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Clockworkz Birdon                  Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| We used to throw punches and kicks (never really connected ever), and pretended we were the characters from Mortal Kombat. My friend would always be Sub Zero, and he'd always freeze me. I had to stop moving until he punched at me again. It was really retarded. | |||
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Let's start out with some japanesey kinda stuff...
Kevins. Ahh... Ramen. Breakfast of Champions! Morrighan Something's up with the hands. Don't know what went wrong here... Holiday Comic I submitted into a contest on Serebii Pokemon Forums Yeahhh... THIS is why I don't hang with the Pokemon anime crew. Now for something completely different. Empty Watching You Not going for anatomy so much as I'm going for a feeling, a reaction. Surrealism + Me = WTFness. Enjoy, comments, whatever. Just give me fucking attention 
EDIT: Man, what the fuck? This is an art forum. Not an "lol layouts and banners are art!!!" forum. For fuck's sake. Put this shit all in one thread, stickied. I hate being bogged down by talentless bullshit like layouts and banners. Ooh! You can use photoshop filters! You can use HTML! Who cares? This is art. Lines of code and 5 second filters are not elements of art. Not in the least.  (edited by Clockworkz on 12-16-06 04:31 AM) (edited by Clockworkz on 12-16-06 04:32 AM) (edited by Clockworkz on 12-19-06 08:30 PM) (edited by Clockworkz on 12-19-06 08:39 PM) |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I wouldn't say its your perspective, not at all.
Your facial anatomy as a whole is kinda... messed up. The chin comes too far back into the head. The back of the skull should curve smoothly into the neck, not sharply into the jaw, like what that's implying. Also, the mouth shouldn't be that far back into the head. That's what's throwing it off a bit, in my eye. Also, the hand is annoying me. The fact that the thumb is nothing more than a smaller than normal finger is irritating me. It also lacks depth. Needs more shading there. THe coloring job, though, is amazing. I love it, even though its lacking around the legs, and the skirt shows no shading or looseness. Right now, it looks like she's wearing a hard plastic loincloth, more than anything else. Her upper thigh/right ass cheek has no shading whatsoever. That irritates me. Thank you, Kasumi, for posting real artwork. I admire that, and I respect that. Now if only I got at least ONE comment. Christ. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Something tells me I missed all the fun, back in the day.
Then again, I remember Desert Bus. So maybe I'm just going crazy. Hey, since we're on the topic of old fads on this board, whatever happened to the great nation of Russianada? |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I just learned that I have lung cancer.
Guess I shoulda quit smoking back in '07, like I promised myself. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| You're doing it wrong, Grey. | |||
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Show me your moves. | |||
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Clockworkz Birdon  Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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Originally posted by Clockworkzlol reading. Also, I see that was in reaction to the manga-styles. God forbid we comment on something that actually requires talent. 
Anywho... Reclamation Old Man Drinking |
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Clockworkz Birdon  Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| .....
Oh, shit; that's Kasumi! Fuck! I thought it was Davros. 
I replied when it was Christmastime, and the name colors all looked the same to me. Sorry about that. I wouldn't intentionally act like a dick to staff ._.;;; |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Firepower 2000, an amazing top-down shooter on the SNES and Genesis, and sequal to "Silkworm" on the Amiga and Commodore 64. On other consoles, Firepower 2000 was realeased as "SWIV" (stands for Silkworm: 4).
The levels were long and fun, the weapons were cool, and bosses were challenging. I love it, but I haven't played it in a while. *sigh* *pops in FP2000*  |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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Pretty sure I asked about this a while ago, and got turned down.
*votes* |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Fuck New Years. Just one more year closer to death.
Enjoy your decay  |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I've been silently following this. Hopefully, I'll be the first to make the Super Metroid remake.
Now, excuse me while I recieve my "Unoriginal Idea" medal. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| *sigh*
How come no one looks at what counts? The real art? The stuff that require omg skill? I get it; I posted anime drawings. Great. That's in the past. Now pay attention to the real meat of what I made. Christ. The Sublimination of Man Forgot to post this one.... Did it mid-December. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I would enslave mankind and transform the already decaying debacle (sp?) of the world as it is into a post-apocolyptic land with me as supreme emperor of the planet.
