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Develop Your Story / Re: Mangaraiders FANSHIPPING!!!
« on: November 18, 2013, 02:28:42 PM »
a test in human relations? intresting... i would not mind taking part in your experiment.

MR Pub / Re: Comeback/holidays/departure notice.
« on: October 10, 2013, 10:28:58 PM »
watch who are you calling amuture, or you might end up next on my operating table

Welcome Center / Re: New creative person here! :)
« on: September 27, 2013, 11:41:02 PM »
hm, this might be interesting.. though you don't truly know whats in ones head until you dissect it  :biggrin:

you may be the new test subject I've been looking for, lets start testing  :biggrin:
welcome to MR, call me Dr.odd and ill be experimenting on you.

MR Pub / Re: Comeback/holidays/departure notice.
« on: September 24, 2013, 06:49:10 PM »
hmm? i thought i killed you? oh well.. a test subject for the future

Develop Your Story / Re: Madmans Diaries
« on: September 24, 2013, 02:38:20 PM »
forgive me, my PC has been giving me trouble...

Develop Your Story / Madmans Diaries
« on: September 24, 2013, 01:36:16 AM »
"Fear not, for I, the god of madness have returned, I bring with me my gift of insanity to share to the people of this somber world"

It was in pouring rain, I meet a miss on my way to my home, and she was tall and slender with long black locks that flowed from the top of her head. To my surprise, she was untouched by my gift; I quickly attempted to change that. Offering her my hand I welcomed here with sincerity and respect only to receive a combination of a bad pun and a witty retort. She explained that she was of "new blood" to the city; we quickly shot up a conversation before the trolley arrived. She explained in grave detail of her life, then she asked "Why can’t I find happiness" I replied with a crooked smile and mischievous intent. "Why don't you add more Insanity to your life" she looked quizzically at me the as if I had explained all of the world’s problems with just nine words.

 Soon, we boarded the trolley, soaked from boot to brow. she sat next to me, looking at me with such content and she seemed to almost be insulted with what I previously told her, as if I could have ever understand her problems and as if more insanity would help her in any way. She finally asked, 'What did you mean, more insanity?" looking at her again with a crooked smile removed my hat and waved the driver to let us off. We must have walked miles in the pouring rain and in that time we saw many things together. We saw men and women sent out to sleep on the hard, cold floor at our feet. "This" I said laughing in the wicked of ways "this defines humanity, a single act that turns a man from his purest intention”.

Looking up at the storm I continuing "insanity, even in the most impure is breed from single acts, something meaningful, or something horrific. we all choose the demons in which we face" looking down at her I finish" my insanity is of pure intention, of a love lost and of creation, creation of something greater then myself, a power able to surpass gods" she looked at me muttered "how do you live with insanity, all of this this world may be bad sometimes but we all have the purest of intentions" looking at her I nodded without another word. I walked with her to her destination, tipped my hat  and said" I am the worries of your deepest subcutaneous, I am the mad man in the top hat" I smiled and walked away leaving my notebook behind in hopes she shares my gift to those untouched by my gift of insanity.

I found a letter at my door later the next day, a young girl with hair black as night and just as long was found died and I was invited to the funeral. Arriving in my long coat and top hat I seemed to be an oddity thou another man in black robes leaning over the casket seemed to be more of the oddity then I. the service was short, not many things were said. And soon after the ceremony was long over the robed man remained, he loomed over her as if looking through into her truest of essence I finally ask" was she of any importance to you?" to which he replied "no." "Then why concern yourself? I see to it that her death is celebrated as is her memory" I said smiling with the wicked of expressions. "As a mad man you see not the truths of this world nor the lies that are weaved and in-tangles us all like flies in the spiders web." he then grabs the hand of the young beauty, arising from her grave they walk of together into the mist. "Once again" I said to myself "once again, my teachings were cheated from the world by death

MR Pub / Re: Comeback/holidays/departure notice.
« on: September 24, 2013, 12:41:49 AM »
the civil war is over... *from the  many maggot infested corpses that lay in the heat of the sun, rises a bloodstain lab coat around a shadowy figure..*
 :biggrin: the doctor is in..

