sweet sorrowful
( є и c σ м ι u м ) ғσя τнє ℓιvιηg
f i g h t x f o r x j u s t i c e
๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑
Here's where all the 'good guys' live.
๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑
( є и c σ м ι u м ) ғσя τнє ℓιvιηg
f i g h t x f o r x j u s t i c e
๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑
Here's where all the 'good guys' live.
๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑ x ๑
a digital sea
masked crusader: i'm not going to call myself a superhero if nobody else does.
much ado about: i'm a guy. i should hope that's obvious.
but who's counting: thirty-seven. don't get too worried, my midlife crisis has been going on for about fifteen years.
years + years + years: december twentieth.
pledge allegiance: i may be crabby but i do good things.
make ends meet: i'm in landscaping. no, seriously. i haul around heavy bags of mulch for a living. i'm also a rehearsal pianist for a local chapel.
my soul to keep: hell if i know whether or not there's a god.
turn me on: strictly ladies for me.
my name is damien enigk.
i have hands like spiderwebs. i have lips like cast-off stone.
(it's no weird metaphor or anything. that's what they look like.)
if i didn't smoke, then maybe things would be different. yet here i am. it's the easy way out, i suppose. i don't want an inferno. give me those cancer cells any day. i don't understand cancer cells, you see. but i understand infernos. all that heat and blindness and the sweat pouring off my back —
that's another thing. smoking gives me some tolerance so that inevitably, when i do get caught in an inferno, i don't cough to death while i'm trying to get my sorry self out.
i'm s**t at being a good man.
i like people. i can't tell you how much i like people. i want to keep them safe.
i just don't smile much, is all. and not many people seem to get that.
i like people. i can't tell you how much i like people. i want to keep them safe.
i just don't smile much, is all. and not many people seem to get that.
if someone said, hey, enigk, do you hate your life? i would say, no, ******** off. which is sort of oxymoronic. to me, anyways.
i have this interesting relationship with fire. first thing is, i can set things alight. fantastic, right? if i see any dirty ******** pulling any s**t, i snap my fingers, and bam, their jacket's ablaze, or their hair, or whatever i happen to hit. i'm not all that good with precision, you see. i can't really control it. i can just give it that spark.
second thing is, it seems to like me. i walk past a dying fire, suddenly it's roaring happily. i stand next to a smoker at a bus station, their cigarette's done in half the time.
but you know what the kicker is?
i still get burned, just like everybody else.
hence the spiderweb hands. hence the lips like cast-off stone.
(i carry matches for my cigarettes and strike them like any normal person, but the flame just explodes. kills my hands. and my lips.)
i like warmth. it makes me feel better when i'm down.
not just fire. i like standing near heating vents. i like letting the sun beat down on me.
(don't like the sunburns though.)
(or the cold. cold could slice me into pieces and i'd be too scared to lift a finger.)
not just fire. i like standing near heating vents. i like letting the sun beat down on me.
(don't like the sunburns though.)
(or the cold. cold could slice me into pieces and i'd be too scared to lift a finger.)
i've been smoking since i was fifteen.
how long is that?
thirty seven minus fifteen
right. twenty-two years.
it took twenty-two years to build up the white washout of burn scars on my palms.
the grey cracks on my lips.
how long is that?
thirty seven minus fifteen
right. twenty-two years.
it took twenty-two years to build up the white washout of burn scars on my palms.
the grey cracks on my lips.
"thank you so much, sir—"
until they get close enough to see. then all of the security slips off their faces.
which is why i don't generally stick around.
thank god for cloudy nights. the sunset is enough to make me break into a million desperate little pieces.
yours truly,
a digital sea
a digital sea
chemfire
Tipsy Trader
G U I L L A U M E x R I C H A R D x G I R A R D
All somersaults through so-called art, I still don't know exactly who I am
And I never will, Amen
masked crusader: I'm most often called 'The Artist'
much ado about: I've only posed for pictures in which a p***s has been drawn, so I hope that's a clue.
but who's counting: Twenty
years + years + years: November Thirteenth
pledge allegiance: I'm a chaotic good guy. I try my best to do good.
make ends meet: Artist/Art student, whatever.
my soul to keep: Anglican
turn me on: Being an artist, one would think I get a lot of offers from everyone. Nope. But I wouldn't mind it from anybody.
Such a blinding world of COLOR
OH! How colors surround us all
Even in the grayest of gray days, and sunniest of rainy afternoons,
Open ye prism and allow for that wonderful F R A G M E N T A T I O N of LIGHT.
