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Master chef was walk down corrider on in deep inside halo. his entire squd is died from viscous covenent attack, but he revenged them and killed all covenent enemys who atack. his objective is to find halos core and blow it up, so no covenent can kill humans again. suddenly 2 elites came out with guns firing. they said “mister cheif we will kill you with our guns” and they laughed. master cheif yelled at them “you will not” nad fired rickets at them. the explosion killed one but they other was only knicked down. chief ran fast to where he was a grabed his neck and said “you will tell me where the halo core is” and shok him with anger. “hahaha i will not” and he died. sudenly there was a bright green flash in another room. “huters” tunked chief. he ran in but it was not hunters, it was demons! one demon ran to where chif was and bit his rockets and they blew up. chief got knocked down and had no shields. sudenly there was a flash in another room. he got up and ran there, and saw a man fighting many demons wtih shotguns and fists. it was doomguy. he pucnhed demon in face and it exploide. suddenly a impy on cam therw fire at him. he shot back with shotgun and hit fella nd died. thjere was another green flash and a giant one came and shot him with more fire, but he fired rockets at him and it died. there was one more and a giant pink demon with goat feet came out and roared at him. he fired plasmas at him for some and then stopped. he looked down at hands covered in demon blood from head and put the plasma guns away. then he jumped to demon and grabed his horns and said “i will kill your body with these hands” and he did. More covenet came when they heard demon figt. they saw minst chief and said “is the demon, kill” and they tried, but they were killed instead. doomguy said to master chief, “are you demon too? if you arew i have to kil you cause you ar edmeon." master chirgf dsaid “no i am not but we will fight anywayy” master chief pulled out is plasma gun ans fired at doomguy, but doomguy laguhed and said “that wont hurt me i have the blue amor." but it did a little but he lied and pulled out his chingun. hwe ducked beinhfd demon corpse and fiured at chief. the bulledts idnt kill him but they hurt his shields. “damn, he has armor so bullets nstnt dwork. i ave to use lasers. so he pulled out his plasma gun. “my plasma gun is better thans uerts is meister chief” and he fiered many plasma at his face. “oh noe” said chief “guns ate my weakness and now i have no shields." so he fured mashiedne gun at doomguy. he hit his arm and plasma rifle fell to ground. “damn, i stil had payments for that. paymets to HELL” he fired shutgun at chief instead. “no my health” and his sield came back. doomguy was mas. “grrr i still have blue armor tho. i will kill you with my bear hands." he ran to chief and fight him with his fists. he puched chief in face and he fell. “oh yeah” said cheif, and he pucnhed doomguy back. they kept figting and suddenly there was another flash. a giant cyberdemon came and said “i have found you at last doomguy” and shot rckers at him. doom guy and cmater chief looked at him and fired guns and the demon fell. “thanks for helping me beat the demon” said doomguy. “no problem, now we fight” siad master chief. so doomguy pulled out ehs bfg and shot master chief snd he died.

THEE ND

Nothingness as far as the eye can see. Even further, actually. Nothing lies within the walls of this infinite universe. Nothing, that is, except Him. The Son of Sorrow. Whose name has been unspoken by any who know of his sin. He was Mayhem. Taboo. Hatred. Disgust. Calamity. Pandemonium. His name… Not even he could remember his true name. Here he sits, in vast nothingness. His eyes blank. Nothing fills his downward gaze. He was locked here millions of years ago for a crime most unforgivable. His gaze wasn’t always so empty. For the first thousand years he was calm. Then insanity. Searching for ways out. For ways back to his brother. Then, Nothing. Not a glimmer of life filled him anymore. Lost in thought for more years than he could remember. His downward gaze aching. His robes torn. But, His features absolutely perfect. But still nothing. Absolute nothing…
Then it happened. That spark in his eye as he realized the answer after so very long. He began to laugh with a certain maniacal ring to it. His brother was the answer. The brother who was locked in a similar prison of nothingness. His brother, whose power far surpassed his own. Jehovah. Surely Jehovah was as eager to escape as he was. If he could establish a link to his brother from here, perhaps he can get him to open the cell from the outside. Perhaps Jehovah could find the door that his brother had spent millions, perhaps billions, of years searching for. Jehovah was, after all, the smarter of the two. His smile widened as he closed his eyes.
Another immeasurable amount of time passed before he was able to connect with Jehovah. But was this really the evil being he knew as his brother? Caring for lesser beings? Creating peace throughout a universe he created inside his cell? Surely this was some kind of joke. Time after time he tried sending messages to Jehovah, but each was overlooked, as though he had forgotten who he was. What he had done. There was but one option. Re-corruption. Perhaps if he could corrupt this seemingly perfect Jehovah, he could find the brother he once knew. But alas, Jehovah was too powerful for Him to send commands or thoughts to. But, Jehovah’s creations were not. If he could send all of Jehovah’s creations into chaos and hatred, maybe, just maybe, Jehovah will remember the past he had forgotten, and return to his evil roots, and his brother’s aid.
Thought after thought sent to being after being. Only 2 places remain untouched by this evil. The first was Eden, the garden valley that those holy figures known as Saints roam. The second, Atlantis, a city created by the humans to honor Jehovah and apologies for the sins they committed in the past. Perhaps those were weak points. Perhaps that is why they are guarded so well. Lucky for Him, there were ways to get to those points without using his power directly. Patience was the key to this ever-expanding prison of nothingness. He would soon be free from his eternal prison. Free to return to the world he once knew. Free to bring about what he planned to before.

my bad, that last one sounds like a stupid question, i just realized that you’re probably not.