Manga Writer workshop / Re: Poetry House
« on: September 14, 2013, 03:02:35 PM »
i do love testing, cutting, and dissecting..
it gives me a warm feeling in my tummy
i do love screaming, wailing, pleading
it make the experience so very yummy
i love the shades of red and blue
i love the feeling of cutting through..
don't try to run, don't try to hide
because ill find my way inside
and just because you think your safe now..
don't, because im on the prowl
im in the shadow, the whisper at night
im always there just out of sight
so rest now, sleep tight
because i will take you in the dead of night  :biggrin:

MR Pub / Re: Comeback/holidays/departure notice.
« on: August 26, 2013, 03:10:37 PM »
this is no war.. its a slaughter :biggrin:

Develop Your Story / Re: oddinomicon
« on: August 18, 2013, 01:54:00 PM »
Chapter 2
~the faceless

Passed down as common lore among residents of Tokyo for at least a century, most Japanese not only know the Tale of Mujina but many will gleefully tell you the tale with an excited shiver and gleam in their eye. Though brief, it conjures up not only the terrifying prospects of walking along darkened roads at night, but also wholly grounds in a very particular and identifiable location within Tokyo, making it all the more palpable to residents.

The last man who saw the Mujina was an old merchant of the Kyobashi quarter, who died about thirty years ago. This is the story, as he told it:
One night, at a late hour, he was hurrying up the Kii-no-kuni-zaka, when he perceived a woman crouching by the moat, all alone, and weeping bitterly. Fearing that she intended to drown herself, he stopped to offer her any assistance or consolation in his power. She appeared to be a slight and graceful person, handsomely dressed; and her hair was arranged like that of a young girl of good family. "O-jochu," ("Young Girl") he exclaimed, approaching her,-- "O-jochu, do not cry like that!... Tell me what the trouble is; and if there be any way to help you, I shall be glad to help you." (He really meant what he said; for he was a very kind man.) But she continued to weep,-- hiding her face from him with one of her long sleeves. "O-jochu," he said again, as gently as he could,-- "please, please listen to me!... This is no place for a young lady at night! Do not cry, I implore you! -- only tell me how I may be of some help to you!" Slowly she rose up, but turned her back to him, and continued to moan and sob behind her sleeve. He laid his hand lightly upon her shoulder, and pleaded:-- "O-jochu! -- O-jochu! -- O-jochu!... Listen to me, just for one little moment!... O-jochu! -- O-jochu!"... Then that O-jochu turned around, and dropped her sleeve, and stroked her face with her hand; -- and the man saw that she had no eyes or nose or mouth,-- and he screamed and ran away.

Up Kii-no-kuni-zaka he ran and ran; and all was black and empty before him. On and on he ran, never daring to look back; and at last he saw a lantern, so far away that it looked like the gleam of a firefly; and he made for it. It proved to be only the lantern of an itinerant soba (noodle) seller, who had set down his stand by the road-side; but any light and any human companionship was good after that experience; and he flung himself down at the feet of the soba-seller, crying out, "Ah! -- aa!! -- aa!!!"...

"Kore! kore!" ("Hey, hey") roughly exclaimed the soba-man. "Here! what is the matter with you? Anybody hurt you?"

"No -- nobody hurt me," panted the other,-- "only... Ah! -- aa!"

"-- Only scared you?" queried the peddler, unsympathetically. "Robbers?"

"Not robbers,-- not robbers," gasped the terrified man... "I saw... I saw a woman -- by the moat; -- and she showed me... Ah! I cannot tell you what she showed me!"...

"Ha Ha!! Was it anything like THIS that she showed you?" cried the soba-man, stroking his own face --which therewith became like unto an Egg... And, simultaneously, the light went out.

Develop Your Story / Re: oddinomicon
« on: July 22, 2013, 07:41:02 PM »
chapter 1 part 2
~Hollow men~
these pathetic creatures are the result of a severed soul, how the soul is severed deffer from one to another, this effects what type of hollow men they become, Though the tend to stagger around wonder aimlessly, they are extremely good hunters, they tend to eat weaker souls of living beings. They do not frequently hunt living humans, but when they do they well attack in hordes.

Welcome Center / Re: Um... Hey Everyone
« on: July 19, 2013, 11:32:39 PM »
Oh, a fresh test sudject, hop on the operating tableand we can begin.
My name is odd and i will be your doctor, and possible mortician. welcome and lets hope you fare better then my last test subjects. :biggrin:

Develop Your Story / Re: oddinomicon
« on: July 19, 2013, 10:28:27 PM »
~chapter 1~
The Myres
a myre is a subcontious predator who feeds on fear and and dreams of young, unexpecting children. Their presence is known to cause intense fear. The myre is rightfully named for his presence can also cause nightmares and its profile that strongly resembles a horse

Develop Your Story / oddinomicon
« on: July 19, 2013, 09:51:17 PM »
Welcome, you most be very brave (or very foolish) to enter my chamber and read the oddinomicon, where my twisted delutions and fantasies are all to real. Enjoy your stay becuause im sure it will be your last.

Manga Writers wanted / Re: i need local horror writer to the site
« on: July 16, 2013, 06:58:46 PM »
i would have to disagree.. i could implant fear into your heart.. just one small insition

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