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Topics - DemonConvival

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Starter Gallery / The Demon's crappy Art Gallery. Grr.
« on: November 26, 2012, 04:49:20 PM »
It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to post a picture on the interweb. Don't laugh, I'm no good with technology. :T

Ok, so this is Justina from a video game (Magna Carta) that I tried to draw myself.   



I messed up sooo bad with the leg and hair. Drawing the hair itself made me cry multiple times as I tried to get the strands to . . . 'flow' . . . Gah!

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"Quick! Brye, what's 8+a6=50!?" hollered Mr. Resgeift.

"Oh crud! Uhm, 50?" Brye answered with surprise. 

 That's what he gets for putting grass in my hair. I knew what he was doing, but I really didn't want to lift my head up. I need to get more sleep.

Some people snickered at his response while others didn't try to hide their laughter. This class is obnoxious as *censored*.

"INCORRRECT" he shrieked like a mad man. Soon after an object whizzed by me.

I have no idea what the hell happened. My head was still flat on the ground; but I'm postive someone next to me made a loud impact towards the earthy surface.

"Pow! Right in the kisser!" remarked Ingram with his voice as sweet as honey. I don't know, something along those lines.

Now I was curious. Once I slowly raised myself from the grass, my head swung to the side. Even with my  partially blurred vision, I could make out Brye's figure spread on the ground with an indent engraved on his big ass forehead.

He laid there like a fool; mouth agape looking eligable enough to be tea-bagged.

"Haha." some kid named Weiss laughed half-heartedly, pointing a finger towards my currently disabled friend.

I ignored this ludicrousy and sat criss-crossed, facing our math teacher Mr.Resgeift. What the hell happened to my glasses?

He stood in front of the goal point, most likely looking as proud as my father was once he found out he was HIV postive. The doctor had to explain to him that he could possibly die from this; that turned the tables quite quickly.

"Weiss! You want some chalk in your face as well!? You know I never miss!" he looked prepared to pull out another white stick from his expensive buisness suit.

"What!? Why am I the bad guy all of a sudden? Did you not hear Ingrams snide remark!?" My super smarts couldn't help agreeing to that justified fact. Ingram always escaped from bad situations. Always.

"Of course I heard him; but he complimented my perfect shot, unlike your ungrateful a-"

"Oh my goodness!" Ruismarie yelped. Before my glance could reach her, she was up and running as fast as me sprinting across this field.

In other words she was *censored*ing slower than Santa Claus without his reindeers.

Albeit, instead of 'Ho, Ho, Ho'. Ruisemarie was chanting 'Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!' Probably had her menstrual cycle without notice again. Everyone in 8C knew of this problem.

. . .Run bitch run! On second thought, I take back that comment. Ruis is a kind girl; she doesn't deserve discrimination from me.

One time she allowed me to brush her hair. Even though there were a lot of pink tresses tangled up in the comb and she countlessly shouted, 'Ow Lyell not so rough!', I enjoyed myself, I'm sure she did to. Good times, good times.

Seriously who the *censored* stole my glasses? If my pistol were in my sea grean East Face backpack, I would not hestitate to pop a cap in their trifling ass. Real talk.

Mr. Resgeift clapped twice and announced, "Okay kiddy's pack your trash school's finally over."

A guy who's name escapes me even after approximetly a month of school retorted, "But Mister, this is only first period! School just started how are w- "

"Lyell stay clear!" I knew what he was going to do, so I ducked my head and, "OW!" Yup.

"Mr. Resgeift, I wouldn't mind leaving extra early at all. We stopped learning useful tools to help us in our future lives after we went into reccesion during 2020. It's 2033 and I'm still at lost prior to what our new president is doing with this deadbeat economy." I said this in one breath.

Even though I talk with intelligence, most of the times I'm spewing out big words to make me sound smart, and I also spread out invalid facts.

What I just stated about the economy is one of them; no *censored*ing clue what I'm talkin' 'bout.

"Despite the fact of being older than you by ten years, therefore wiser. . . I have no idea what you just said. But I don't watch the news so who am I to talk? See you tommorow Lyell."

Wow, what a sucker.

