Anyways, have a Happy New Year~!
DR Fairytale - DR GodsYou find yourself in unexplored territory, or you think it has been unexplored. The map just happens to end from where you stand. A glimmer catches your eye as you start to hear voices getting closer to you.DR Fairytale - DR Gods by plumbunnies
"Despair or Hope?" "Despair or Hope?" "Despair or Hope?" "Despair…or Hope?"
You hear it from three- no, four distinct voices. The first two of laughter while the last two more authoritative. But from who? You can hear them circling around you as they jump, branch from branch, high up on the trees. You try to ponder it as the word, demons, crosses your mind. They start speaking to you again, giving you a new question.
"Chaos or Order?" "Chaos or Order?" "Chaos or Order?" "Chaos…or Order?"
You hear them stop. You spot them facing you. Three of them are still hanging on the trees while the fourth stood upright and began walking towards you. He had a pure glimmer in his large eyes.
"For awakening us," he said in a more calm and gentle manner, "you will be given gifts from
Pierced MindThe words are like needlesPierced Mind by plumbunnies
Toying with my mind
Telling me one thing
Truth is another
The words attempt to pierce my mind
Telling how to think
Telling how to breathe
They will have my body but
They will not have my mind.
Tick, tick, tickTick, tick, tickTick, tick, tick by plumbunnies
The hours roll by
As I'm trapped inside...
I can dream...
where ever I want...
when ever I want...
...Inside My Mind
But candles melt...
going round and round...
...even though I've escaped...
One hour...two hours...three.
But I'm trapped...
Not just inside my fantasy world
But of time itself
things to do...
people to see...
places to visit...
between the 'have to's and 'want to's
but why can't they go hand in hand?
what if the doors are the keys themselves?
using time to release the fantasy
having the fantasy for time to be worthwhile
but in the meantime...
seconds to minutes
minutes to hours
hours to days
tick, tick, tick
The Terrifying GorgerThe Terrifying Gorger by Evil-Stan
Name: Gregor Samsa
Name: Gorger (Smith or Ex or whatever slap dash moniker lets him into large cities)
Age: Gregor is thirty, Gorger is technically twenty one years old, having been created fully formed when Gregor was nine.
Height: Gregor is 5'9'', Gorger is 6'2''
Weight: Gregor is a malnourished 110 lbs. Gorger lives up to his namesake, but prefers to gain density as opposed to visible mass. He is 200 pounds.
Background: Gregor had a German father and a Ukrainian mother. Gorger has no blood, and, by proxy, no DNA. Gregor was born in Alaska. Gorger was created in Gregor's head.
Gregor Samsa was an average, All American, Joe Everyman.
His hair was a dull brown bowl cut, flecked with gray. His eye color was the reverse of this. His face was plain and unmarked. He was barely noticeable and instantly forgettable.
Most maniacs are stopped dead early on in their careers because they ring very deep alarm bells in the people they meet. The alarm bells state very clearl
|For the contest, I think the bare minimum to try to reach is the amount for two 3-months for 2 SECOND Places. I got the First Places from a friend but second place is no different than third right now.|
Is it really true that the only options for points is 3-months and 12-months? That sucks.