Just remembered I had this account.
Dennis Lee Hopper died. Sucks.
Don't know if anyone cares, but Paul Gray passed away. For those who don't know, he was Slipknot's bassist.
http://www.lennonmurdertruth.com/index.asp But it's a little old. So I'll just post it here and get ready for a bashing or to go dashing.
Seven Days of the Spiral Alternate title: Seven Days of the Crooked Spiral “They are the Legion of the Damned… God help them.” “It begins where it ends and it ends where it begins.” Kind of connected to Crooked Walls and maybe other stuff I‘m doing… Click on the link to read Crooked Walls. You‘ll still get the story even if you don‘t, but it may be more fascinating to know a few connections: http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=91947 Day I: Arrival - I arrived, and yet this town felt bad. Worse then bad, horrible. I wouldn’t of wanted to be here if I didn’t have to be. I don’t know what we go by in your part of the forever loved earth, but for now I’ll call ourselves/myself Squad X. I’m but a member, and yet I feel that this mission was both a test and… more. Like this town. Nobody else could be called out, so they sent me. We deal with stuff, I’ve said more then I should have but I feel these will never be found. They clone us, funny huh? We’re just soldiers, following orders. That’s all the Nazis did in a way, yet they did them willingly. I wander if I have a choice. Did I ever have one? Looking back now, I should of seen the signs. The way the people looked in the shadows of the buildings as a left my escort and took residence. I didn’t think I’d leave this town then, and I don’t think Ill leave it now. My soul is crooked. -Entry ends with laughter that sounds like its both one and many. Legion. Day 2: Why are We in Hell? - “Why do we suffer?” I don’t know why, but these words were spoken into my mind as I awoke. I shuddered, but thought it was just nerves. The town is dead. Needs to lay babies. I read once, I think it was about Wasps. They lay their babies inside there prey right? When the babies hatch, they eat and eat and oh God, faddah that is in Heaven, they eat. The prey isn’t always dead by then, ether. Maybe it was spiders, I don’t know. Whatever it was, it reminds me of this town. The walls sound like maggots, and they are all crooked every morning I awake from now. Crooked. A hotel burned down, and during reconstruction they made planned to… expand. This wasn’t the first time it was expanding. The hotel was on the town border, and the border itself was expanding. Death was expanding, and I think I’m part of Death now. Maybe I wasn’t then, but now I’m… crooked. Water was found under some room where the fire was supposedly started. I hope whoever started that fire is safe. Water runs in the shape of what it runs in, right? This water, it ran in our souls. Our souls our spirals, always and forever spiraling down and down and crooked and betwixt and between. Running through the cracks of the Crooked Spiral, lies insanity. The Spiral is insanity. The spiral is us. We are Legion, for we are many. Maybe if I try I can think separate long enough to do this… it’s so hard, though. Day 3: Suspicions - Nothing much happened that day, just taking measurements. As soon as I saw how high they were, I should of ran. I didn’t though. The maggots sing there chorus in my ears and the rats run free, but oh sweet jays-us among-us, I think the rats are maggots. They feel this place is bad, like we do, but also like us, they ignore there instinct. The maggots get them, and they chase us down. Like dogs, except dogs have souls, right? Dogs have rabies, too, and I think we have rabies. If we do, they turned it crooked. We did. Heard sounds outside my door. Heard water running, spiraling with a crooked smile as the Jester laughs. What Jester? The Jester? Where do these thoughts come from? I’m breaking, and the pieces fall. We all end up in the same place, though. In the spiral. Because here we’re all (in)Sane. Day 4: Something… Just not Human. - We’re something... just not human. Was I ever one? The old saying “Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?” thing comes to me, and I am crookedly proud to say before our laughing father, be he Legion or French Foreign, that I am washed in the blood of the clown. The source of all this blood. The stars are the blood of the Gods, yet nothing except his blood shines here. Is it really blood, though? We’re all bleeding insane. Day 5: Calm Before the Storm Feels calm today, the town preacher held a parade in honor of the expansion of the hotel. Religious nut jobs. I may need some saving now, though. Heard water again in dreams. Blood. Insanity. Legion. Crooked. End entry. Day 6: Found Out I was found out yesterday. I just found out, and I didn’t get to appraise the information too long, ether. I saw them. Naked. Saw the Devil through Legion, looked him in the eye, and I blinked. I blinked, they charged. He charged. I charged. They were besides the water source, I believe it has grown… into a lake. A mouth. Grinning. My eyes are now crooked like my soul, so I can’t recall. Ha! Ha! Ha! Must remain (in)sane. Poison drenched my body now. They were besides the… crooked mouth… they were being washed like I was in my dreams. It rinsed my brain, it rinsed there bodies. I don’t know why. They saw me, and they weren’t human. Nope. They glowed, they laughed. They said one word, evoked God’s name. His name is Jester. I ran, because then I still felt sane. Day 7: End - Sitting now, hid for a day-aya-day. Whoo! Ranting and raving like a dead dog taking a smog in his momma’s bog. Ha! I hear them, marching the merry wedding march, or is it the funeral march? What’s the difference? They both symbolize the death of a soul! I stifle my laughter, but I know you, voice recording diary, oh you, will hear it. Maybe they won’t. Who am I kidding? I am them! Whoo-hoo! Covered myself in poison. When they drown me, like I know they do, I want to poison that mouth. Want it to die. Want it to-mouth becoming numb, at least my face isn’t dumb. Oh, yes it is! Tingly wingly like mamma’s pingly and dadda’s dingly! I hear the door open, and hide this and pray to Jester. Amen, hallelujah. - Excerpt from the next day’s newspaper. Special run: Strange visitor, no record of entering this town, was found dead in the reconstructing site of our beloved town’s hotel. Poison, judged to be suicide. Found by the preacher who was helping out to set a good example for the young ones. (See reward given to him on page 3) For a body just found, it was strangely infested with maggots. Story continued on page two.”