Once I stood up, some jerk had the nerve to throw an inanimate object directly towards the back of my head.

"Here's your glasses, I stole them from you when you were asleep. Not that I watch you while you sleep or anything like that. That's just creepy *fake cough* Oh look at that I have swine flu, best be going. Bye everybody else!" he chirped speed-walking to the entrance.

The rest of 8C packed their luggage as well, Brye already long gone. I adjusted my cool rimless glases, which made me look one-thousand times more intellictual, and left the vast soccer field.

My bag was previously attached to my back, I usually kept it on me 24/7. Without doing so I felt naked.

A pale hand from the corner of my eyesight grasped my shoulder; afterwards came a pair of moist lips as wet as Niagra Falls licking my earlobe.

"Hey baby, I missed you." He whispered devilishly.

 Oh. Hell. No.

I kept walking, not bothering to look behind me as I wiped the gooey residue off my *censored*ing ear. Had no one saw what he just did to me?

My head whipped around. Nearly everyone, including our teacher, had entered the back entrance to Chivalry Middle School. Just my luck. Byre was right, I need to hustle faster.

The silver haired future rapist latched on to the straps of my back-pack. *censored*; now he was behind me, following each move I took. This is unjust, I shall not settle for this madness!

"Satan's lovechild, get away from me. I am not amused by your acts of trivalry." That shut him up. Not only that, but he let go of my straps.

Even though I'm thirteen and athiest, God did something beneficial for once. Amen to that.

"I wasn't trying to amuse you my little cherub; I'm happy you thought so though. By the way, I will come back. One day I will come for dat ass, and you'll be begging for my love handles more than Brihanna begged for Tris Crown to stop abusing her."

Lucifer's demon child left it at that and brushed past me, purposelly hitting my shoulder.

I merely tsked, shaking my head in pity for him. I'm nobody's ho, nor am I homosexual. I slammed open the entrance door.

Just you wait Ingram. I will bring my gun in tommorow, and you'll regret your sexual advances for the past two years!

And I left the school, heading straight to Byre's house so we could get *censored* in motion. No seriously, we have a book report that's due on Friday, and we only have three days, including today, to finish it.

Sure, Mrs. O'reiy gave us 3 weeks to do it, but I do not have time for stupid crap such as, 'book reports'. I only have time for Terra Mictio Online. Best MMORPG evar. I waste most of my life on that *censored*.

Just the thought of it made caused me to start humming the battle theme. Damn, todays going to be a long year.

 (?°?°??

 Somewhere on the school's soccer field, stood a lone figure with pink hair. Looking aloof and confused she said,

"Hello? Where did everyone go? Mr. Resgeift, Lyell, Ingram? Anybody?. . . I'm scared. . . T_T"

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Develop Your Story / My 'manga' prologue. Please, tell me what you think.
« on: November 21, 2012, 03:16:52 PM »
"Here me, oh mighty guardian of the Prophet," he began, "with my offering of light and darkness, do I invoke the ancient pack of binding?"

The man spoke more fiercely, "Once more, the wicked stand before us; threatening the sacred communion between your realm and ours." He gestured towards the withheld creature and the followers draped in white cloaks.

He raised a stone of fine radiance for all to see within the dungeon. "And for the time of your reckoning, shall our power rise forth and bring down destruction!"

The sallow creature's chains rustled as it tried to escape from it's confinement. The Maestro urged on, grasping the jagged rock tighter as if his life depended on it.

"Ne'val e'el vesi'l, Gracha Ru'tsa blute! Codee'l!" He chanted, his face creased and perspiring from vigor.

"Ula dar koi'dee!" hollered an anonymous voice.

Twin doors leading to the altar swiftly banged open instantaneously- a barrage of raggedy men with rifles roared in, spraying their guns with lack of proper aim.

The bishop swore under his breath, but attempted to continue the ritual. Nonetheless, the followers fought bullets with magic. Fortunately for the adversaries, anyone could use a rifle, even with lack of dexterity. A plethora of bullets eventually lodged their way into many defenseless figures.

Crimson blood splattered, bullets blazing, ear-deathening screams, and elemental necromancy firing resounded within the enlarged room. Meanwhile, one adherent was exceptionally skilled with magic. He held out a ringed hand while his vision was focused in a tattered book.

