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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 21:35:48 GMT 1
Har kedet mig lidt for meget, men jeg synes i skal læse dette... Tager imod ris og ros...
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 21:43:21 GMT 1
After the dark, the night comes and the fun begins. The Vampires come out to play with you little people, who walk in the park and down the subways you will the werewolves waiting for their next prey. Go to The Black Ladie and you will find them all there, and behind the bar, there is a Demon playing with fire. If you're wanting to do some buissness, you might want to go to the quiet factory in the outer areal og the city and at the same time, you can go to the weaponshop and get some new guns, swords, knives or ammo.
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 21:52:58 GMT 1
Play the music of evil and you will feel all the bad things and pain run trough you. You cant' stop it again, because it paralyses all of your body. The music never stops and you will forever be in pain and misery, so if you are smart you will never listen to the music of evil and you will only think happy toughts from now on... Hahaha... The music is back to get me... Hahaha... See you in hell and remember what I said... Muhahaha... Argh!!!! Love this pain and evil music... Argh!!! So wonderful...
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 21:59:33 GMT 1
Bring your daughter to the slaughter and see what happens with her. Maybe she will like to see the blood be spilt all over the place and the guts fly up in the air, while the wonderful beast rips the lively bodies apart, or maybe she likes the sight, when the darkness comes for real and the dark creatures start to rape the women like they do every night and every time the women scream. What do you think? Do you want to bring her and let her join the dance? Muhahaha...
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 22:08:22 GMT 1
Fire is my tool and weapon. I use it for fun and games, when I work in my bar, but when it goes wild the fire becomes my weapon and you will feel it, when I strike you my mighty foe. It will burn your clothes and skin. If you scream I will laugh, because it is your punishment for starting the trouble. When I am finish with you, people will look at you and stop up in shock, before they run screaming away, because of the terror they see. Muhahaha. Ain't I a very nice Demon?
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 22:14:39 GMT 1
The scorpion stings you and you feel the posion come in to your blood. It speeds fast trough your blood, but you wanted this, because it is a test. A test to get in to the guild of scorpion assasins. They are the best. You get dissy and it goes black. When you awake again, you have the mark of the scorpion on your right arm. Your wish has come true and you are proud, because you have at lasr become a member of the guild.
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 22:19:07 GMT 1
Fantasy is a thing that we can't live without... The world we know would never be the same, because we all fantasize about something or somebody... Maybe a girl, maybe a boy... It could be that thing you want so much, but will never get... Fantasy is also all of those things that don't exsist on this world, but in drawings, poets, books and games. We all love it, because it is something new and different and you can do anything you want...
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 22:23:22 GMT 1
God sends them to the world to fight against the evil, that the Devil sends... You can't see it, but the fight is on and the match is even... The people we call insane are the ones, who see the true war of good and evil, but there are some who help in the fight... Some help the evil side... Some help the good side... Some them both... What will you do, when you go insane and they want to lock you up? Hahaha... Which side will you choose?
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 26, 2006 22:26:50 GMT 1
Hate is the scoure that keeps them going... Anger is their food and they eat every day... They are the Demons from hell and they have been sent from hell by the Devil himself... He wants the world to become a place of no good... Of no happines and no love... So what do you think is going to happen with the world? Muahahha... I know and so do you... The future looks very dark doesn't it? Muhahaha
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Post by Damon Arachne on Mar 27, 2006 20:27:48 GMT 1
Uhh... nice... ikke værst de tekster du har skrevet her... kan lide dem... men den der... bring your daughter to the slaughter... den minder mig lidt om Iron Maiden's sang "Bring your daughter... to the Slaughter..." har jeg ret... og den med skorpionen... er det fra scorpion king? har ikke set den men det kunne godt lyde lidt som det...  men er helt vild med det hele...  |
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Post by Shima Hasitska on Mar 27, 2006 20:39:48 GMT 1
Den med scorpion er faktisk inspireret af en Lejemorder guild.
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 27, 2006 20:55:45 GMT 1
Hehe ja det er den inspireret af... Og Bring your daughter to the slaughter er kun starten jeg har lånt... Kun de ord... Resten er fra hvad der er kommet flydende ud
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Post by Damon Arachne on Mar 27, 2006 21:30:08 GMT 1
hehe... okay... sys heller ikke jeg kunne genkende det sidste... |
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 27, 2006 21:46:50 GMT 1
The vampire is hunting his prey with delight, because he knows that the blood soon will be sucked in to his system and his power will again arise. He gets the pitty human to run in to an alley. He feels the thrill go through him, when he sees his prey corned up. He walks slowly towards the man, who begs fore mercy. The vampire laughs a cruel laugh, before he hits the man to the ground and gets ready to drink his blood, but then there is a sudden noise from behind. Soon after you hear the vampire scream in misery, while there is a silver bolt in his chest. The man who shot the bolt is gone, before the vampires body hits the ground. The pitty human, who was the prey silently wishperes... "Thank god for this mighty hero of..." He never speaks finish, because of the bolt in his neck. Out from the shadow comes the man. He takes his bolts and solwy walks in to the shadows and dessapear... To be continued if people want it...
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Post by Damon Arachne on Mar 27, 2006 22:06:42 GMT 1
mega cool... fortsæt endelig... vil læse videre når der kommer mere... ;D |
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 28, 2006 16:47:37 GMT 1
Hey^^ Det her bliver ikke som de andre. Dette digt eller hva nu det er har faktisk et navn hehe...
^^ Moment of love ^^
I was walking down the street like all the other days... The rain was falling lighty from the skis above, when it suddenly felt as there sprung a warmth and light out from nowhere.... I looked up and saw the love of my life... She was slowly coming my way... I could fell my heart beating faster and faster as I looked apon her... Never had I seen a beauty like her... The sweet red lips, that i could nearly feel againts my own... She came along side me... I could smell the nice rosey perfume, nearly taste it in my mouth... I wanted to reach out for her, but it was as if I was a Shadow on the wall, which could only look and not touch... Suddenly it all was gone... All that was left was but a mermory... A beautiful memory of the love of my life... This was my moment of love... Have you tried your?
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Post by Damon Arachne on Mar 28, 2006 16:57:10 GMT 1
smukt... meget smukt...  |
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 28, 2006 17:45:50 GMT 1
Tak for det...
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Post by Damon Arachne on Mar 28, 2006 17:56:46 GMT 1
så lidt da...  |
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Post by Tom "Firatah" Iles on Mar 28, 2006 21:05:59 GMT 1
Join the dance. Bring a freind. tonight we play again. We are the ones, who never sleep and play to music so sweat, that god himself comes to listen. Join the dance fore the sad and lonely or for the loved and happy. They are all here to dance in the moonlight tonight. Be tempted by the music of us and bring forth your dancinglust. Dance dance dance. Let the music become you and you become the music. Dance all night long and in the morning you will know were you belong. The music is calling. Come and dance....
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