The Sun gleams upon the neatly kept stone white houses as he walks down the street. People do not wave, yet he does. Time has passed since his last time with his love, and it is time to make things right. Everybody here has come to make things right, but he has come to make things right in a different way. Nobody smiles, yet the shadows both in his life now and the memories of once was do. Mockingly. It is the end of the passion play, time to take off the mask and take a seat in the dead aisles. Roses are planted in front of the houses. Beautiful roses. Oh, how beautiful! Nothing could touch her beauty, though. That is why he must make things right. No doubts, no hesitations now. His pa had once held this gold gift in his hands, and the gift called to be given. Soon, the world would feel the joy it gave and all would celebrate with him. It was the final gift, and the most bitter sweet he would ever give. For some reason the man felt like he was in a dream. Strings not pulled by a puppeteer, but by a jester. The houses were wide on this street, and he noted it. This was the final street, both on his journey and in life. All wound up here, and, like the old sayings go, here you needed no last name. They carved it on your house, but age pelted it away and this was the court of age. Fate was indeed mocking him. Instead of rain to symbolize a new beginning and to wash away his sin with his one and only love, the Sun shined brightly in clear defiance to what little emotion he still had. She would refill his depleted emotional tanks, though. She always had. Approaching the place she inhabited, he crouched on his knees as he somehow felt her stir as if to greet him for one last time. For one final embrace. Taking out his gift, he uses it on himself as he had used it on her. When they were young, and like the roses, still blooming in life’s seemingly warm embrace. How cold the under chills of age are, though. How cold. The audience roared its approval as the sound of his giving were echoed throughout the street. A smile crossed his face, a rare sight in this place. Blood as red as the fresh roses he had laid at her house was splattered across her virgin white house, and he fell to meet the door. The gift glinted its golden love to the sky, as if to laugh with the audience. He embraced her and she embraced him. Death embraced them both. Forever. The street was a cemetery, the gift death. A golden gun glittered as the Sun prepared to rain out its final tears, and the smoke from the gun’s mouth formed a face. A laughing face. Only for a moment, though. A great amount of smoke came out of the gift, and it was gone before the audience could claim it-or investigate. It had business, and it was always booming.
I make the horrible graphics, you make the comments saying they are horrible. I did these in my spare time, so I didn't expect anything that great. If you want to use, I don't see why you would in the first place since there are better people to rip from but if you do, ask first. -Off of an earlier signature. -Messed it up.
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.
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I have the whole story thought out, so it should be fairly easy to finish. I just wished to post what I had already had, the intro. - Why? The question is always why. Never how. Never. Why do human beings suffer? We know how they suffer. We can cure it for a time being, but never get rid of it. We could treat it like cancer and drown the source, humans, in radiation, but then there would be no real answer. It would be a solution. Why do they suffer? Is it for some great sin committed in some previous life that forever forces them onward, with only a misplaced sense of dedication to finding this answer? Come with me, my friends. I have a tale to tell. Would you listen? Let your mind be the ship, and my voice the waves. As we drown in the discord, mayhap we shall find an answer to why people suffer. Chapter 0: And so the Angles and Devils did Bet/Intro into the Cosmic Play One day, two beings were sitting together with a court between their two chairs. One chair seemed to be forged from the raw materials used to make love, life, and pleasant dreams that comfort children at night. The other seemed to be made from dead stars and wasted hearts and dreams. If one with a mind to do so had painted them, they would have probably shrugged it off the next day and tried to sell it to the person trying to start a cult. There were no painters around, though. The figures went with each other, a compliment to the question that is asked by both the infant and the dying man alike: why do we suffer? They know how from the first twang how, but why? The Angles and Devils agreed only a man could answer this question. A man, a being born from both light and dark. One who could feel both sides of the pain. One being, Chaos, the being who ruled over all that was not absolute, was appointed to “help” this man. This man had been dedicated to his cause long before his bet, and even Order, the being who ruled over all absolutes wanted an answer. For, pain was not absolute. Pain was tied in with chaos, lacking a reason, but didn’t truly belong to Chaos since it had some rhyme-like quality to it. There had been much arguing over the picking of Chaos. You see, Chaos had once been part of Order. Once, all the Angles and Devils had, too. Order had ruled over our home, making it peaceful. One day though, an argument occurred within. Perhaps it was trying to answer the very question it was now. Ether way, Order was split in two by this. Chaos was born from a large majority of this and what did not form into Chaos formed into the Devils. What had torn off of Order and not went with ether formed into the Angles. Our home felt some of the affects of this, too. People were born from an unknown piece, therefore they are considered neutral and the only ones that can truly guide Order and Chaos as a whole. The man they had chosen was a troubled man, who not only investigated the origins of pain but felt some of them, too. He was an alchemist practicing the ways of old, for to find the answer to an old question it may be best to use old methods. He had a lover, and the man’s name was Jonasiah. The last half of his name came from “messiah” and that is what he would be to them. In their cosmic court of tragedy and comedy, they would watch his journey. If he failed, what would they do? A drawing had been held, and while some rightfully believed it had been a cheat, Chaos had indeed won, as stated earlier. Most cosmic beings did not bother with mortals, but most of those that hadn’t had volunteered for this. Chaos had added some rules to this “little” game, too. If he could make the man quit his quest or even align the man and make Jonasiah one with him, Chaos would rule and Order would step down. The fusing of a mere mortal with Chaos would surely kill and fry his mind, but also as a strangely convenient rule the man would not know of this. Wanting some fairness, it was requested that Chaos only reveal himself if necessary. From then on, he could appear as he wished. Somehow, though, they knew Chaos would find a way to bend the rules in his favor. He had been doing it for years. Ever hear of Atlantis? Yeah. In the court in the Angles began to cry tears that drowned the hidden planets spinning in the mist below and the Devils laughed so that it made planets in the mist below them simply fall to be swallowed into a fire. In the center of the court, was Earth. This planet currently felt little if none of the damages caused by these happenings, but it soon would.
KHV, any songs you have up for suggetions? I'm looking to hear something new, or perhaps something I haven't heard in some time. It doesn't matter the genre and whatnot. Just something entertaining.
