ZagHero, The Dramatist

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34 wins / 29 losses





Currently Interested In/ Busy With: Life, School, and D&D

The way of the sage is to learn, and understand. 

The sage's lessons are never finished, for there shall always be more knowledge to attain.

The way of the sage is to teach, and direct.

The sage's council is unending, as the masses of lost and wandering souls never dwindles.

Cosmic understanding is unattainable, but something to be sought.

The sage is a person of wisdom, knowledge, and enlightenment.

The sage follows a path to discover the truth.

This is the way of the sage.

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All the factions offer something.

Sages, wisdom and council.

Wardens, reason and order.

Marauders, strength and bravery.

Architects, ingenuity and intelligence.

All are important, and tolerable. They are each needed to keep the equilibrium, and must band together in the name of peace and creativity.

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Hello friends! This is ZagHero. I joined this site as Zaguiza14 on 3/11/2015. My real name is Zane, though some people call me Zoon.

I'm your not-so-everyday 17 year old high schooler. Feel free to send me Private Message if you ever want to talk. I'm always up for a conversation. I like to screw around with alts. Feel free to duel me in RPS.


Alt Fiend.

Rising GM.

Lurker Lurer.

Consumer of Memes.

Undisciplined Lardsack.

Master of the Flowing Fist

Subservient to Count Fenrir AKA T-Count

Amateur Comic Book Author.

SentinelPenguin Fanboy.

Originally Zaguiza14.

Aspiring Animator.

All-round Doofus.

Friend to Many.

Lover of All.


More often than not, you can find me on the Forums, whether it be talking in recent threads or role-playing in the games writing in the Creative Corner. I tend not write much when it comes to my stories, but I intend on changing that by writing one page every day. I have inherited an unfinished story from Fleshnblood, and have decided to finish what he has started.

Please, spend time with the people you care about before it's too late. Show them that you are there, and you care for them. For all you know, you could be the only light to them in this fractured creation.

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The heart is a cold and scathed thing.

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Are you feeling useless and like you're a complete failure? Really? Me too! Don't fret friends, your purpose is just waiting to be discovered! Many of us are like umbrellas, we'll be employed and ready for action as soon as that big ol' storm shows up.

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Steve: Tim, buddy, kill yourself.

Tim: Two steps ahead of you, m8.

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Laughter is the best medicine, and we all have a terminal illness.

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The gloom fills my entire being. My soul burns with satisfaction. The gristly powers of my overlord trickle unto me.

I have made the right decision.

My world revolves around you, Master.

I shall do your bidding.

I shall bring on destruction at the wave of your hand.

I will be the instrument of your internal darkness.

I am your puppet, do with me as you will.

I am a servant, eager to fulfill your commands.

I am the clay of forbidden power, and I await to be molded by your sinister hands.

You hold the strings of my life in your grasp, temporaryaccount.




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Let it  be known that on this day, the ninth of January 2017, ZagHero, AKA the original temporaryslave, has ascended himself to the rank of Senior Servant, distinguishing himself from the more recent additions to my imperial coalition. Thank you, faithful underling, for your service, and may you continue to serve the Count Fenrir until eternity's end.

Nope, it's all over now. I have been freed by the passing of my master. May he rest in Oblivion.



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Do any of you people art? on 8/18/2017 2:43:57 AM

Haha, I missed you too Sentsei.

The cowboy sketches are for a board game a friend and I are planing to create. At the very least, I'll be working on story writing and concept art.

Do any of you people art? on 8/17/2017 6:35:16 PM

Thanks for noticing. And yeah, I didn't see the need for one.

Do any of you people art? on 8/17/2017 1:18:48 AM

I'm glad you find them entertaining.

Do any of you people art? on 8/17/2017 1:13:56 AM

I draw a bit. I'm working on a superhero comic at the moment, and have done commisions for people in the recent past. Here is some of my work:

Zag's Collaborative CYOA - Born Among a Hundred on 5/25/2017 4:53:34 PM

Target the lady in the green dress

(No, I'm not giving this up. Just was distracted for a while. I'll be hoping to write entries regularly. As always, input, advice, and questions are always welcome.)

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Chip points at the woman in the flowing dress, “She seems like the leader, and she’s unoccupied. Those people around her don’t look like they’re functioning normally. They’re behaving similarly to those who become overwhelmed by my illusions!” Chip looks to Jeri, “What do you think?”

