eshspoyeofdoom, The Wordsmith
Good god, what is this...
Recent PostsActually Tim and Chris on 12/2/2016 4:20:25 AM
NOT LIKE THIS!
What Are You Thankful For? on 11/26/2016 4:47:30 PM
I am thankful for our lord and savior, Jesus Christ, for guiding me towards the heavens whilst creating good and repelling evil on this earth. I am thankful for the Father, Son and Holy Spirit for helping me accept them into my heart when times are dark.
I am thankful for the last prophet Muhammad and the beautiful scriptures he wrote that led me to love Allah the highest. I shall fast during Ramadan, break it at Eid and pilgrimage to Mecca.
I am thankful for Brahma (the holy creator), Vishnu (the preserver), Shiva (the destroyer) and all the other gods for protecting me throughout my existence.
I am thankful for Buddha, for he has helped me find balance in my life. He helped me accept that when there is bad... there is good. That charity, kindness and good deeds will help my soul find a better life.
I am thankful for Yahweh. He has shown us the Torah and the Tanakh. He protected us in our times of need, brought down those who sinned heavily and shown us that he is the true god.
I am thankful for the dankest of memes. It brought stability, truth and faith in my life. May harambe, his soul the purest, watch over us in our times of need and pain.
America, what have you done? on 11/9/2016 3:19:46 AM
The Americans have their months and days swapped around.
Weird, I know.
America, what have you done? on 11/9/2016 2:56:53 AM
Well done America...
You've done it this time.
October Co-Author Spooky Story Contest on 10/26/2016 11:40:51 AM
She never told me that she was leaving...
It's weird 'cause, we were determined to finish the story on time. We also had an entire series planned and detailed to the bone.
I decided it would be appropriate to drop out. If she comes back... at least I could say that I didn't submit an incomplete story.
Figured we needed another poetry thread. on 10/25/2016 1:17:43 PM
(I can't poetry for shit... but here goes nothing...)
Oh Nature! Oh nature!
Oh sweet Mother Nature!
Please take me back to where I belong!
Not in the concrete jungles,
Of London or Bristol!
But back home to the farm,
Where I shall not be harmed!
Oh Nature! Oh Nature!
Please take me back to where I belong!
Sometimes I dream of feisty red petals,
Or bright green fields of stinging nettles.
A bright golden path leads down to the river,
Where my mother once had delivered,
Amongst the timber wood trees,
And the animal feces,
A bouncing young girl was born,
Before riding off into the sunset,
With a majestic unicorn!
When I wake, I’m greeted with a stench,
So horrible, it killed off the French.
The city is filled with garbage and trash,
Not to mention the gas that gave me a rash.
A dirty man grumbles, ‘Hello’ when I buy stuff,
And a group of thugs tryin’ to look rough.
“Disgusting! Disgusting!” I cry!
To a friend, who turned out was bi.
“I’ve had it!” I scream,
Rage in my bloodstream.
I pack my suitcase ‘till it’s burstin’
And leave as I catch a dude jerkin’
I’ve had enough of the city,
That place was not pretty!
I catch a bus back to the country,
Before I realise, I’m sitting next to a junkie.
October Co-Author Spooky Story Contest on 10/25/2016 5:57:37 AM
What a shame...
Amusing on 10/20/2016 2:33:02 PM
I replied to it :p
Best Supervillain Experience? (Nother Vidyababble) on 10/19/2016 3:26:14 PM
Hotline Miami would be more of a violent vigilante game. It's a indie, 2D top down action produced in 2012 by Dennaton Games. There's not much of a plot in the first game but instead, more focused on action and sweet sweet blood.
If you've played Payday 2... you've definitely heard of this game before. I mean... here's a DLC trailer that links HM to Payday.
I can't say that I prefer the sequel over the original, because I don't. However, I recommend that you blow all your money both games. Gameplay is pretty much the same in both games, storyline is more developed in the second game but I beg you to start the first game. Here's a trailer of the second game.
WARNING: Don't play unless you want to rage your balls off. 'Cause that's gonna happen.
Writing Prompts #18 on 10/18/2016 3:29:32 PM
Second prompt. 557 words.
Halvor wipes the crimson blood off his sword. He sighs, a wisp of steam trails out of his mouth, before glancing at his sister. A slightly petite woman with a hooded lavender cape, which covers her back and spills onto the marble floor. She’s standing over a pleading man, begging for his life to spared. His chest plate has been broken into two and arms raised in surrender.
“Be easy on him, Veronika,” Halvor groans. This was about the raid of the castle, the victorious murder of ‘King’ Åsmund, and the heroic shattering of a tyrannical empire. This was revenge on that one person… not the slaughter of the innocent.
“Like hell I would,” she replies coldly as a twisting purple ring starts to form on her outstretched palm. The man has given up pleading, now cowering in fear as his inevitable end creeps closer.
Halvor strides to Veronika, pushing her hand down. Her face morphs into a look of anger before Halvor flashes her a warning glance.
“This man doesn’t deserve to die,” Halvor explains softly, “He probably has a family… or something.” He turns his back to the soldier to face Veronika, “Don’t you have any empathy for the common? Isn’t that what our cause is for?”
Before Halvor can continue, the roar of the man is heard behind him. Halvor turns around to see the man with a raised dagger, sharp as a sword, charging to him. Veronika pushes Halvor out of the way before firing a blast of darkness to the man’s head.
It vaporises, leaving behind a stream of blood trailing out of his perfectly severed neck. The remaining body falls back before the duo as Halvor stares in shock. Veronika then turns to Halvor, face full of rage.
“He worked for empire. Look at his chest, does it not have the insignia of union?” Veronika barks, “Know who your enemies really are before you spare them!” She swishes around towards waiting double doors.
Halvor gets up, catching his breath. A sheepish pain crawling from the depths of his soul reminds him that he should trust his sister more often. He walks towards the towering double doors, stopping next to his sister. For the first time, he notices how intricate and… well… beautiful the carvings were. Tangling laces twirl with the lush flowers, laced with gold.
“Sorry about that,” Halvor apologises, “I just wanted to make sure you knew why we were here in the first place.”
“What happened back in home was 3 years ago… I know it hit you hard but… we have more people that depend on us now,” he expands whilst feeling the carvings, “ We’ve worked towards this moment ever since… let’s make sure it was worthwhile…”
“It’s fine…” Veronika whispers, tears forming in his eyes as she vividly remembers that fateful night 3 years ago. The massacre still leaves a deep impression on her. She notices that Halvor is occupied with the carvings, “It’s a nice door…” she sniffles.
“Yeah… it’s a shame,” Halvor murmurs as he draws his sword, “You ready for this?”
Veronika wipes the tears off her face then grins, “Yup,” before kicking the door open.
They’re greeted with an ocean of knights with edged spears pointed at the pair. Veronika opens her palms, golden wisps of smoke seep out as she smirks, “Hey boys!”