///SPOILERS PERHAPS FOR THOSE THAT HAVEN’T READ THE SERIES/// - THE DARK TOWER - “The World has moved on.” Light and love used to run free in this world. Used to be unbounded then, the world just moved on. It did not just move on, it emptied. The Axel from which all worlds spin, somehow, the Tower is falling. Stone by stone. Beam by beam. When it falls, we all fall. Why is it collapsing? Who or what would want to do this? Take a journy spanning time and space in the pursuit of an answer. This quest has repeated itself over time though. Costs must be made to get what you want, and the thing Roland wanted most was the Tower. Due to the nature of it though, the quest has always started how it began. Having learned a lesson in human kindness the last time though and now posessing the Horn of Eld, will he finally be able to break his endless journey? *Note: Roland is not aware he keeps repeating his journey. We are starting off at the start of the first book and yet at the end of the last, if that makes it simpler. Look it up on Wikipedia, if it means so much. LOCATIONS Spoiler All-World is the world known to contain the "Keystone Tower" in the Dark Tower series. It is the only world that contains the Dark Tower in its physical form; all others contain a representative of the Tower, such as a rose. From All-World, it is possible to actually enter the Dark Tower.[2] All-World is divided into three regions. In-World In-World is the heart of All-World, where Gilead once lay before its fall. [edit] Barony of New Canaan The innermost barony, and home of Roland Deschain and the gunslingers. Center of the light and of civilization. Its capital city was Gilead, which was also the capital of the Affiliation of Baronies, the feudal government that ruled much of In- and Mid-Worlds. New Caanan, with Gilead, was destroyed in a beam-quake like the one described in Song of Susannah. Eld Eld was the country ruled by Arthur Eld twenty-nine generations before the time of Roland. The current territory of Eld consists of the northwestern portion of the Affiliation. Barony of Cressia The Barony of Cressia was the first to fall to John Farson and his rebels. The gunslingers of New Canaan fought him there, but failed to contain him. Kingdom of Delain A country of In-World featured in King's novel The Eyes of the Dragon and mentioned briefly in the Dark Tower novels. This country was ruled by puppets of the evil wizard Flagg for many years. Mid-World Mid-World is where the first book in the series begins. This is where most of the story takes place. Barony of Mejis The Barony of Mejis is a barony of Mid-World and the primary setting for Roland Deschain's account of part of his past in the novel The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass. Mejis is located roughly 1000 "wheels" east of Gilead on the coast of the Clean Sea. The county seat of Mejis is the town of Hambry. The economy of Mejis is based primarily on horse ranching and fishing. Mejis is inhabited by a large populace of "vaqueros" who speak a dialect called "crunk", which is the equivalent of Spanish. In Wizard and Glass, Eddie Dean compares it to Cuba, while in Song of Susannah the fictional version of Stephen King suggests it is a stand-in for Mexico. Jericho Hill Jericho Hill is approximately 500 miles north of Mejis, on the edge of what was known in Mejis as the Clean Sea. This is the site of the final battle between the gunslingers and John Farson's faction. It's also the site where Cuthbert Allgood died while blowing the Horn of Eld. Kingdom of Garlan A remote area of Mid-World known for its poisoners. Originally featured in The Eyes of the Dragon it is mentioned in several Dark Tower books. Calla Bryn Sturgis A town located in an area of Mid-World called the Borderlands. It is neighbor to several other towns whose names begin with the word "Calla". Calla Bryn Sturgis is the primary setting for the novel Wolves of the Calla, in which a regiment of green-cloaked "wolves" visit the city once every generation and steal children. River Crossing A small town that was once a prosperous trading post, several wheels from Lud. Here Roland and his ka-tet met Aunt Talitha, who gave him an iron cross he later placed by the foot of the Dark Tower. Lud is a greater city in the Dark Tower series and mentioned in Rose Madder. It was formerly the center of the Kingdom of Mid-World, an advanced society, and before that was a prominent city in the Imperium of the Great Old Ones. In The Waste Lands, the book's protagonists travel from Lud to an alternate reality version of Topeka, Kansas via a supersonic monorail. Lud resembles New York City in many ways, most notably by having a version of the George Washington Bridge. This "GWB" spans a massive river canyon that protected the city from marauders. The book explains that the bridge and the rest of the city have been in disrepair for at least five hundred years.[4] In the final novel of the series, Roland sees New York from Hammarskjöld Plaza 2 and realizes that New York and Lud is indeed the same city but in the two different universa. Blaine's route The route a psychotic monorail named Blaine the Mono takes between the city of Lud and an alternate version of Topeka, Kansas. In the book The Waste Lands, Roland and his companions board Blaine to escape Lud, eventually vying for their lives in a life-or-death riddling contest with Blaine. Blaine's route takes the travelers through Candleton, Rilea, The Falls of the Hounds, and Dasherville on its way to Topeka. The Falls of the Hounds A massive waterfall along Blaine's route where Blaine stops to recharge. The waterfall itself is many times larger than Niagara Falls and takes its name from two huge rock formations protruding from its center, each resembling a hounds head. The monorail pauses some distance from these formations, which then proceed to deliver a large amount of energy to the train in what appears to be a huge electrical discharge. End-World End-World is the outer borders of All-World, and it is here where Can'-Ka No Rey and The Dark Tower is. Can'-Ka No Rey Can'-Ka No Rey is the name of the massive field of roses surrounding The Dark Tower, where each rose is a representation of one of the roses that act as a tower surrogate in another world. The Dark Tower The Axle on which all worlds spin. In many ways it is more a concept than a physical building. As Roland enters and finds objects related to his own life one can assume that its structure (internally at least) is subjective to those who enter it. It is also notable that as it exists in End-World, that it is quite literally on the outer edge of reality (i.e., if one were to stand with their back to the tower and walk away from it in a straight line they would eventually run into it again at the other end of the world as well); and existing at all points in that outer edge as well, meaning there is no singular path to the tower, that in fact, if followed far enough, ALL roads lead to it eventually. Also the physical embodiment of Gan, or God. Various Versions of Earth As the Dark Tower contains all of existence, within various realms and times, there are varying different versions of Earth contained within. Keystone Earth, later in the series referred to as "Keystone Rose"; this Earth is very similar to the "real world" of the readers and functions as a sort of cornerstone to the multiverse of the Dark Tower. It also holds the distinction of being the only universe where time "only runs forward", thus preventing the chronological shifts characters could take advantage of in other universes. New York City of Keystone Earth, is the home of the Rose which represents the Dark Tower within Keystone Earth. By the year 1999, Hammarskjöld Plaza, a large skyscraper, is built over the Rose by the Tet Corporation to protect the Rose from the destructive purposes of the Crimson King. Maine of Keystone Earth is the only version of Maine that the heroes of The Dark Tower series travel to in the years 1977 and 1999. Keystone Maine is where members of Roland's Ka-tet meet a fictionalized version of Stephen King. New York City, set in a version of Earth that is not Keystone Earth, is the setting for many early events of The Dark Tower novels. The main characters of Jake Chambers, Susannah Dean, and Eddie Dean all come from various time periods in near-identical variations of New York but none appear to come from Keystone New York. Unlike Keystone New York City where time only moves forward Roland and his ka-tet are able to travel back and forth through time within this version of New York. While Keystone New York is home to the rose that is said to be our world's representation of The Dark Tower itself, Jake Chamber's New York appeared to contain a version of the Rose, even though it becomes clear later in the series that he did not come from Keystone Earth. It is either possible that Jake found the Rose in his version of New York City while going "todash" into Keystone Earth or that the Rose in his earth is also his world's representation of The Dark Tower. Topeka, Kansas is where members of Roland's ka-tet arrive at the beginning of the fourth book after leaving the city of Lud in All-World. This version of Topeka is located on an Earth separate from both Keystone Earth and Eddie, Susannah and Jake's Earth. It is the Earth depicted in Stephen King's novel The Stand. The ka-tet arrive by passing through a thinny where the Stand Earth and parts of All-World are breaking down into each other. Portals, magical places, and End-World places The following locations occur outside of the normal realms inhabited by humans in The Dark Tower series. Characters can only reach some of them using magic or man-made teleportation doors. Castle Discordia is first mentioned in the book Wolves of the Calla as a mystical location where Susannah Dean and her possessor Mia interact. In Song of Susannah and The Dark Tower, we learn that the castle is a physical place that stands on the edge of a realm named Thunderclap. The castle contains 595 doors leading to other locations and worlds, one of which Susannah and her companions use a number of times. The badlands are the lifeless and desolate stretch between Castle Discordia and Le Casse Roi Russe. Le Casse Roi Russe is the true name of the castle of The Crimson King. Devar-Toi is a minimum-security prison located in Thunderclap, an area of End-World. A campus-like complex, Devar-Toi is also known as Algul Siento or "Blue Heaven." The complex houses numerous Breakers, psychics of various types employed by The Crimson King in using their powers to attack and destroy the Beams that tie all of existence together. Fedic is the town which surrounds Castle Discordia. This is where the children stolen from Calla Bryn Sturgis are taken, and where Susannah/Mia is taken to give birth to Mordred Deschain. It is a stop on the railway line that Patricia, Blaine's counterpart, used to travel. Keystone Earth is one of only two "unique" worlds in the Dark Tower series (the other being All-World). Like All-World, the only worlds where changes made are permanent and can't be unmade (time flows in only one direction on both). This world is home to the rose, which they say is not merely the representative of the tower here, but is elsewhere referred to as the guardian of the Bear-Turtle Beam. At the end of the series it was being protected by the Tet Corporation, which Roland's ka-tet created in 1977, using Odetta Holmes's fortune as heiress to the Holmes Dental Corporation. Thunderclap is a desolate, sparsely-populated realm first described in The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass as being part of End-World and the Borderlands. In Wolves of the Calla, we learn that the marauding wolves come from somewhere in Thunderclap, later named in the book The Dark Tower as the Devar-Toi More will be added later on, just details about the series and such. RULES: 1: Respect all. 2: I will hold three important characters. The three are, the Crimson King, Roland, and the Man in Black. Mainly to get the plot going. If I gave it to just anybody and that any person just decided they wanted to take a break, I might have to use the character and mess up whatever they planned. This might, and there is a great chance of this, change. When it does, I'll say. Don't ask me if I have, I will tell you. 3: No Godmodding/Powerplaying 4: Try to keep up with the minimum amount of words a post. I won't ask you to, but it might help keep the roleplay active. 5: I respect your questions and I will answer them. If you don't respect my answer or decision, I'll try to think it over. After all, if my mind is set, it is my roleplay. 6: Add to your post, "Mother-may-I?" if you have read the rules. I won't inforce this, it just helps me know who does and doesn't bother to read these. 7: Just don't do anything you wouldn't do in any decent roleplay. OC SHEET: Username: Character name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Powers: Weapons: Other:
"At fifteen all John Lennon needed was love." -Tagline I've heard mixed reviews on this, as all things get. Mostly it was people hoping they did not mess up the story too much. I figured I'd post it here, and get some more views on it. Is anyone adding it to their watch list?
