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Is it interesting yet?
    Two kights and their horses align themselves for a joust. One, clad in ornate silver armor with bronze gilding around the joint and an intricate grilled helmet sporting a purple plume. He expertly hauls his large, shining lance to his side, a small shield in the other.
    And as righteous he looked, his opponent looked equally and oppositely exquisite. Dark colored metal twisted around his limbs, his helmet was smooth in the front, with only two empty eyeholes interrupting the visor, as it sloped back to a point. The most interesting feature of this individual, however, was the corperal horse on which he was mounted, with it's equine skull replaced by one whose maw contained a vicious, circular set of teeth.
    The knights stared each other down, the dark one receiving a barbed lance out of one of the myriad of black scars in space that seemed to permeate the air around the unholy horse.
    Suddenly both warriors began their collision. As
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Literature
The Scald
     The jubilant cries and coos echoing down Baron Francis Wit's dining halls belayed his assistant from informing him that the entertainment had arived. The lithe young woman persisted and tapped on the rotund lord's shoulder, until finally he twist to face her with such energy that his silver goblet slipped out of his hand and drenched the poor maid in his drink. Her modest white and blue robes now stained purple with wine. She shrieked and began to tremble, trying to squeeze the news out:
     "Sir th-the bard has arri-" Her sentence was cut short as the Baron once again spun to face the nobles gathered at his table.  "Oh course!" He exclaimed, "That hag has made it!" He began to lead his dinner guest into a bout of triumphant laughter, but promptly began weezing and coughing. The dinner guest seemed not to notice, but once an odd figure graced the doorway, the hysteria quickly settled into eerie silence as everyone turned
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Literature
Now we've done it
     People running and shouting and running and existing.
     The idea that those things could coexist and in that moment of time be the only point of living was intriguing. A portion of you life devoted solely to running and screaming.
     A hand shook me violently then flung me along with it as a smoke cloud reluctantly let go of my foot. The man spoke words but they did not register with my brain as well as my own thoughts did. He pulled me several blocks away from the calamity, and the sights we saw on the way.
     People running exposed because they lost their shirt in the fire. A man carrying a woman carrying a child carrying a toy. She dropped the toy, and almost jumped out of mer mothers amrs to retrieve her stuffed bear, her childhood sanity.
     The man pushed open a door and sit me down in a corner. He once again spoke and once again I did not lis
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We're too good to be alive
     I will die someday, because I am human.
And when I die, I don't want to be sober when it happens. Tobacco, alcohol, weed, cocaine, oxaycotin, hydro, LSD, heroin, meth, anything. I don't want to be in my right mind when it happens. I don't want to be in reality when it happens. I don't want to be in reality ever. No one deserve to be strapped into the eternal, indiscriminate, immoral stretching rack that is reality.
     Who has honestly woken up from a dream, hell, even a nightmare, and said "You kno what, being awake is better than that!"  No. No one. No fucking one in the entire history of people who want to be dead (everyone) has anyone not wanted to fall asleep, to smoke one more bowl, to snort one last line, to mainline one last time.
     All of society is too forget reality. You work a job you hate so you can buy things you don't need to make sure you don't realize how shitty your life is b
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My Depression
    I awake in a large city. The building are simply tall, grey squares, rising into the sky at varying hieghts. Looking around, I discover everything is coated in a boring, blnd, gray, except for the sky. It is avibrant baby blue, with the clouds being combinations of blues, yellows, oranges, and greens. I pull my self up, completely un-enthusiastically, and walk down what ever street is presented infront of me. There are no cars, and there isn't even a dividing line in the road or stop lights in the intersections. Every once in a while, there is a ghost like figure, floating along the side walk, whose body appears to be made of a thin cloth and whose head is simply a wireframe pyramid. When I attempt to talk to one of these beings, they either ignore me or blabber on about some uninteresting subject that they usually have no knowledge about. I continue walking until I am back where I started, then fall asleep in the same spot. The sun never rises, sets, or even ap
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Frenzy 1
     The congregation of people around the gallows was choking people closer and closer to the execution device. On it hung three people, two men and a woman. They were blindfolded, bound, and stood on their tiptoes so the noose didn't choke them. A man, dressed in black robes stood at a podium to the right of the setup, surrounded by armor clad guards. The he was delivering a speech, the poison dripping off his words made me sick. Thank god it was almost over.
     "...and the punishment for their public crimes being public death. As an addendum, any of those who side with the enemy who may be in the crowd, I will allow you to reveal yourself, and face a light jailment." I shrunk into the crowd. No one stepped up. The man turned away from the podium and walked into the official building behind him, followed by a troop of guards. The remaining soldiers operated the gallows. The trapdoors swung open under the feet of the men and women, w
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Literature
Steampunk Heroes 2
     Shards of rock lay destroyed in the palm of one young man. His eyes over flowed with tears, the dust settling in them. Clutching the dust and pebbles in his left hand, he slowly turned around and faced his nemesis. The man stood with only sack cloth pantaloons, and steel sword in either hand. Staring him in the eye, the sword wielder put his weapons in their scabbard of rope, and progressed towards the boy. An outstretched hand almost laid steel encased finger tips upon the boy's cranium, but he threw his open left arm forward, smothering the armed man with debris. Clutching his eyes, he fell backwards, onto the hard wooden deck of his airship. The boy pounced on his enemy, and fist after fist was pounded into the man's body and face. Brass rivets underneath the beaten cranium rattled free, the dented wood releasing its grip on them.
     And before a thousandth hit could've been made, the boy stopped, looked down, and saw a refine
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Steampunk Heroes
     Morning fog parted to allow passage for the bulbous ballon of the airship "Playwrights Progress". The wooden hull never follwed; the ropes connecting the two were seared and aflame. A lone figure, latched onto one of the ropes, spout an inferno from its outstrecthed arm. It maliciously attacked the flotation device, deflating the contraption in seconds. The figure let its grip loosen, and it slid and fell into the dense layer of clouds. From the bottom, he shot out with a trail of fire and a parachute-glider connected to its shoulder-blades and legs. Launching towards the ground at break-neck speeds, the fire trail extinguished, replaced by a multi-chromatic water trail.
     The ground finally in reach, it began to flatten its trajectory. However, the city in view was approching too fast to stop completely. It smashed, head first, into a canal, interrupting the passage of several steam boats. Resurfacing several feet from its impa
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Kai
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I'm mostly a writer, but most of my content will consist of my personal photography.
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I guess I'm back.
I've still been writing, and I've started a persistent project, to create a fictitious fantasy world, with a consistent history and timeline, which will play host to several stories, and hopefully novels. My main inspirations for this whole ordeal are the Elder Scrolls and Dark Souls videogames, of which I adore both of their mythos, and also things such as the Lord of the Rings.
This place will mostly be for sharing bits of this thing and to receive criticism.

There will also probably be some other stuff, but it'll mostly be this unnamed project on here. Right after this I'm going to upload a small sheet of data concerning one of the six species that will inhabit this world.

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LivyR Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2011
Thank you for the llama, sir! :D
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artandattitude Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2011  Student Photographer
Thank you so much for the watch!
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AliasKai Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
No problem.
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artandattitude Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2011  Student Photographer
Thanks for faving Remember the Fallen. And welcome to dA.
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AliasKai Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the welcome. And no problem, I really liked that photo.
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artandattitude Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2011  Student Photographer
Thank you.
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LivyR Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2011
YAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Welcome to dA!! :D
Told ya so. xD
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