The blood inside the ballons are candy, no? Aren't you a healthy blood-sucker?
Pennywise is great, huh? Didn't your parents ever say don't take candy from strangers?
We all float down here! When you're with us, you'll float, too! Take the ballon!
Do you want a ballon? When you have one, you'll float!
Cashtran took faster steps so he could advance on her. Fastah and fastah he walked. A flashback in the fires of memorah and sorrow orrcured to the oh so holah Faddah Trash. It was of a fight between dad and mommy. Daddah was drunk and told Cashy to watch and learn a lesson about this new-found phenomina thingy called woman. Daddy had tied her tight to a bed, and had his way with her. Ayuh. Like all curious boys, Cashtran had watched and learned how to make someone straighten up. All you needed is rope. Which he did not have, so it was a goody good thing he was not a shy guy sometimes. He perked right up and asked her, "Do you have any rope?"
"Oh Holah Faddah that is in 'dat sparkly place strokin' a mightah fire for us all calls me Faddah Trashcan Man, zhe one and only! Bless the Holy Fire! Bless it and you shall burn! We all gotta burn, some time." Cashtran's eyes shined at these last words, as if recalling a far off memory. Maybe tears would of come, but they had dried up in the flames.
Cashtran walked up to her. The flames of his thoughts were dancin' inside of his little head. Boy was his thoughts just a-churnin'! Nun of that mess, hear him now. Must look calm. Must look... sanely? Or was it saintly? Maybe both? He was a saint! He should look like one! From Cashtran's experiences, saints were never sain-ly. Nope, yes-sir-e-bob. Like a young schoolboy reading his first naught ditty off of the bathroom stalls, he talked quietly and ashamed at first but grew in volume and joy. Bless them dictionary thingamichbobs on the wall. They talked more pleasently of Cashtran's father and mother then he ever would... or could. "Hi. What-t-t-t's your name?" He had almost forgot his lines! Nah, just bein' nerv-us. Oh noes! Couldn't let that happen! He'd reel her in and... BAM! He'd have someone to be a-preachin' to before you could say whatever you so pleased. He was just that fast, folks.
Cashtran heard.. Could it be? In this here land of fuel had he found... compan-e? Maybe. Could 'o been dat mean 'ole pesky 'ole hee-haw they worshipped. Playin' some trickins on good Cashtran's mind. Cashtran had wanted to be a preachah when he grew up.Just so he could be called "Faddah" at last. Cashtran never did have luck in the wuvey-dovey part of life. "Faddah" Cashtran would of held saccrifical burns in the name of the Holy Firah, the only thing Hee-Haw Man the Great(ly Dumb) had given this gosh darn aweful place and it was his dutah to carry out this blessin'. Back'o to the present'o, though. Voices, hu-man voices, it seemed. Burnin' voices, it did so appear on this day blessed by the Holah Firah. Walking out of the woods, finishing his whistle, he walked with a fool's grin and a predator's eyes up to the the fountain where they gathered. Yes-indeedy. Suddenly, the fire in his brain began to spread throughout the rest of his body, making him feel like he had set himself on fire with all this great thinkin' he be doin'. Cashtran enjoyed the feeling. Loved it.
It might not even be considered decent, but I'm proud of the result since I usually turn out worse stuff. My result from trying to follow a tut on Youtube until I got lost.
That's like... half of KHV, almost.
Cashtran whistled an off-key version of "19th Nervous Breakdown" and began to wanderin' through where he was. So much... so much to set a-firah. All he needed was someone to follow, Laws, yes. Lawd? What had Lawd done for him? Nuttin'. Nothing had that pesky dude done for him, and Cashtran could care less how much his mommah thought about that old hee-haw. That was why Cashtran had set his house on fire. Pa hadn't been proud though, Laws no. Not one bit. He had been gosh-darn-tootin' mad at Cashtran, and even called him by his true name, Trashcan Man, which Cashtran thought he would only do when he was happy for Cashtran. No, no, no. No. He had sent Trashy back to that horrible dumpy-dump, that place where they let the flies run free on his poor 'ole mind. So what if he had set some of their stuff on fire? Trashman was FAMILY and famileh was burnable forevah and evah, hallelujah praise the pesky dude, amen until world's end by fire. Cashtran needed a new family nowah. "Bump-dee-dump. Fump-lee-kump!" This he sang out loudly, and proudly. He needed someone to follow, someone to watch the flames with, to spread the ashes and finally become the ashes with him. Cashtran needed someone to follow. Must have someone. As he walked on, seeking someone, his hopes grew along with the fire within his brain.
That idea! You just tripled production rates!
That was... amazing.
Played by:The Joker Age: 32 Name:Cashtran Nam Bio: Cashtran was always a little sick in the head. His father once took him aside at his job and asked if he was gay, and all of a sudden Cashtran was a litle odd around other people, too. He remembers fights, with his mother shouting he was normal. Eventually his father won and he was sent to a mental asylum where shock therapy was the only therapy. This fried whatever was left of his mind and made him worse. One day when his father’s and mother’s pension check came in the mail, he burned them. You see, by this time he was a pyromaniac as well. Children would chant his name as Trashcan Man since his father had forbid him from the house and when he sleeps he chants along with them. Cashtran is waiting for the big fire, the one that will devour all and set all right. He was eventually caught trying to set fire to a church and sent back to the asylum where after a short trip down painful memory lane, he fell asleep. Appearance: Other: Is always carrying something to set somthing else on fire with. It is his hobby, and what he sees as his contrbution to the failing world.
Found this and thought I'd share it here. "Want to smell like Cloud? We've already used up Final Fantasy VII's profit in books, games, and DVDs so now we'll move onto bodily accessorys!" All YOURS FOR 75$ YES, 75$. http://www.qj.net/Now-we-know-what-Cloud-smells-like/pg/49/aid/134830
I might make one sometime. It might ruin some of the quality to have to crop it, though.
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy he's spawning. He's coming, corrupting, among the living! Murder! Murder! Commit cold blooded murder! Like Nazis during World War Two, they only follow orders. Hatred! Hatred! A crucifix is your bed, Once he turns his eye on you, you'll be better off dead!
The universe is void Just you and I Let there be light The stars will rise Then fall again Climbing to the top An empty room Is all there is Oh, I fear it is Prophecies were made of you and I The vision's strong But meanwhile keep on falling Oh, what a miracle is life An even bigger one is size It's just the way it is I fear it is It's just the way it is
You can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far
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