Figured I'd get around to this at some point in my existence. There are some types of stories that every horror writer should have the chance to write, I read. This was one of them. Whatever you do once you have clicked on this page, read this story, and given your thoughts on it, I hope you at least gain a feeling mirroring what could be joy. If you did truly enjoy this, would you mind being a good critic and telling what you didn't? The concept itself might not be that original, of that I must admit. Dear reader, perhaps it might seem originalto you though. My spelling, language, and formatting might not be top marks but couldn't it be deemed readable if you tried? Alas, without further await, let our tale being. With lack of a better title, this shall be known as the tale of the Terror Hotel. The hotel itself is not named thus, but it is the title of this story. Horror is hard to capture at times, is it not? How do we tell the difference between heart wrenching stories and ones that leave you in suspense, make you two minutes late for work, and earn you a notification of your deployment? If this short story provides you with an inkling of terror, for perhaps maybe at least a second or two after you read it, that would mean that I have written something that could be shifted into This story takes place on Halloween night, if not just so I can enter it. The date this event happens, in fact, could be applied to any old day of the year. Can't let a silly old introduction have more text then the story itself though, can we? So off we go, on a darkly lit road.The road less traveled you might say, and this road is less traveled for a great, if not stupendous reason. - The sole chapter since this is a short, if not minimal story. The story, never mind about what I said earlier, will be called Crooked Walls. Let's go, then. - Night had fallen, and old memories were rising. It had been 10 years, it was the anniversary of the night he had been remade. Sitting besides the man which we shall soon get to know, was pills. He had to take nine of them, some numbers just love to follow you through life. Some were for physical pain, other for mental. He did not know which was worse. Maybe if his mind just fell apart, he wouldn't have to do this. He wanted to, though. More then he wanted to breath, and he needed it more. Forget the pills, though. In front of him was his old recorder. With the old tape. Turning it on, it worked like a charm. Yes, the hinges that held his mind together might weaken and eventually fade altogether, but this tape would not. He could have burned it long ago, but burning it would be like burning off a part of yourself or telling a yourself not to exist. The man must listen to this every day, it was his service. Yes, it still worked. He could hear the truck brakes and the steady torrent of curses. "Damn." It was a sole and crude word, but expressed how the man felt. He had been running away, from his life. Now his life was wrecked, like his truck. His name was Josh Lawson, and he had been on his way to the end with his wreck of a life. A sweet end, maybe take some other wrecks with him. He carried a recorder with him always with plentiful tape and always on, he unknowingly grabbed it as he went out of the remnants of his truck. He loved to here his own voice on the road, he was his own companion. He wasn't drunk, no he only felt like this when he was the coldest of sobers. The wierd part was, he had just enough time to roll it over from the highway and into the parking lot of this... whatever here was. Looking at a sign on the top of the building which hoovered over this lot, he saw the sign read "Morty's Hotel - The Happiest Place on Earth." Walking inside, he stopped and saw a cat by the bushes besides the door. Something wasn't right, it didn't go with the faulty cheering of the green. Black? A cat? Looking behind the bushes, not caring if anyone saw him, he saw that it had a "9 9 9 " carved into it. Oh. He was looking at it upside down. Suddenly feeling a little queasy, Josh hesitated before stepping inside. The inside was not very bright, and the portrait's eyes that hung above the sole person who appeared to be inside besides him seemed to shine brighter. "I'd like a room," Josh asked quitely, advancing upon the man with what could be caution if examined. "We are all out of rooms. Sorry," was the other man's reply. Josh looked up, and saw one key hanging on the wall. Room 999. Big hotel, bigger then it appeared from the outside, that was sure. The point was, the man had just lied to him. He had done it with that smug smile, too. Josh was not in the mood to be shoved around, not now. He had been pushed around enough, but he'd give the other man a chance to redeem himself, Josh was just a nice guy like that. The other man's name tag read Philipes, he saw. "What about that key?" he pointed innocently at the key on the wall. "No." "Why not?" "Sir, I will give you a free room for a week if you promise me never to even mention that again. Never." Josh immediately was curious. Who wouldn't be? "Why not?" Josh repeated this again, except with a differenttone. "Some hotels just have bad rooms, my good man. Hotels are like a body, and places where bad things pile up eventually turn bad themselves, yes?" "I want the damn room. Do I have to get your boss?" Was it just his imagination, or did-was it even possible-did the building itself shake at these words? The lights grew darker, also and the man in front of him, his eyes began to burn like the painting's above him did. "Just my imagination," he thought silently. He was stressed, and he wouldn't let some manager with a smug green and his fancy pens get the better of him. With a sigh, the other man said, "Very well. I tried, though." The last part the man seemed to say to himself though, and this worried Josh more then the cat outside had. Philipes made a motion for him to follow him to what appeared to be the elevator of this place, and Josh did. Once they were inside, the manager looked at Josh for the first time as a normal human being. They were headed to floor 14, nah. Half the hotels in the world didn't include the 13th floor, so this most be the 13th, not the 14th. Just cowardly mumbo jumbo. Like all of this. In the sanctity of the elevator, he realized that the glowing had been a trick of the light. The shaking, his own stomach for not eating in so long. The car,, well... kid's these days, huh? Some part that still valued his sanity, some primal part of his brain reawakened in this atmosphere, somehow still screamed "Don't go!" Philipes spoke, in quiet tones. "Quick. This is the only place it cannot hear us. I must warn you, for even I, could not sleep if I did not. I do not care if you do not believe me, and I do not care if you listen or not. All I care is that this be said and said it must. This hotel is a bad place. All hotels are, like I said earlier. That room, though, that is the concentration point. No religion will save you, for no religion knows it. It wears many guises and takes pride in it's art. More so in the pain, the suffering. Each patron of it's show has never truly left. If you knew it's true shape as I do, perhaps you would be more afraid, would take me up on my offer. I have not been a religious man in all my life, but to whatever deity is listening out their tonight, I will pray for you. Leave. Leave before midnight if you leave at all." Josh did not respond, and did not meet the other man's eye when he handed him the key. "I will go no further. Please, if there is anything I could do for you..." Josh shooed him off with the wave of the hand, the key wrapped around it somehow shining brighter then the lights did. Josh heard a ding as the elevator went back down, and he was alone. Later he would wish that last statement was true. For he was not alone, and the shadows this place etched within him would always be there. Always. The speakers were playing something and he hadn't even known they had been playing. "You can check in any time you like; but you can never leave." Ha ha. Very funny. The words were cut off, not even finishing the song. What's next? More animal cruelty? Time to go find his lucky door. Looking around, he finally foufound it and that was when he saw the first funny thing. It was at the end of the hall, not on the left or right side but at the middle. No other doors lined the hall, strange. "What? No 1000th room? I'm last again." He stuck the key in the door, and the hotel seemed to shake once more, this time he was sure it was shaking. "I'm always last," he said. If the building wanted to shake itself to the ground, so be it. The hallway had not been slanting down, but at this entrance it suddenly did. Not a drastic leap down, but a noticeable one. Inside the room was the standard. Bathtub, balcony, T.V., radio, and a clock hung on the wall above the balcony. The works for a cheap bum. A nice place for even him to die in, which he might very well follow through with. One last night though, he wanted to die in the morning. Looking around, his mouth gaped. The walls should have been