bastard wants to kill me.” He said retreating back towards the school. Even his best efforts at attack failed so he tried to get to the doorway where the scythe wouldn’t be as useful for those heavy swings. “I may be crazy but you’re dead meat!” At the threshold of the doorway the effeminate man made a downward swing at his target wild killing intent in his eyes. “Just as planned.” The black haired boy said in his triumphant moment as he made to strike his opponent while the scythe was heading straight into a solid wall. Halfway through his strike the boy heard a crash above him and felt the long handle of the scythe beat down on his back. “What was that plan of yours?” The effeminate man asked his downed opponent. “Dammit.” He rolled backwards away from he scythes next strike which cut clear through the wooden floors. “You’ll never figure me out kid, this scythe is unbeatable.” In the wild melee that ensued the black haired boy was forced back even more and he received many wounds from the scythes edge. The final blow was a long swing that placed the blade of the scythe behind it’s target. “Behind me?!” He thought as he noticed the blade gleaming behind him in a patch of moonlight. “Heads up.” He said pulling back his scythe forcing his prey to drop to the ground to evade. “Close.” He sighed in temporary relief. “This one’ll be even closer fool.” The womanish man said as he made another swing at the black haired boys head. “Another long swing.” He thought as he leapt backwards to evade the blade. He instinctively took a swing at the exposed weapon as it passed his face. “What?!” The moment the blades connected the scythe began to drop as if the weight had suddenly increased exponentially. “It’s over!” The black haired boy said as he abandoned his saw and punched the effeminate man’s face as hard as he could. The man fell to the floor bleeding from his mouth and totally dazed. “Bitch got me.” He said before passing out as the boy looked down at him. As he went unconscious his scythe reverted into a key and lock, the key was ejected from the lock immediately and everything was still for a moment. “I’m safe. The sun’s rising. School time.” The black haired boy bent over and picked up the lock. “I guess you should have a way to go back home.” He said looking at his fallen enemy. “Ow, cuts hurt.” He said as he walked towards his discarded weapon. He picked it up and walked off the premises leaving a thin trail of blood. “Where have you been?” The black haired boy looked up at his father as the older man spoke to him at the threshold of their home. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you dad.” He said nonchalantly. “Are you alright?” The older man asked calmly glancing at his sons appearance. “Yeah just need to wash and bandage these.” The boy said motioning with his head to one of his cuts. “You need any help?” The man looked at his son with a caring expression but extended no hand to support the wobbling boy. “Nope, I’m fine.” He replied softly as he wobbled past his parent. “Do you need to take today to rest?” They turned to face each other and stared for a moment. Soon their eyes broke contact and the boy walked off to the bathroom sighing. “Yeah, I’m really tired.” His father never asked about the chainsaw he dragged behind him or the lock he held firmly in his grasp.
Not bad. Not to sound over critical but your vocals really are overpowered by the piano part, I can hear it clearly but it doesn't sound properly balanced. However, I am still here admitting you can sing, a feat so few can truly accomplish.