“Very good analysis. Be wary of those surrounding her. If your observation is correct, we don’t want to harm powerless people.”

The boys nod, and Jonathan charges forward, plowing through the clumps of mindless civilians. “Hey Chip, do you think you could help these people regain control?” Jonathan looks back at Chip, as a citizen smacks him upside the head. Jon shakes the hit off, pushing the offender away from him.

Chip smiles and climbs atop a nearby car, “It would be good to get higher in order to see them all.” Chip looks over the street and closes his eyes, feeling the minds of the powerless people. To him, it is as if their minds have a sort of fog sifting through them. “I’ve never done anything like this before, Jon!”

“Just do your best, we’ll give you time!” Jonathan leaps at the green-clad woman, getting enough height and kicking her in the side of her head. She falls to the ground, completely taken by surprise.

A small trickle of blood runs down the side of her face as she turns to see Jonathan. Her face displays a mixture of fear and confusion. However, she wastes no time. Reaching out mentally to a particular burly man in the mindless crowd, she grasps his mind and takes control. Jonathan is unaware, so she tries to keep him distracted. The rest of the crowd begin to attack the remainder of the team.

Jeri begins to immobilize the civilians by forming blocks of energy onto their legs, causing them to fall over, one by one. Rahm is busy dodging attacks from an oddly adept group of youngsters, slipping through their strikes as liquid. Brett simply runs towards the man in the lime-green hoodie, understanding enough to know that his power would be effective against him. Patrick stays with Chip, fending off the brainwashed thralls that get too close.

The woman with the glowing eyes and green dress gets to her feet, but slowly stands to her full height. Jonathan sees that she is very tall, but not muscular. Her dress stops at the ground, flowing in the light breeze. “Where are you from? You don’t seem to be with the DECK program.” Her voice is light and suave.

“I am Jonathan of bunk seventeen,” clenching his fists, “Who are you, what is this place?” He almost barks these questions, eager to learn. He knows he can defeat her swiftly, so doesn’t bother to keep his mouth shut.

This kid must be some sort of wack-job, She thinks. “This is Zero City. On planet Earth,” The woman speaks softly but audibly. “I’m known as Mint.” Mint looks to the brainwashed man shuffling towards Jonathan. He’s only a few steps away from his target. Mint squints her eyes, and quickly tries to grasp Jonathan’s mind, if only for a few moments.

Jonathan feels a deep fog envelop his consciousness, and loses control of his body. He feels himself being gripped and lifted by a pair of steady and meaty hands. Mint’s laughter rings in his ears. “You aren’t too bright, are you?” Her face contorts with malice. “Constrict him,” She commands the burly man, his arms wrapping around Jonathan’s body.

I- I can’t move! I can hardly think straight! Jonathan’s limbs feel heavy as iron weights and his thoughts as thick as tar.

Brett rushes alongside the curly-haired woman, jumping in front of a bolt of electricity, absorbing it. That certainly catches her attention. Lime cocks his head, “You’ve got a little friend?” A short laugh escapes from his lips as he charges up another bolt.

The curly-haired woman keeps her eyes on Lime, as the two stand their ground. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m feeling good. I have abilities too, and can absorb all forms of energy.” Brett keeps his eyes on Lime, “Do you two duel often?”

“We’ve fought before, The Emeralds never know when to give up. He’s got a case of energy cores in that bag he’s carrying, they’re very valuable.” The curly haired woman’s brow furrows, and her light brown locks bob in the breeze. “You can call me Iaso.”

Brett’s fingers twitch, ready to catch the bolt of lightning from Lime, “I’m Brett.”

Lime chucks the bolt at the two, and Brett stretches his hands as the electricity is sucked into his body. Brett smiles, running forward at his new opponent.

Lime’s smile is overrun by disbelief. There is almost no way that a loser kid like that could take one of my bolts straight like that, Lime lunges for Brett as he dashes towards him, and releases an astounding amount of voltage! “You little brat!” The two tumble, and wrestle on the ground. Brett grips Lime’s shoulders sucking away at all his expelled electricity and his body heat. Iaso snatches the bag away from Lime as the two young men scuffle. Lime slows, and begins to tire and shiver. After a few moments, he faints on top of Brett. The absorbing subject tosses his defeated opponent off of him and gets off of the ground.

“It’s a wonder these cores didn’t go off. I’d kiss whoever insulated these things,” Iaso smiles. Not before long, the mind-controlled civilians advance upon the two allies.