perfectly even, but instead each were crooked. Starting at the doors, they went crooked. No, starting at the end of the room. No, no, no. It started with him. It went crooked with him. Where had that idea come from? "Your brain, idiot. Don't get paranoid over some stupid things." Were they really stupid, though? How many other filthy, dirty bags of flesh had stayed in this majestic room? There they came again. He might think of himself as a bum, but not a filthy bag of flesh. This part was quite disturbing on the tape, for the tone. The tone, it bounced and was crooked as the walls were. It was constantly changing, and there was something in the undertone. Something like a constant buzzing, a horrible buzzing. It seemed to affect those that later listened, as it surely did Josh. Back to the voice, though. The voice was the voice of a man suddenly lost, one who was concentrating on something that just wasn't there. Yet he believed it was, and perhaps that was the scariest part, not the buzzing. The buzzing could just be, well anything. That voice, though... It did not belong. Not of this world, only in a condemned place such as this could it even be thought to exist. Something was wrong with this room, maybe he should go request another room... He tried the doorknob, and realized it wouldn't work. This really worried him, but let rationality prevail. He had a phone, and this place still had to surely pay it's bills.Yes, they might have horrible knobs but the phone had to be good. It had to be, right? He silently dialed a number, anyone would be good. "Hello. You have reached Morty's Hotel. Please leave a message at the beep," it was the voice of a nice, friendly female operator. Female? Couldn't he at least learn how to voice act while making all those reservations? "Yeah. Get me out of here, Philipes. This isn't funny." The Hotel didn't just shake, it growled. He could hear doors down the hall baging.There hadn't been any doors, had there? When the voice came back on, it was not human. It wasn't even machine. It was dry and raspy, and sounded like you could hear maggots silently eating it's insides out if you listened hard enough. No, the maggots had long ago ate whatever had served as this hotel's heart. Now they were it's heart, and they "One, two. We're ****ing with you. Three, four. You'll be our entertainment whore. Five, six. You better get a fix. Seven, eight. Where's your hate? Nine, ten. We'll throw your soul in the den." It was sung with a childish-ryhme like quality, and somehow it sent chills down his spine. He let the phone drop, and it began to repeat the phrase, Unknowingly he had begun to sing and hum along with it. At later reviews of his recorder, this part was mostly just speeded past. Something about it, they sad. The humming was like the buzzing earlier, and it was not in simple terms very pleasent. When asked what he said he was singing along to, further review noted that there was no other voice and no phone call was noted on the records of the hotel. He touched his bed, and strange ideas began to pop into his head. "It's a prop, plastic This whole room is a prop. That's it. I'm the only actor left for it, how sad." When he felt the bed more, it did seem quit like plastic. Sleeping in it would feel like sleeping in a strait jacket, of this he was quite sure. Where were these ideas coming from? The room. 999. "Get. Out. Of. My. Head!" Stranger, later when he claimed he heard nothing to accompany this a laugh can be heard if the recorder is played. It is louder then the exclamation Josh makes, and Josh's voice has begun to sound like that of the one on the phone he claimed earlier. No longer human or machine, but something which is being eaten alive. The hotel was a wasp, and it had laid it's precious babies inside of him. Those babies were madness, and they were lining up to feed off of him. It wasn't so bad, he'd finally get to be a good daddy. This place would keep him in line, and together they could father their little babes. He would make his sacrifices, and feed them. He would feed Mommy, too. Mommy was always hungry. The hotel room was spinning. Hadn't the clock said 7.00 PM when he walked in? It now said nine. Time passes differently in the spiral... This is a thought of the recorder's tape that is thought to be corrupt, possibly damaged. Various phrases by Josh's current voice are said, and there is a scraping sound coming from the shower. Suddenly, he realized how dirty he was. A voice seemed to say something about dirt being bad, could that be his? He would not go to the shower. To bathe in it's juices would be to form a bond, and a bond with a place that screamed and crawled so would be no good. Worse then dirt. To even sleep here would haunt him. He could not leave, and he was stuck until the end. Suddenly, We're Only Just Beginning began to play from the radio, and for the first time he knowingly screamed aloud. When reheard upon the tape, it was thought to be the scream of a dying man, yet it was not the first time a scream was present on the tape. If reviewed at the highest of volumes, from what some can tell when he was near the walls screams could also be heard. They were not loud, but they were ddefinitely human. Of that everyone has agreed. A buzz covered this up if the volume was any lower though, and the volume that was required to even detect the screams were speaker-busting at times. Josh puts his hand on the walls, and finds that they are slowly moving. The ground is, also. Where the bed was is now a spiral that runs into the ground that is slowly expanding, and if he stares hard enough he can make out teeth. He walks away from it after grabbing a cigarett, breaking his no smoking rule for the first time in five years. After getting a good inhale, he throws it at the walls and watches as it makes a minor spark. Eleven, one more hour to go. The wallpaper sagged and gave way to reveal that the wall is covered with names, and the names are slowly sliding across from the wall, to the floor, and to the gaping mouth at the center. It swallowed the names one by one, until the wall was clean enough for one more mark, his. It was making room for one last name, his. The mouth was no longer a mouth, it had expanded and developed enough to reach the wall the bed had been lying against. On the wall it was a face. It was like one of those pictures where it was a whole bunch of smaller images making up one big one. The screams are louder now on the tape, and they are not screams of joy. The laughter now is also present, as well as the sound of shower water running. It was ether now, or never. He valued his life now, or else he would have just jumped into that "thing's" mouth. He grabbed his lighter, and threw it at the door. The fire spread to the walls, and white maggots began to crawl to the fire. More names were revealed, but those white maggots crawled to the fire. It seemed the face on the wall was also bleeding, but it was not blood. It was... names? The mouth in the floor was sending up black puffs of smoke. It was ether now, or never. 11:59. He charged through the door, disregarding the maggots that somehow clawed his flesh. The instant he was outside of the room, they vanished. The clock struck twelve just has his left arm left the room. The end was still in there, though. He was glad that was all that was in there. He charged down the elevator and ran out of the door, not bothering to see PhilipeS observe him quitely with a grin. He was happy for him. Josh eventually found a rest stop after two or three miles, and called an ambulance. People were startled of his appearance, and would be more so if he told his story. Instead of helping him they might help themselves, he was injured but not demented, right? Instead he just said he needed help, and they immediately complied. Later studies of the arm found it was very potential for cancer. He did have some minor burns, but the maggots had absorbed most of the flames by the time he got there. The hotel was funded through a puppet, meaning the only one that could be held accountable would be the manager yet he was nowhere in sight. The tape survived and so did Josh. Most importantly, his story did. Yet, the room had inflicted some damage upon him. He was scared to death of sleeping anywhere but his own house, and he always had the light on when he slept. He was shy of showers for a while. Most of all, the dreams. He has them every night, and no matter how hard he tried he knows they will repeat. For, he did not make it. The end of his arm was still trapped in the room, and the room will forever hold a small piece of him. Just as he will forever hold a large piece of it. In a way, he was it and Room 999 was him. Upside down mirror-images of each other. Silently, Josh put the recorder back in it's hiding space. Somewhere, someone else was entering 999. Yes, the room might not need him any more, might not even remember him clearly. He might just be a name to it. To him though, the room was everything. For a brief moment in time he had seen it's true face like Philipes had, and it was beautiful.