Muttering a spell under his breath, static began to emit from his palm. Static became lightning and lightning became currents of thunder. The currents scattered across the new profound battlefield.

Several diligent foes jolted out of harm's way, ducking behind rock solid structures, all except for one. The electricity struck, causing him to lose power over his rifle as it sprayed about randomly. He screamed, and so did the bishop.

"Grand Maestro!" shrieked the same boy who conducted the thunder.

He got down to the floor and rolled himself over to the fallen leader, effectively evading on-coming bullets. Prior to this, a quartet of adherents hastily joined together, casting a fluorescent barrier to shield them from the enemies' gunshots.

The boy tried to heal him, but it was inevitable; his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, albeit he was taking in shaky breathes. His mind was in a jumble; it proved great difficulty to stay focus.

"Never mind me Shin. Here, take it." whispered the Grand Maestro. He held out the Gemma to him, soon after coughing up blood. His hand trembled, slowly losing grip of the stone.

Shin nodded his head heavily and proceeded to do as told. "Shin, make haste to Aurora village. Tell them . . . tell him . . . the guardian is. . ." he trailed off and could no longer speak.

All at once, the barrier faded, the rifles lost their bullets, and the guardian freed itself from its chains. Its sharp teeth bared as it let loose a mighty roar. The dragon flashed its pasty wings, flailing them about. An energy beam began to fashion itself from the Drakes extended mouth and it struck the dungeon's ceiling. Pieces of rubble fell onto the underground hideout.

Shin swiftly got back on his feet and ran, taking the hidden passage to his right. He stumbled several times reaching the stairs, he really believed his heart was going to burst.

"Kai'kith! Kai'kith labeeta!" yelled a man. Shin didn't look back, didn't want to look back.

Go down the stairs. Take a right, left. You fool; stop falling they'll catch up to us! barked his talking book inwardly.

"Return to where you came from! God damned Devils!" an explosion followed afterwards . . .

Shin had tripped, this time falling flat on his face, albeit he never lost grip of the Gemma. The smell of dirt and rust was strong, and reminded him of his companions' deaths.

Yes, Yes. They were noble sacrifices indeed. Now stop making a dupe of yourself, or you'll be the next 'sacrifice' . . . the book commented yet again.

Shin sucked his teeth at Roycus's wittiness, but knew he was right.

He held out the Gemma, the precious stone, it then slowly diminished into nothingness. Shin eventually nodded his head, satisfied, and continued his escapade out of the dungeon.

It is about time you got yourself together. I was sure those goons would catch up to you while you stood there like a-

"Roycus, shut up!" he whispered sharply. Offended, the spiritual book continued to chatter, throwing a few critical insults here and there.

Taking an abrupt turn, Shin finally saw light, light of which led outside and out of this eerie incarceration. He stood at the edge of the entryway; glancing downwards he noticed how the passage led ultimately to a cliff.

Roycus then unlatched himself from Shin's back straps, feeling he had the right to say something now.

"Well boy, hop to it!" he chuckled at his own joke. "See what I did there? Hop to it? Haha." The replicant book began to laugh awkwardly since his partner was obviously not amused.

Shin inwardly groaned, draping his hands over his face. "This is going to be a long journey. . ."


I have a feeling this is posted in the wrong forum section, err, sorry if I'm doing this wrong . . . I do want to know what you all think of this prologue though, so I figured this is the right place to ask.

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Welcome Center / Hello, pawns.
« on: November 17, 2012, 08:28:25 PM »
First thing first, I may be a noob now, but very very soon you shall all be minions to my future organization known as R&R. Rejuvenation and Reanimation.

The end is near, I forewarn you! Keep a keen eye wide open because you will never known when I shall strike and reign the interwebs.

Anyways, with that off my chest I would like to introduce myself. I like to play video games, listen to music, and draw. However, I have as much artistic skills as Stephen King. In other words I have none, so don't expect to see any cool illustrations from me, Lol.

Okay, maybe that's stretching it. I can draw, but probably not as good as you . . . Don't get arrogant on me now, minion.  :glare:

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