Kyouji can be the hunched over magical old wizard with the crystal ball who will tell me who my enemies are and where and when they will strike. (edited by Clockworkz on 01-02-07 01:51 PM) |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| An older story, but I still feel as though it deserves a spot here.
Enjoy~ The orange glow from the cigarette clenched between her thin lips illuminated her face as she leaned over the guardrail on the empty causeway that overlooked a small river. The moon was shrouded behind a veil of clouds, and the only unnatural light on the bridge came from the few streetlights that dotted the side of the roadway and the random car or two that would seldom drive past her. It was a usual scene for her, one that she’d revisit more often that she’d like. Her past shrouded in ambiguity, and her future uncertain, this lowly street urchin only wiles away her time doing odd jobs for a little bit of money to buy the things she needs: food and cigarettes. As she waited on the bridge for something, for anything, as she did every night, she stared out onto the open water, and as usual, thought about the bizarre events that transpired over the course of the twenty-two years of her life. * * * There was a small island off the east coast of Canada, near the northern tip of Maine. Roughly seventy nameless, strange people lived on the heavily forested area, and she was amongst them, all hunters and gatherers. Her life was hard, living in nature day in and day out, but still, she was happy, for she was with her parents and friends. But there was something odd about these people, something strange or amiss. She asked about it, about why the people seemed so odd to her, even though she just couldn’t put her thumb on it. Her parents never answered her, and she decided to put it behind her. The happiness wouldn’t last though. After sixteen years of a peaceful life, it was all snatched away and torn in half. Late into the night, on one unusually warm evening while everyone was asleep, an unknown group of people raided the small village and razed it to the ground, killing almost everyone. She was fortunate enough to escape into the forest and elude the people who stole her life away. It was uncertain whether or not these people came from the mainland or within the village itself, but all she knew was that she needed to run. The mainland was not far from the Island; in fact, on a clear day it was visible, and many boats normally dotted the piers upon the rocky shores of the north coast, which was closest to the mainland. She managed to make her way to one of them and leave the godforsaken place and start a new life on a shoreline community in northern Maine, and since stayed there, homeless for the past six years. * * * It wasn’t easy for her to get a job. She was a very emotional person, and whenever tears would well up in her soft brown eyes, something would always happen. An appliance would break, or the power would go out, or something along the lines of an electrical mishap. She knew what it was, but turned a blind eye to it until one morning washing dishes in Cheddars, a local restaurant. She was seventeen at the time, and dropped a plate. It broke, and being the overly emotional person that she was, started to get flustered. As she quickly tried to clean up the pieces of china that scattered across the floor, a strange, faint glow emitted from her hands, and before she knew it, an arching discharge of electrical energy flowed between her hands erratically, startling her enough to jolt her back onto the floor. It just so happened that the manager had walked in on her as the phenomenon had occurred, scaring him enough to fire her. It had happened before… * * * A heavy hand fell onto her shoulder as she tried to escape, running towards the North shore of the tiny besieged island, and she whirled around to meet her attacker, her eyes wide as she stared into the burly man’s huge scruffy face. He grinned, and she gasped. Was she going to die? She couldn’t even scream. Her voice left her, and no words came from her mouth. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere, little girl. Now, die!” She winced, and as the man prepared to slit her throat with a knife in his left hand. What came next was unexpected, to say the least. Her entire body shuddered, and with a sudden jolt of energy flowing through her subconsciously, a stream of electrical energy burst from her kneeling form and connected with the chest of her attacker, and flung him into a nearby tree. The angle that his head hit the sturdy trunk twisted his neck in such a way, that he could never have survived. She had killed him. She fell to her knees, shuddering, gasping for air, witnessing the carnage she helped cause. She felt sick, like something hideous was welling from within her, and she began to feel like something so inhuman. * * * Word of the oddity in the restaurant quickly spread throughout the town, and pretty soon, she