Story should be able to get finished in two or three more updates. I have a plot, just have to write it out. Any comments/tips? I was thinking of going a diffrent introduction way then this, did it help make you interested in the story any? Halloween Ball "Hello! You, yes you. Most despised of social outcasts, most hated of the public hate machine, come and join us today on Halloween for a night you'll never forget! We'll show you the hollow core of your naive beliefs, and we'll show you what comes around goes around! Come hookers and lookers, and sell off more then your body! For one night only in this town, the Jester gives his performance, the one that never ends. Come laugh and cry, as time passes by. You only get one shot at living, so why not just damn it all in this divine comedy and die laughing? Jester has made many people laugh! We invite you, oh most tragic of nature's marvellas, to the circus. Where even you, the one who has sold off their oh-so precious dreams, still has something to sell. To where even the most high junkie will find planes they have not scaled. Together, we will laugh. "Until all forms of art are subsidized. Untl the workers run the factories. Until condoms are dispensed with crayons. Until every flag comes with its own match. Until the sacred school prayer is replaced with a minute of angst and foreboding. Until we have slit our bellies and spilt our bowels upon their hallowed marble floors we will laugh and we'll laugh and we’ll laugh.” So, most numb of social diseases, reawaken your feeling of pain once more and head on down to that place you broke your poor ma's heart not to go to: the local college! That's right, that place where we'll all give it the old clown college try, won't we? Be judged not by a jury of peers, for fear not. At the end of the night we shall unmask ourselves for what we all truly are: starkly bugazzo dripping people, who can't figure out which way's the quickest to suicide, so you allow your own mother to sit in your "origional" societies, with all your so-called ideals! Seriously, a guy dreaming about how he was going to kill his wife and record his kid's screams could have been more origional! So, for one night only, starting at Six, come to Jester's Performance. Love, The Circus P.S. Any party crashers will be dealt with, so you lovely kids really want to make it a night to remember? It was hung all around town, it was the night before so by the regulars had gone out and seen all of it, blogged about it, and sent invites to their friends. In this town, a party was just a place to find a scapegoat for the latest rigs. None of the cops really cared when they found them ether, half of them thinking it was a harmless prank most of the other half promising to do it but strangely forgetting later. One did remember, though. He thought it was more then a harmless prank, and forbid his daughter to go. Throughout the day, no one even talked. The town itself seemed to be goign through a calm before the storm phrase, and the upcoming storm seemed very harsh indeed. The wind did howl, but the rain did not cry. As if practicing for the upcoming party, instead it laughed. Still it laughs, but there are no souls left to cry for it. Though enough of that now, we must get ready for the show that never ends.
Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Light, Dark, and Void. These dimensions move and create overlap (so where fire and air overlap you might have lightning space for example). As they overlap the beings of each one come into contact and are able to take advantage of both elements. Since they are usually separate each dimension has it’s own culture but they all share the same legend of all the dimensions coming together to create a utopia. Eventually, the dimensions came together but the utopia was never to be as the kings of each dimension warred for control of this new area. The gods appeared to hold favor in this war and ultimately the void king won. Immediately after victory, he demanded spirit tethers to be built to hold all the dimensions together, making his reign eternal. Riots continued for decades but eventually those who objected his rule were slain and the children were obedient, as they were taken from their homes before knowing another way of life. Not all the gods however were in favor of this new world order, as it went against the prophecies they had given many years ago. The tethers were not perfect and were slowly being stretched and weakened by the gods, leading to the dimensions partially separating. Now as people are once more living in their own dimensions the old way of life is being restored. Parents feared their children being taken from them as so many had already so they were raised in secret. Now with these children becoming adults the time for a mortal and divine revolution is on the horizon. Locations (Some general, some not. List may not be complete): Tethers: One in each dimmension, these hold the dimmensions together and uphold the Void King's rule. Hence, they are usually protected heavily by armed forces if they are found. Abyss Located in: Rumors. The Void King's fortress. Little is known about this location. Rumored to be at the spot where the tehers are tied and binded together, also a place of strong spiritual energies which is possibly used to further the Void King's influence. Mage Cicles Located in: All dimmensions. Identified by being bordered with lines, usually formed by long-time preassure made from magic. These grounds usually have a power of there own, some tales even speak of people being spirited away to other places with Mage Circles here, others speaking of gaining wisdom from the dead and fallen. The energy of these places are such that some have gone mad with there bodies trying to proccess the natural and mage energies mixed. Volcanic Forges Located in: Earth and Fire. Deep within volcanoes, giants were a species with natural survival abilities so when breeded properly they could survive the heat within the volcanoes. Here weapons are forged, for all uses and people. The enterances to these volcanoes are usually guarded by the Giant's employers, but the Giant's themselves are syphathetic to some causes and will sometimes give out weapons. Atlantis Located in: Water. Lost in lore, the technology was owned by a race that made one fatal miscalculation. While it seems the race is dead, the technology certainly is not. Rumors of the hideos deaths of the people and there causes have kept most would be tresspassers at bay. Shadowlands Located in: Dreams. A place where the dead and living seem to float to in dreams. Some do it of there own will, some are summoned, and some just arrive with no reason other then dreaming. Said to be the unused space the dimmensions do not take up. Middle Earth Located in: Earth A underground fortress, said to be upheld by the corpses of dead giants and the bones of the worker Gnomes that slaved over the passeg ways. Kept a secret for the most part, a place of refuge for those seeking freedom. Sky Temple Located in: Air. The location is high up and therefore hard to invade and visit. Seemingly free, the place has suffered little in the riots and deaths. They may be forced to get more involved, though as the Void King's influence grows. Castle of Dreams Located in: Light Sayed to be built upon the foundation of all good dreams, hopes, and causes, it seemes to grow dimmer with the death of every good person. The Void King has tried to invade it before, and failed. It is possibly