

Dramatic Speech PracticeThe snow fell over the city as I walked, the Grey clouds hung over the city so ominously, the old carcasses of the abandoned buildings slowly withering with the ages, soon to be forgotten. The snowflakes falling and hitting my face, stabbing like cold needles, but it felt better than the pain of loneliness.Dramatic Speech Practice
I walk as time passed, my pocket watch ticked to itself quietly, as time itself withered away the souls stuck in it's inescapable flow. I question, why do we live? What is there for us in life? Does it have meaning, or is it all for naught? Then, why do I live? My life has turned for the worse, so why go on? To see if there is


End of Rapture -old version-The end of Rapture: PrologueEnd of Rapture -old version-
Location: South America, Brazil, Wakefield city Date: April 13 2028 Day: Tuesday Time 6:00 a.m. Sunrise
The sun rose upon the city by the name of Wakefield, a city of the lost. A small city for refugees of the second depression, outcasts of society; and runaways from The Great Divide war. A city of lost and confused souls left in ruin of the great doom, where those without a place or home find residence among the streets.
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The Lost play from ShakespeareThou hast been deemed worthy of holding the stick of Sean Connery, and will receive blessings of shiny weasel chocolate and various tidings of orange flavored moose liquids. What? Thou hast refused!? Then thou is deemed a heretic against remonade! Thou will be smited with flaming hamsters of light! And Chuck Norris will ascend from the heavens to castrate thee with the teeth of a catholic preist! Cursed thy moose of the heretic, for thou shall feel the sting of a blow of a smack needle delivered by Kurt Cobain. Thou must repent for thou's sins. Take these offerings of blue vibrators and a roll ex watch that has been found in the Collen of DicThe Lost play from Shakespeare


Jonathan Maurath RylerGeneral info --------------- Full name: Jonathan Maurath RylerJonathan Maurath Ryler
DOB: June 3rd, 2000
Age: 28 ---------------
Physical --------------- Species: Were-wolf (natural Were-wolf)
Height:5' 6"
Weight:170 lbs.
Gender: Male
Fur color:Black with red tiger style stripes (Rare genetic mutation, considered minor.)
Eye color:Cobalt blue with teal bordering ring around pupil (Also rare genetic mutation, like fur.)
Hair: A black shag with res streaks
Body Build: Toned muscles.
Blood type: A
| Hey... that's new! Anyways, Hello, I be the man known as Nuclear-Jonny, Which happens too be my name my nick name my friends call me. But this is merely coincidence and has no relevance what so ever, and if your thinking it does, then you are obviously stupid as a ravenous bug blatter beast of traal. Now, how I came to join dA was I use to come to this site all the time but didn't have an account. But after a long time I wanted to join dA so I could comment and fave on most peoples art, and from there, it really grew on me. I have also taken the style of writing for my muse in art. I love writing and reading, and always have a book with me. My personal favorite author has too be Douglas Adams, who wrote the inaccurately named 5 part trilogy of books, The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a very funny and entertaining series of books. My favorite kinda music is rock, punk and metal. And I'm not talking about that alternative crap, I mean the real hard, true, and raw sound of ROCK! I have a lot of favorite bands, so it's hard to choose one. If your curious, I am bisexual. Don't really know why, when, and how... but hey... I know that I am. hate on me, accuse me, label me, honestly I wont care, your views are yours, mine are mine. Variety is the spice of life, after all. And a shout to my friends! If any of you need someone to talk to, I am always here for you all! WARNING: Exposure to me may result in being smothered in love, hugs, cookies, and various cancers... |
At eight O clock me true love said,
The cock will crow in my barn hay,
To her with pack, from battle back,
I journeyed home for a many a day,
At nine O clock she me forsook,
And docked my cousin in her brook,
I swiped me pistols from my pack,
And told them I sought satisfaction.
At ten O clock we took our stand,
And wrongful did I strike the band,
At battles drum me cousin called
Ill have your brits on pistol balls
11 devils rang the bell
The day I shot that whore to hell,
Her nearing prince I blew him too
Then bade his dogs come form a queue
At 12 O clock the judge he said
We hang ye bastards till ye dead
So traveller hear me warn in plain
Dont shoot four people in the brain.
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smile like you mean it C:
BIGBIGBIG smile now,
say cheeeeeeese C:
:3
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NEW STORY INFO FOUND HERE!!!
STORY INFO
Battle me With Pokemon or Brawl,
Poke/Brawl Battle Info
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Just keep movin' (:
RIP Michael Jackson, King of Pop
P + C forever
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Drake: ................ T_T *Human, sitting on his bed*
Luna: ......... =w= *asleep next to Drake, Pokemon*
Drake: *Looks at Luna and then at the floor, takes off his glasses and covers his face with his hands*
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- go to #LonlyHeartClub
and life never goes on.
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Youtube Account: [link]
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Love Is Love No Matter Who You Find It In.
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
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Drake: ................ T_T *Human, sitting on his bed*
Luna: ......... =w= *asleep next to Drake, Pokemon*
Drake: *Looks at Luna and then at the floor, takes off his glasses and covers his face with his hands*
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