couldn’t walk anywhere without being stared at. She couldn’t even stay at a hotel without being shot looks of hatred and fear, and no one would talk to her when she’d stop into the local country store to pick up a pack of smokes. So now, all she does is wait. She waits on the bridge by the river, waiting for something to pick her up and save her. What is this strange power she possesses? Is it some kind of sorcery or witchcraft? As she took a long drag from her cigarette, she stuck her left hand into the front pocket of her olive drab hoodie, and extended her right hand foolishly, waving about the air, seeing if she was correct in her initial preconceptions of this electrical “power”. She flung her hand about like a fool, but she didn’t care. No one bothered to look at her anymore anyway, so what did she care? Eventually, she gave up, and gave her hand a rest. “Ah, screw it. I don’t care.” “You should care. You’re trying to force it. It should come from deep down inside. Once you use it consciously for the first time, you’ll never forget.” It was a male voice from behind her; mellow and kind, but altogether unexpected. She whirled around to see this man under a streetlight, which highlighted his features acutely. He noticed her and smiled. He took a step forward, and as he approached her, the chains and metallic paraphernalia on his oversized black cargo pants jingled against each other, and his black Slayer tee-shirt waved in the air as a breeze passed by, which barely startled his long black hair for some odd reason. His kind, sad eyes looked up to her, and he smiled a smile that made his gothic apparel and scraggily goatee seem less intimidating. “Been a while, Nicole. Thought you were dead.” She couldn’t believe her eyes. Was the solitude finally getting to her, and insanity taking over, or was it all a dream? Surely it couldn’t be reality. That voice; it was unmistakable. “Danny? No way… Danny! Is that you!?” He walked toward her, and smiled even wider upon realizing that the girl had recognized him, even after six years. The cigarette fell out of her mouth as she ran towards him and hugged him as tight as she could. Her friend since childhood was alive and well in this miserable little town, and that alone made her stay there worthwhile. “You big jackass; I worried about you! How’re you doing!?” He met her hug with an equivalent embrace, and apologized. “As well as a homeless man can. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you lived. But on the same token, I also thought that if you did live, you would have realized your powers by now.” She looked at him quizzically as she ended the hug, but soon understood him. “What is it? This… power?” Ever since her discovery of it, she had always been startled, frightened and puzzled by it. Now, it finally seemed as though she’d get some answers. His looked turned serious as he answered her quandary. “This’ll be a lot for you to take in, but bear with me. You are a witch. A witch just like me and everyone else on that island.” She was taken aback, and gasped at Danny’s declaration. She didn’t want to believe him, but she’d known him for such a long time, why would he have any reason to lie about something like this, especially now in the condition they were in? “You and me were the only survivors it seems. But it looks like you don’t believe me yet.” The look on her face said it all. She was still skeptical of him, and she had every right in the world to be. “Take out a cigarette. Lemme see one.” She complied, and reached into the pocket of her faded, torn up jeans, and pulled out the box of Marlboro Lights and handed one to her friend, who took it into his mouth. “Now, then. Watch this,” he announced as he snapped his fingers about a foot from his face. With the snap of a few sparks and the ignition of the oxygen surrounding it, the tip of the cigarette blazed forth as he took a hit from it, then blew smoke into the night. She stared, wide eyed, as he worked his magic, and turned to her, smirking. She was won over, and finally came to believe what Danny had said to her. “Danny, that was awesome! You gotta teach me how to do shit like this! “I got them. Two of ‘em. To think they were here, right under my nose for the past six years. Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. Fine.” He slammed his cell phone shut, and put it back in his tan pants pocket. He glared out the windshield of his black Chrysler as he observed the two witches on the bridge together, laughing and catching up. The car was parked cattycorner in an ally near the bridge. Agent Harrison had the perfect vantage point from which to spy on them. After several minutes of observation, he took out the rosary kept around his neck, and kissed it. