we are the godless sons of *****es that live under your bed we are the heathen mother****ers that dwell inside your head we are the horn ed angels who bring messeges from hell we are the shattered beings, marching out of step we are the soul's destructor, clawing at your mind we are the bodies on the flagstone, serve but to remind we are the weakened beggars, looking for a sign we are the shattered beings, marching out of time we are the mad'ning voices that echo in the room we are the sunless nights in all their glory 'neath the moon we are the black thread on the white upon the loom we are the shattered beings, marching out of tune we are the graveyard inmates, six feet underneath we are the empty, staring eyes in which quiet rage does seethe we are the faceless masses, that you will never meet we are the shattered beings marching out of beat we are the gaping corpses, shackled to the rack we are the evening meal for the uncaring dogs of wrath we are upon the sea of lies, our truth is but a raft we are the shattered beings, beneath our Flag of Black and if you're feeling nice comment your favorite line if you're not feeling nice, why are you not feeling nice? what's your problem? don't post that, i don't really want to know.
the word Banzai is Japanese for "little trees in pots" so LOGICALLY it must grow with its pots, stay with me. So: a Banzi tree grows, complete with pot, on the Banzai Banzai tree, which are tended to by Banzai Banzai Banzai Monks who can only do it because they have perfected the art of Banzai Banzai Banzai Banzai which is Japanese for "the art of tending to a Banzai Banzai tree by a Banzai Banzai Banzai monk to get a Banzai tree from it. I told my sister this and she believed me. she said she had a unit on banzai trees in 2nd grade
this story of epic proportions is a bard's tail about my brothers adventuring group in D&D and its not finished, but its badass: "Epic of the Silver Wyrm" Ere and lo, you listen to this epic tale of old when dragons ruled the ancient skies and heroes won their gold but heroes they, the very best in all the multiverse to them was to face your death and never the reverse Bane, the first, a brutish minotaur raised alone by a silver wyrm, his fate is in the stars Kamor, the next, cham'pion of vaLOR demons trembled at his might and perished on his sword Eladro, ah! a caster he, in our days of old illithid who'd turned to good, and spoke of eldritch words Beyofor next, a Bronze, intent on serving good was he with lightning breath and sharpest claws and great efficiency and Finally the Silver Wyrm who's name is lost to ages and right unto his violent death his deeds are those of mages these five, Epitome, pillars all of good Tales of tale like Armanal and underdark escapes until that fateful day it was with massive jaws agape the tarresque, fearsome beast, which our heroes now hath slain but not 'fore one of their number, lost unto its reign saddened, mourning, with their loss, they went there seperate ways but again to be united on that epic day Called to defend their sacred ground from a dark incursion to let their brutish friend a sleep without evil perversion that day they held back armies, thousands died beneath their blades for all their strikes and blows were fueled by seething rage and at last they stood alone, alive, on fields of righteous death and a' last their barriers broke and on and on they wept they wept their tears of rage and death, and death and sudden pain they wept for days upon for friends long lost, for Bane then they swore upon their lives ne'er to seperate and for a small part of that one day, each member was elated with renew'd vigor they defended all twas good from honored Sharr to grandest Alt, even to Dreadsong wood but for that day, when their walking fortress stopped when they checked the dusk and the trees oh how they rocked Shell-Mhenk armies grand, marching straight to them and hearts and blades were ready with the anger from within hobgoblins were massacred, they died in droves and scores Icy breath and lightning bolt, eldritch words and roars but hobgoblins kept coming, and they never found respite for Paladins an'honored, fell beneath their evil might and thats all ive got, hope you liked it (( comment ))
Okay, so me and my rating .89 C∞N Best friend are writing a book, Twilight V5.5, Nuclear Armegeddon and it TURNS out that Edward and all his Vampires are ACTUALLY sleeper agents for a soviet-era organization known as Red Scorpian, whose goal is ultimatly, global destruction via nuclear weapons, they will start with roughly five nukes, plant one in a random country's capital and detonate it without warning killing millions, than they will send a messege to each major nation in the world, "give us all your nukes or the same thing will happen to you" the world surrenders its nukes to Red Scorpian and they begin Project Iron Web wher the detonate a nuke i neach major city in the worl and kill billions, than they embrk on a human holocaust and murder the remaining human population and Edward reveals that he's really Comrade Stalin in disguise, and he and his vampires take over the world and fill it with their horrid spawn turning it from Earth to Vampy-topia
