| Please look over this for any mistakes in grammar, logic, or good writing. I'll update if I agree. Also, critiques would be appreciated. |
| Please look over this for any mistakes in grammar, logic, or good writing. I'll update if I agree. Also, critiques would be appreciated. |
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The World is a Stage -WIP--Basics-The World is a Stage -WIP-
Name: Davis Bruchard Age: 15 Gender: Male Species: Human Playwright Note: He has some OCD problems, and is no good at socializing.
-Family-
Parents: Tiana Verily, Martin Bruchard
Grandparents: Unwritten Siblings: Only Child Aunts & Uncles: Unwritten Nieces & Nephews: Unwritten Cousins: Unwritten Children: None. Grandkids: None.
-Appearance-
Coat/Skin/Scale color: His skin is white and pale. Hair Color: Brown Hair length: It is a little bit long, because he rarely cuts it.
Eye c


831, Servant of Lies-Basics-831, Servant of Lies
Name: 831 Age: 1 year Creation Date: October 6th Gender: Male Species: Anima Alignment: Lone Note: He disappears from time to time, always coming back with new cloth-skin. He always does strange things. He moves objects around, and tells odd things to people. His actions never seem to do anything. When asked about them he says, "I do what I must."
-Appearance-
Cloth-skin: It is silk and mostly black. His face is covered in blue that looks like it was splattered on there. Metal-frame: It


Drykit's DreamDryit's dreams were always like movies. Each one a different occurrence. He always went to the same place in the beginning. He was in the mist. All around him, it was. Surrounding him on all sides. Through the mist were the tunnels, each showing a glimpse into the scene beyond. The kit knew that entering any tunnel would take him to one part of his dream. The passage of time seemed to affect his dreams minimally, as he would hardly ever wake until each tunnel was explored.Drykit's Dream
Drykit stood in the familiar mist, and wondered what was in store for h


SpudSpudSpud
The Rise of a Potato
On November 12, 2005, there was a potato harvest. This particular harvest was outside Boise, Idaho on a small family farm. Little did they know what a poatato would go through to get to the top. They had a daughter who collected potatoes. Each harvest as a reward for a job well done, she selected one potato to add to her collection. Long ones, round ones, wrinkley ones, even ones shaped like people. This year was no different. She went to the pile to sort through. At the bottom, she found what she was looking for. It didnt stand out, but somehow s
SNES
Furry Pets
Scooby-Doo
fox mcloud
fox mcloud| Not all furry art is yiff. Remember, Scooby Doo was furry! |


Augen Auf - Prinz Der SpatenI took the card, Err thanks. She shook her head back and forth as if she was listening to music. I examined the card, it was amazing. The back had a set of twins on it, in reverse color. They were intertwined in a scary way. They stared at me with their five red eyes. I could see the suits of cards in the corners of the card. There were spades, diamonds, hearts, and clubs. I turned the card over; now the Jack of Spades stared at me. The young man on the card seemed to be judging me almost. He held his spear elegantlyAugen Auf - Prinz Der Spaten


Augen Auf - Chapter 1It is an interesting thing to look on ones own past. For when you relive events, you usually end up laughing at yourself. You see how foolish you were, how ignorant of what to do you were, and how silly your feelings were, and how silly your feelings were. Often though, it is the less funny things you focus on, you see your mistakes, happier paths you could have taken, and things you thought that you lost. Yes, looking backwards in time always promises to be a strange experience in deed, and whether it is a tragic or comedic path you took, you can bet you will laugh, and cry, at yourself. &nbsAugen Auf - Chapter 1
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| I am awesome. *flexes ego* big huh? |
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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There is no wrong way to write. That is why it is called writing. ~me
Kyle the whale says suicide is bad, kids! Talk to someone instead (like samiclayvivianmel!)
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So... yeah...
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There is no wrong way to write. That is why it is called writing. ~me
Kyle the whale says suicide is bad, kids! Talk to someone instead (like samiclayvivianmel!)
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So... yeah...
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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So... yeah...
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
(and if you're trying to avoid me, I'm a lot easier to avoid if I know who to hide from)
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There is no wrong way to write. That is why it is called writing. ~me
Kyle the whale says suicide is bad, kids! Talk to someone instead (like samiclayvivianmel!)
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So... yeah...
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There is no wrong way to write. That is why it is called writing. ~me
Kyle the whale says suicide is bad, kids! Talk to someone instead (like samiclayvivianmel!)
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So... yeah...
So how've you been?
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There is no wrong way to write. That is why it is called writing. ~me
Kyle the whale says suicide is bad, kids! Talk to someone instead (like samiclayvivianmel!)
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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So... yeah...
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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So... yeah...
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My imaginary god could beat your imaginary god... just saying
Sports are predictable, art can surprise you.
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