ZagHero, The Dramatist
Currently Interested In/ Busy With: Tim and Chris
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 16 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.
Consumer of Memes.
Master of the Flowing Fist
Subservient to Count Fenrir AKA T-Count
Amateur Comic Book Author.
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.
I SHALL WAIT UNTIL YOUR GLORIOUS RETURN!
YOU SHALL RISE LIKE AN UNHOLY PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES OF YOUR SINS!
THAT DAY WILL BE A GLORIOUS ONE!
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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.
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Sahll is an aspiring adventurer, who can't seem to find any himself. He reaches to the world for a call to action, and surprisingly, receives an answer.
Three months after Luigi was brutally killed and eaten by King Bowser, Mario wears green as a reminder of his brother lived and died for.
Play as fifteen year old, Tyler Michaels. Tyler was suddenly caught in the middle of a freak car accident, and not only did he miraculously escape death, he somehow gained superpowers! Will you be one of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen, or will you bring on doom and destruction?
Just a place for testing, notes, and ideas.
You play as a teenager named, Nick Harris. Do your best to survive in a chaotic, and mutant filled quarantined area.
Recent PostsOh Hey, A Tim and Chris Thread on 2/28/2017 2:29:20 AM
Raven died because of reasons. It was more of an inside joke; as Raven left and took on the name Panther.
Oh Hey, A Tim and Chris Thread on 2/28/2017 12:55:20 AM
Haha, what does it look like I'm doing?
Seriously though, It's just a comic. I'll have to show you guys the rough draft of page three that my friend and I drew all over for the laughs. I was meaning to draw Tim much more realistically, but decided to save it for a more dramatic occurance than beating on darklings or whatever.
Oh Hey, A Tim and Chris Thread on 2/28/2017 12:50:42 AM
http://i.imgur.com/f6eVDyn.jpg? (Tim and Chris page one)
http://i.imgur.com/o2y9Nie.jpg? (Tim and Chris page two)
http://i.imgur.com/ab6zdJj.png? (And, Tim and Chris page three)
Writing Prompts Week #8 on 2/28/2017 12:05:28 AM
Hey, green slimes- no, all slimes are gross.
Writing Prompts Week #8 on 2/27/2017 2:33:38 AM
Prompt 1 incoming with a dash of prompt 3...
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Slime and Goblin
"Man, this really sucks," Ut kicks the corpse of his freshly slain ally. He's seen many of his comrades go down in battle, and understands that most adventurers don't bat an eye at the life of a goblin. His toothy mouth pull his grey lips into a thin line.
"You're telling me," Lorp gurgles as she begins to dissolve a downed goblin's hand in her gelatinous green body. She knows that Ut won't and can't stop her from taking advantage of the feast that lay before her.
The twenty-by-twenty foot room reeks of goblin blood, a scent the two are accustomed to. The unadorned stone walls and wooden door soak in the stench. Ut begins to search the bodies of his fallen brethren, taking this opportunity to snatch the two-handed sword his squadron commander once held. The sword now lay on the floor among the bodies. "Commander Geevin was a real hero," Ut fixes his stance as he grips the massive sword, "Too bad he died and left all his loot to us." Ut stands over the corpse of his commander. It's a wonder how he always ends surviving these sorts of things somehow. He gazes into Geevin's shining breastplate and pauldrons, in turn looking back at himself. A dark grey figure with large ears and nose leer back at him in tattered rags, iron boots, and a torn red cape.
Lorp knows Ut is being sarcastic, and laughs. "Yep. His men aren't particularly tasty, either." Lorp adds the flesh of the deceased goblin to her own jiggling and slimy body mass. Lorp is only a handful of centimeters larger than Ut, both in height and width. However, neither of them have ever bothered to measure themselves.
"You shouldn't eat too much," Ut warns her. "A slime like you would grow too big and attract too much attention." He swings his newly acquired great-sword in the open space in front of him.
"Maybe I want more people to look at my body..." She trails off, wiggling her formless translucent green self while inching towards Ut.
Ut snaps his gloved fingers, "Stop screwing around. We got what we came for: A big sword, and a snack."
"You're no fun." Lorp bubbles, finishing her digestion of the fallen goblin's entire right arm. Ut glares at her while he motions for the door. "Fine, lets go."