weaker now, though... Spiral of Stars Located in: Darkness. Seeming to spiral into the ground, the darkness is seperated only by flashes of energy, and lost souls wondering forever to the bottom. Few who have gone have returned, none making it to the bottom. Inferno Located in: Fire. A seemingly endless pit of fire, rumored to be accessible by a Volcanic Forge. The stepping stones are littered with the long dried heated bones of the dead and some are painted red in similer dried blood. Broken Road Located in: Void. A maze of debris, the debris seems to be pointing somewhere, as if wanting a traveler to travel it. It goes in all directions, and is hard to follow. True to the Void's name, a Void hangs under the debris. The debris itself seems to be suspended in air by a force. Few have done so and answered its call, and those that have has there bodies added to the debris. Notes: All dimmensions have cities and such, all special on the element they ahve though. For example, the Fire dimmension specializes in fire. Some people have banded together from diffrent dimmensions for there own causes. Be creative. OC Sheet: Username: Character name: Gender: Appearance: Powers: Weapons: Dimmension: Other: Suggestions: Character type, if you want: On character type I have no set types. Be creative and just submit your ideas. They are welcome and appreciated. Rules: 1: Follow rules of this site, section, and roleplay. 2: Post Revolution if you have read the rules. 3: Sugegstions are welcome. 4: The Void King will be controled by me to start with to get the plot in the right direction, perhaps throughout the roleplay. Other Kings may exist, but they would be in hiding gathering troops and restoring faith. 5: Godmodding and powerplaying, no. 6: Use correct speach. No text talk (Example: i c u ik txt tlk.) OC Sheets: Username: Fayt-Harkwind Character name: Raven Kross Gender: male Appearance: http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/...7de117.jpg?v=0 Powers: Able to manipulate darkness allowing him to pass through shadows as teleportation and the ability to enchant his sword with dark spells. Weapons: A katana and throwing knives. Dimmension: Dark. Other: Revolution. Suggestions: n/a Character type, if you want: n/a Username: mixt Character name: Thane Gender: male Appearance: http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j2...meMaleMage.jpg Powers: Able to control ash Weapons: Keeps a variety stashed in his cloak- black powder, smoke bombs, throwing knives, and the like. Dimension: Ash (Mother: Fire + Father: Earth), considers the earth dimension home. Other: Tends to keep to himself unless absolutely necessary, even if he were faced with a revolution. Username:Legion Character name:Gendran Gender:male Appearance:http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk28/Twilightindreams/Anime/0a98sbg.jpg Powers: Is able to shoot a corrosive acid from his tattoos, Super speed, agile reflexes. Weapons: Only a pair of iron claws and a sack of marble sized explosives on his hip. Dimmension: Madness (Father from void, Mother from dreams) Other:Revolution Username: Neko-Chiba Character name: Sorrow Gender: Femail Appearance: http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs47/f/20...Neko_Chiba.jpg Powers: She can control others shadows. also using the power of darkness to persuade people. She can also tap into the dark side of people. She can also learn fast and she knows things before they happen. Weapons: Her mind. Dimmension: Shadows (Mother - Darkness, Farther - light) Other: Don't be fooled by her appearance she is darker then she seems. She also try to keep to herself. Username: xXRhian+RoxasXx Character name: SkyLight Memoria Gender: Girl Appearance: http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/A/akiko-chan/1067110198_magesWater.jpg Powers: Light and Air Weapons: Uses her powers to attack aswell as a knife hidden under her dress. Dimmension: Air Other: Her parents died in the attacks on the Light castle. She fled and lived in the Sky Temple by herself ever since. Username:daxma Character name: Raven Darkcrow Gender: Male Appearance: Has black bandages all over him and this is a picture of what he looks like without bandages. http://file049a.bebo.com/8/large/2009/09/07/16/7519485423a11559177819l.jpg Powers: Blue Fire, Black Lightning (immense strength and agility beyond others in certain circumstances) Weapons: A relic sword often rapped in black bandages on his back; The Sword: http://images.google.com/url?source...ta.jpg&usg=AFQjCNHYm8XbLeIC6Ua0XXVuLwMDKIbmOQ The swords true form: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e252/Johnny_Blaze88/Jecht.jpg Dimmension: The Cross of Between(where all the dimensions touch, his father from light and his mother from darkness with flame decendancy) Other: Since he chooses to supress alot of his emotions, it warps his body and he transforms and it gives him immense strength and agility when he decides to unleash his emotions or they are released due to trama. Suggestions: Well we could always include theme music in particular moments, i.e; battles. Credits to mixt and Legionf for a lot of help.
They are not that good, might be considerd poor by some. I had some greater versions, but Gimp stopped workign and I had to reset my computer. I'll see if I can get more up later. No fancy effects on these, I've seen others without such and they got good enough critique. Practeced shading and lighting, had one with text but that was before the computer had to shut down. For now, thses are what I was able to make. Anyone have a link to a simple guide on layers? How to view them, use them, and such? I tried following some Gimp tuts, but began to get lost when it came to layering. If such a guide exist that is hopefully simple enough, will someone post a link? I believe I ahve tried the Gimp website and Gimp talk. Sorry for the quality, they might would of been easier to work with if it was not for this. I had a few of perhaps what could be called good quality, maybe they turned out better. Thanks for your tolerance.
Time to start pulling the money out, USB starts to investigate more than 4,000 account names. Any comments? Link: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32474087/ns/business-world_business/
Since I've seen people posting stuff like this, I figured I would go and post it to pass some time. The person that sent it got banned on a diffrent site, have fun reading. Hello Dear, My name is Russell LEE Anderson, I am an American soldier,pressently serving in the military of the 1st Armored Division in Iraq. Sir we are being attacked by insurgents everyday and car bombs. I and my clossest coligue managed to secure funds belonging to Saddam Husseins family. The total amount is US$25 Million dollars in cash, mostly 100 dollar bills. We want to move this funds to you, so that you may invest it for us and keep our share for banking,before our arrival,this will be done with trust. I will take 70%,while You take the other 30%. No strings attached, just help us move it out of Iraq,as it is a war zone. If you are interested please endevour to send your full details to my personal mail. iam earnestly searching for a good partner that i can trust and that will assist me in reaciving the funds out of IraqCan I trust you? When you receive this letter, kindly send me an e-mail signifying your interest including your most confidential telephone/fax numbers for quick communication also your contact details. Respectfully, Sgt.Lee Russell