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I am a weapon of God, and I will deliver His wrath upon the wretches that plague this world. Amen.” With that, he drew a pistol from his inside trench coat pocket, and kept it at his side as he opened the door of his car and appeared in the darkness. Walking out, several snowflakes began to fall, and Harrison could see his breath outside. He drew near, and readied his piece, ready to carry out the wishes of his agency. They were interrupted. The laughing and talking of times past was over, as they were cut off from the nostalgia and reminiscing by a loud, curt voice of an older man with slicked back silver hair. “Sinners! You have been judged guilty in the eyes of God! Prepare yourselves for an eternity of damnation!” Danny had little time to react, but he did manage to get his and Nicole’s head down as Harrison fired a shot towards them, missing them completely. A warning shot, in all probability. “Hey! Just who the hell are you? What are you doing here!?” shouted a befuddled and now frightened Danny. How could this man know what they were? “Although my name is useless to a pair of dead witches, I’ll let you know as your last dying wish. I am Jacob Harrison, a member of the Wrath of God, a Catholic organization of the Vatican, dedicated to the destruction of garbage like you.” Nicole clutched onto Danny, quivering with fear. Her magic lessons weren’t finished, and she barely learned how to tap into her abilities, so she was, for all intents and purposes, basically useless if a fight ensued. Danny was genuinely pissed now. “You shouldn’t have come here, Catholic. I’ll salt the earth with your corpse!” With that, Danny rushed towards him, a mystical fire glowing within his hands. Harrison fired, and at the same moment the trigger was pulled, Danny unleashed a powerful sphere of pyrokinetic energy at the hapless agent, destroying the bullet in the process. It exploded near Harrison’s feet and he was sent reeling. Danny readied himself, as he knew a counterattack was imminent. A flurry of emotions overtook Nicole, and her fear lead to anger, which in turn lead to hate. As she boiled inside, a massive flow of energy gathered within her. Harrison got to his feet and aimed his gun yet again. She wouldn’t allow it to happen. Stomping towards him with a strong sense of justice, she lunged forward and unleashed a bolt of electricity at her attacker. It was apparently emotion that tied the bonds between her and her energy, and she figured it would serve as useful knowledge. As Harrison was launched back with a stream of lightning, his muscles tensed up all over, and his finger still on the trigger, it was depressed unintentionally, and the bullet from his .45 APC sped towards the male witch and struck him in the stomach, just as the agent was slammed into a building, and fell unconscious. Danny only stood there, with a look of shock on his face, and his hand over his stomach as the blood flowed out of the wound. Nicole screamed as she saw what happened, and ran to his side as he fell to his knees, and then his side. There was a thin coating of snow on the ground now as the precipitation began to pick up and fall steadily faster. She bent down to him, and tears flowed out of her eyes, as she spoke in sobbing words to him. “No.. Danny, don’t do this. Don’t leave me all alone! Don’t die, goddammit! Please!” He opened his eyes to look at her, and smiled a bit. He talked to her with weak, unstable words, and looked into her weeping face. “You know, I always knew I’d die in defense of my people, but I’d rather die for a beautiful woman instead; wouldn’t you know it. I was right. The only thing I never got around to, though, was asking you what you thought about me, not that it makes any difference any more…” With that, the last light of his body was snuffed out, and his cold, glassed eyes stared up into the sky as Nicole held his hand to her face and wept for him. The snow was falling hard now, and she was cold, but didn’t care. She just wanted to be with him. He got to his feet, his head bleeding, and Harrison turned around silently to see the back of the witch he was meant to kill knelt over her late friend’s body as the blood began to pool beneath them. Harrison saw his opportunity, and drew a pocket knife out from his trench coat pocket. She had no time to react as he ran headlong for her, with no regard for his own life. With a quick and jabbing pain in her back, her eyes went wide as the knife dug deeper into her back. As it was pulled out, she fell over top of Danny’s body, and lay still. With a smirk, Harrison responded to Danny’s pondering that he overheard. “There’s nothing to stop you from telling her now.” He was tired, and his legs hurt as he meandered back to his car, wearily. It had been a long night, and the only thing he wanted now was a nice drink to perk himself back up. His car drove off, leaving the bodies of the two behind The residents of the town wouldn’t care; they’d be happy to be rid of them finally. Fin. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Just wrote this a little while ago. Never wrote anything like this, ever. So let's hope that this turns out alright, eh?