The two make their way down the dusty corridor of the castle. They both know that a raid had taken place in the small castle by a group of goblins in search of hidden treasure. "Poor Geevin, only after a dishonest coin. Now those adventurers have all the valuable loot." Lorp pops as the two move along.
"He didn't really care about the lives of his men, and to be honest I'm glad he's dead. I should have taken a leak on his face." Ut grips his sword, giving an impressive image. You don't often see goblins wielding blades almost as large as they are.
"We could go back if you want."
"Naw, that would be a waste of good urine and time."
Lorp curses internally.
The voices of about nine males travel from a room to the right. Seven humans, one dwarf and an elf. "Hold up." Ut whispers to Lorp, holding his hand outstretched to his side. "How are we going to do this?" He mumbles to himself while squinting his eyes.
"I could go back and eat those goblins to gain some more mass, slide under the the door as a thin film, then reform at maximum size."
Ut turns to his slime companion. "You're a bit smarter than you let on." He rubs his chin for a moment. "Inspect the room, then we go with your plan."
Lorp raises a slimy appendage, "Yes Commander!" She salutes jokingly before sticking the same appendage under the door. Lorp's oozing arm snakes around the room unnoticed. By her natural slime perception she sees that the adventurers are gazing at a portrait of a gorgeous war-maiden.
"Glory to Pelor, what a beauty!"
"Finer than the crafts of the cavernous mountains!"
"A bounty worth stealing!"
"I'd be blessed to have such a woman!"
"Grander than the most lustrous jewels!"
Lorp retracts her arm, "Yeah, I'm going to eat them all." She slithers off to the previous room, leaving Ut alone.
Ut leans against the corridor wall, looking down at his boots. Much to his fear the wooden door of the room currently occupied by the adventurers creaks open.
Two men in armor emerge, one a head taller and with cloth covering his suit, while other is shorter. A dwarf and two clerics in chainmail come out second, then two thieves, a spellcaster, and a young-looking elf in plate armor.
"Oh boy." Ut grips his massive blade and bolts down the hallway.
"After him!" The robed and armored fighter shouts, leading the charge. Ut scurries across the rugged stone floor, screaming in his goblin language.
"Lorp, I could really use your help!" Ut strides down towards the room she would be in. With a splintering blow, the door is busted off of it's hinges and swallowed up by Lorp.
"I'm so fat now!" Lorp giggles and heaves her massive slime body at the adventurers, taking hold of the two fighters. The spellcaster quickly lights a torch, and chucks a flask of oil against the wall, breaking it and splashing it's contents onto Lorp. One of the paladins tosses the torch onto Lorp, alighting the oil.
Lorp's gooey flesh sizzles, but she fights through the horrendous pain, eating through the armor of the fighters.
The two thieves shoot arrows into the massive slime with no avail. Lorp regains a bit of her lost body mass, much to her satisfaction. Ut slides past Lorp carefully, and swings his sword with fury at the two fighters. Too busy with the slime, they fail to defend themselves and become engulfed by Lorp.
If Lorp could smile, she would. "Tasty," She wiggles in delight. The remaining party of adventurers cower and retreat in fear, not wanting to become a slime's next meal. Lorp begins to slither after them before Ut's blade blocks her path.
"Let them go."
"We won. Let the message spread that this castle is guarded by a giant slime and a goblin."
"That's pretty lame; just lemme go eat them."
"Well, they lost their two main fighters. Now their party is unbalanced and their doomed either way. Also, I don't really feel like fighting anymore today. I could have died if it wasn't for you."
Lorp jiggles with contentment. "What now?"
"I guess we'll see if they come back tommorrow." Ut shrugs, and sits down against the wall while Lorp settles next to him.
Weirdest fetishes on 2/27/2017 2:13:57 AM
Minnie, I love you.
Weirdest fetishes on 2/27/2017 2:09:58 AM
Ahh, that old trick.
RIP Bill Paxton on 2/27/2017 12:34:42 AM
May he rest in paradise. I pray his family will heal from their loss.
Writing Prompts Week #8 on 2/27/2017 12:29:55 AM
I like the style of this piece, very sturdy and especially vague and spooky at the end.
Writing Prompts Week #8 on 2/26/2017 8:10:34 PM
Is she the same person as Read4Ever?