Das Wolf wrote: BORED


When masturbation has lost its charm
perhaps you try the other arm
If this don’t work and your feeling glum
Tabasco sauce can make things fun
just dash some on and rub away
No longer bored but terrible pain
run around right mad and quick
how the hell did i burn my dick
to the sink you will go
or perhaps the garden hose
soon enough the burn will stop
you realize then you have your cock
all exposed for all to see
once again you surely flee
taking off your manhood flailing
half way there you hear the wailing
someone hurry and hurry quick
there goes junior and his prick
They come running the massive hoard
I guessing someones no longer bored.




THE BAD TWINKIE


Twinkies rock
they taste so good
the little sponge fingers
taste just like they should

They’re wrapped up and golden
filled with cream but not cum
unless you are lonely
and desperate for fun

so if you’re a pervert
and self fill your snack
be a good bloke
and DONT put them back

For if you have flat mates
and they do not take care
they might take a cum one
and find some curled hair

Worse even still
they may take a bite
on realizing the contents
their face will turn white

then watch them hurl
all over the floor
the remains of the Twinkie
will be thrown out the door

the rumors will spread
they’ll come thick and quick
there goes the guy
who eats twinkles with dick

so next time you get peckish
and you reach for the sponge
ask your self this
is this someones fun?





THE MORE YOU KNOW



Knowledge is power
the power to know
to battle be used
or only for show

If you want power
it’s knowledge you seek
it can turn strong
the timid and weak

if someone confronts you
and you get quite rattled
you can use knowledge
insted of id-ot prattle

so arm yourself well
prepare for your life
aided by knowledge
you can dodge fates cruel knife

fore those with the smarts
will surely do well
dashed to the wayside
the unarmed have fell




MVC BY NIGHT
all was quiet in MVC house
nobody stirred
no even a mouse
I pace back and forth
looking a yonder
who is up also
that indeed do I wonder
I called to P.Moore
from new Zealand is he
I shouted out loudly
No reply I received
An echo sounds out
the noise does rebound
Of these empty halls
my voice is that sound
I sit and I wait
for the ol pitter patter
of familiar feet
and MVC chatter
fore for you it is night
and for me it is day
I guess we will chat
some other day.

lolz that was very amusing, and original.
i would like to see some of your artwork, i love to draw.
i am from new zealand, are you from here as well?

Goodnight - By Me

May we rest tonight, in our own separate worlds.
Take dreams in the minds of our hearts and hold onto them as best we can.
May we pray that tomorrow be a better day
And the miseries of today be only a bad dream.

Let me hold your hand through the hardships of your life
And use these wings I hold on my back to fly you to a better tomorrow.
Today may be hard, unjust, and downright horrible,
But let me show you that I can show you the way to happiness.

Time is all I need
Just a little more time
But when the time comes, let me take your hand and show you the perfection we both hold in our lives.
Let me show you the happiness and joy that this world holds

Today may be miserable
Yesterday may have been worse
But hold on tight
Because tomorrow is where perfection lies through you and me.

If I die

If I die tomorrow will you be ok with that
Will you be alright with the way we left things
Will your grieving be more then it should be
Will you grieve me enough
Will you stand up and say
I loved her in my own way
Will you comfort my Parents
Even in your own grief
Will you even grieve me
Would you be able to look my mother in the eye
And say I tried to make everything right

I would grieve you
I would miss you
I would show my love for you in some way
I would not be okay with your death
They way things are
Will I grieve you too much
I would comfort your family
Like I always do
Would it be agony
Would it be

Bump.

Voyager wrote: It needs proofreading and editing. It appears to be written by a high school students for other high school students. It moves slowly and pedantly but with proper literature studies and college level writing courses you have potential. Keep writing, proofreading your writing and studying grammatics and spelling and you could have a future in fiction. I wouldn’t limit myself to gore. It appeals to teens but not older audiences. Keep up working though. If you improve some I see publication in your future.

i know it needs editing hehe, as for gore, really not alot of it actually...i just posted the gory part (thats basically it) thats for the feed back though :P


ps. Steven King is way more gory and creepy and he has a huge audience that ranges from teens to adults, so gore doesn’t only appeal to teens hehe

It needs proofreading and editing. It appears to be written by a high school students for other high school students. It moves slowly and pedantly but with proper literature studies and college level writing courses you have potential. Keep writing, proofreading your writing and studying grammatics and spelling and you could have a future in fiction. I wouldn’t limit myself to gore. It appeals to teens but not older audiences. Keep up working though. If you improve some I see publication in your future.

let me know what yall think :P