Jeri takes a quick look at his subjects, his brow furrows as he sees Jonathan in the grasp of the mind-controlled burly man. He quickly casts a hard-energy cube around Mint, causing her to lose her focus. The strange light fades out of her eyes, her hands slam against the translucent pink wall. Jonathan climbs out of his mindless state, breaking free of the man’s arms. Catching his breath and regaining his resolve.

Jeri turns to the pale and raven-haired woman, as she fights gracefully with her thin frame evading and striking the man in the tank-top. He wastes no time setting makeshift shackles onto the aggressor from where he stands in the crowd, and shouts, “We’ve defeated your allies, give up.” The pale woman turns her head to meet the voice as the criminal falls to the ground, his hands and feet bound in Jeri’s energy blocks.

    The bound man in the green tank top looks up at Jeri, blowing his own long and haggard dark brown hair out of his eyes for a better look. His muscles ripple as he tries to break free, “What’s all this?! Who are you?”

Jeri steps forward, and goes to stand over the man. “My name is Jericho. I have been lead out of an underground compound that was once my home.” The brainwashed citizens begin to regain their minds, looking around. Rahm, Brett, Jonathan, Chip and Patrick move through the crowd and stand beside Jeri. “These are my pupils-”

    The raven-haired woman interrupts, “This is unnecessary. We’re very glad you came to assist us, but the DECK program has this under control.”

(responding as Jonathan)

- "Who are you to stop us?"

- "We are joining the DECK program."

- "It didn't seem like you had much control before we showed up."

Steve demands attention! on 4/21/2017 11:26:21 PM

Oh, it's relevant in the argument that you can't math sins. I do care about how devastating sins are. You even asked me if I would rather stop gay sex, or pedophilia. I would choose to prevent the pedophilia from happening as it harms a child, and the people having sex are there of their own accord.

If you rape a kid, you're a sinner. You're not a liar, but a rapist. I'd say a rapist directly devastates a persons life, while a lie may have different negative outcomes. Both sins are equal in damnation. I don't walk around with the mindset that anyone is better than anyone else.

No, God was and is prepared for people to fail. He hopes we will succeed and come to accept him, escaping the clutches of Satan. God gives us free will, but also a conscience; the ability to know right and wrong.  We sin of our own accord, as we accept Lucifer's lies and give into his temptations. Sin makes people skeptical, and this is what hardens our hearts to the truth.

If you take a look at the bible, God seems to only destroy whole societies like cities (or in Noah's case, nearly the entire world) as no good exists in them. God does not take away free will, but life.

More of an Early Outroduction Thread on 4/21/2017 10:47:47 AM

Or maybe more of a Jimmy.

Steve demands attention! on 4/20/2017 11:30:43 PM

As I have stated, Sins are equally damning, but not as equally devastating.

Okay, let me put it like this. We wear a robe. If we do not sin, the robe is  pure and clean. That's good. But sin, is more or less like a stain. You spilled a bit of mustard on your robe while eating a sandwich. Your first sin. Only people with white robes can get into heaven, and dirty robes damn you to hell. You, with your mustard stain, are impure and now a sinner. Lets say you were running outside and got some mud on yourself. More sin. You are still a sinner, but now with dirtier robes. You are no more damned then you are with your first sin.

Jesus, on the other hand, offers to clean your robes. You can accept his offer, and repent and be baptized, so that your robes may be clean.

Why doesn't God stop sin? Good question. Why didn't God choose to create mindless drones who follow his every word instead of living and sapient humans? God wants us to come to him, and spares us for our sins.

"He will not always accuse, nor will he harbor his anger forever; he does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities." (Psalm 103: 9-10)

As I have explained in a separate post in the alternate thread where our discussion continues, God has a perfect plan for us. Yet, instead of forcing us to obey, he wants us to choose that for ourselves. He exists out of our understanding of time and knows all outcomes. Not all of those choices and the outcomes that are brought with them are apart of his plan. He knows that we may not repent, and ignore him, but hopes we will see what is right.

Not much has changed other than the fact that people don't have to offer sacrifices for purification of their sins anymore. Now we have Jesus, and only have to repent and put the life of sin behind us and live a new life baptized in him.

The passing of a member on 4/20/2017 10:50:44 PM

Haha, yeah. 1/4th to be exact.

The passing of a member on 4/20/2017 10:50:10 PM

Lol. But I made my vow to him as temporaryslave. Then, after you exposed me things got real. My yes is yes, and my no is no.