Untitled Project Preface: Of Creation and Destruction Usilion, known as the All Knowing King, was once known as the highest authority in the kingdom of Retreiarch, the Realm of the Gods. Before the earth existed, Usilion was a lonesome soul, and longed for companionship. From his being, he formulated many others crafted after himself in form, but varying in power and likeness. These were the Kabar, the Audience of Gods, and their power was significant. Usilion spoke to them all upon their creation, and told them, “See here, for from mine spirit, ye hath been born from me. And so long as I am immortal and undying, ye shall be subservient. Fear not, for mine rule is peaceful and non-oppressive,” and the Kabar heard this, and they were pleased. Retreiarch was a paradise for Usilion and his Kabar. In time, however, Usilion became uninterested in the dealings of just the Kabar, and again, from his being, formulated a flaming sphere in the emptiness of the universe, and circling this flame, yet another sphere, a globe of dirt and rock and sand. Usilion poured his spirit and knowledge, and breathed life into this dusty orb, and water flowed across the land, and finally, with his last, greatest act, he poured the spirit of law into the world and gave birth to all creatures who would uphold the law. The most prominent of these creatures were the Elves, the first race. They were intelligent, quick witted individuals who quickly built for themselves empires and kingdoms, and lived a peaceful life in harmony with nature and their environments. The Kabar witnessed Usilion’s majesty, and rejoiced in his splendor. Unfortunately, there were those who admired Usilion’s power so, that it became a coveting. Most notably, the Kabar, known as Kalthagor, craved the power of Usilion so much, that he confronted him about it, and attempted to overthrow his master in a show of spiritual power. Usilion was displeased with Kalthagor’s arrogance, and stripped him of his title and banished him to the earth. Filled with rage and contempt, Kalthagor salvaged what little godly power he retained, and brought up a massive army of dark, treacherous creatures that he himself had summoned from his hatred, and spoke unto Usilion. “Witness my might, Usilion! For from thine banishment came mine power. Mine dwelling is great, my army greater, and my hatred, greater still. For with these hands, I shall bring down thine creation, and raze it to the ground!” From a great palace in the mountains, a swelling, black haze billowed out, and Kalthagor and his minions marched upon the unsuspecting kingdoms that were built upon the world, and annihilated all that once was, leaving ruins and history buried under rock and dirt, and the world breathed no more. Defeated and demoralized, Usilion shrunk greatly in power, lowering his defenses enough to allow Kalthagor entrance back into Retreiarch. Kalthagor killed Usilion in his moment of weakness and took the throne, and proclaimed himself the new All Knowing King. He spoke unto the other Kabar, “Doth ye not see? Usilion was weak and powerless! I have slain him, and shall rebuild his world, but in greater, more amazing glory!” And it was so. Kalthagor used his new power to remake the beings of the world once more, but with more wonderment and awe in their essence, and through this, the Kabar reveled in this majesty and praised Kalthagor’s name. The elves were smarter and revered his name, for he made it known to them, and told them the tale of how he usurped his master Usilion. Kalthagor poured his spirit into them as well, and through this, some Elven individuals became hedonistic, and cared only for themselves, rather than Usilion’s perfectly molded beings from the last incarnation, for Kalthagor believed this would provide interest to the beings, and would make them more appealing to witness. Yet, once again, another of the Kabar became envious of Kalthagor, and followed in his arrogant footsteps. Following the same pattern of challenge, expulsion, destruction and overthrowing, Kalthagor was slain and replaced. With each successive usurping, the reincarnation of the earth and its residents became more wondrous and incredible until now, at the seventh incarnation of the earth. Several races have been born since the First Era, as it has been now called, and each of them have learned of legacy of corruption in the halls of Retreiarch from accounts of past Eras. As of late, a billowing black cloud has been formulating around the mountainous regions of the west, and the people have become afraid of their possible destruction. The life of the Seventh Era will become the bloodiest one the earth has ever seen. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| The kids were idiots. Deal with it.
In the immortal words of George Carlin, "Not all kids are smart and clever. In fact, a lot of them are pretty fucking stupid... Kids are a lot like a adults: a few winners, a whole lotta losers." (not the exact quote, but whatever) It's not the parents' faults, it was the children. Get over it. Kids die every day, thank god, or else we'd be overrun with the little bastards. But then again, I am a real dick. So I don't know how much validity my statement can hold. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| I don't eat. I feed upon the souls of those who have wronged me.
Don't turn around Alastor... All kidding aside, I like dinner. You can eat anything at dinner, including Steak-Umms. Especially Steak-Umms. |
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Clockworkz Birdon Since: 11-18-05 Last post: 6305 days Last view: 6305 days |
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| Cute and creative.
When are you going to do me? 
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