ENJOYMENT of these colors, I know it true
Every sight, all a frame for a possible form of A R T
The world around, art A B O U N D
I'll show you this quick sketch, a sketch come to life
From the mind, to the paper, a lightning fast hand,
From the paper to the AIR
Kept in the paper, yes
Bound by the P A P E R, and called upon when wanted
Always adding, always taking A W A Y
Never one is good enough
To add to a scene, my paintbrush allows
A stroke to the AIR, environment effected
Don't you worry, I won't hurt
Just a starving artist, trying to do good
To do good by a moral code
But N O T allowing for any barring rules
Rules in the way must be BRO KEN
If only to better the fight for a M O R A L standby
OH! How colors surround us all
Even in the grayest of gray days, and sunniest of rainy afternoons,
Open ye prism and allow for that wonderful F R A G M E N T A T I O N of LIGHT.
ENJOYMENT of these colors, I know it true
Every sight, all a frame for a possible form of A R T
The world around, art A B O U N D
I'll show you this quick sketch, a sketch come to life
From the mind, to the paper, a lightning fast hand,
From the paper to the AIR
Kept in the paper, yes
Bound by the P A P E R, and called upon when wanted
Always adding, always taking A W A Y
Never one is good enough
To add to a scene, my paintbrush allows
A stroke to the AIR, environment effected
Don't you worry, I won't hurt
Just a starving artist, trying to do good
To do good by a moral code
But N O T allowing for any barring rules
Rules in the way must be BRO KEN
If only to better the fight for a M O R A L standby
yours truly,
Chemfire
Chemfire
Aquas Magus
masked crusader: They call me the unstoppable force, Inertia
much ado about: Monster Trucks and Pro Wrestling bug me, but I’m still very much a male
but who's counting: My dad got me a bottle of wine for my last birthday, if that helps.
A bit slow? Sorry, I’m twenty-one.
years + years + years: The leaves fell and I rose on October 2
pledge allegiance: I put the bad guys in the joint and get the girl in the end. I’m the HERO
make ends meet: Keys and vocals of the popular local band Dead Serious, and solo pianist. I gig at coffee shops and classy restaurants pretty often.
my soul to keep: The world seems too big to be made by either one man or nothing. I guess I’m agnostic
turn me on: Contrary to popular belief, I am very much Straight
DEAR JOURNAL
“It’s a beautiful, healthy baby boy!”
I don’t know how beautiful I was, covered in blood and other body fluid and screaming as I was pulled head-first out of a v****a, but I was certainly a baby boy. I was born to James Thatcher and Miku Shiratori (later Thatcher as well) in Kyoto, Japan on October second at approximately 10:02 PM. Get it? I can’t help but feel that it was timed to be like that, ridiculous as it sounds. Then again, my parents were—are, sorry—very punctual people. It’s kind of a necessity for such powerful businessmen. Let me explain. My dad as the CEO of Spectresoft was on a business trip overseas from England to negotiate some sort of deal or another with ShiraCorp, another company in whatever business they’re both in. Honestly I didn’t care enough to remember. The two met and took care of whatever it was they set out to do and then went to get a drink. One thing led to another and not much longer, “James, I’m pregnant…”
I was named Desmond, though mom always called me Akira as some sort of nickname. I dunno how it works. As you may know, they don’t give middle names in Japan, so I was James Thatcher and that was it. Anyway, the two of them got married, combined their companies, and moved back to England when I was three. That’s how it started.
“What the hell am I?!”
I remember I was about seven, skipping rocks over a lake that sat just half a mile from our summer house. My parents didn’t know I was there, of course. Anyway, I was just trying to beat my old record of six hops, but wasn’t having much luck. The best I pulled off was three. Eventually I just got so frustrated that I hurled the next rock as far as I could…it sailed clear across the lake and out of sight. Luckily no-one was hurt as far as I know. At first I was terrified. Did I have superstrength? I turned on my heel and ran, frightened tears running down my face. It took me a moment to realize I was running abnormally fast. Super speed too? Now I was intrigued. When I tried throwing a rock again, it went about twenty-five yards.
Freakish little things like that happened for almost a year, and I managed to keep it a secret. Finally in science class (Of course I was enrolled in a very elite private academy, so we were ahead academically speaking. My teacher taught us that day about momentum and kinetic energy, how it takes more energy to get an object to move faster and all that stuff. It gave me an idea. After school, I picked up a rock (they tend to have a lot of those on the ground, no?) and tossed it in the air. As it approached my hand, I whispered “slow down…” and lo and behold, it did! It fell into my hand like it had been underwater.
After that it was all experimentation. I won’t bother going into the details but I can generate a field around my body or any part of it that radiates out only about a foot, but within that field I can increase or decrease kinetic energy. I can make a little hop propel myself a hundred feet into the air, and then land like a feather. I wouldn’t quite call it flying, because I can’t change direction with it…which kinda sucks sometimes…but I can turn a pencil into a bullet, make a speeding train stop dead in its tracks (Granted I’m on it. I’ve never actually tried this, mind you. That would kill a lot of people.) so on and so forth.
“Quit living in the past!”
Now I’ve moved out, on my own and enjoying it. I decided to move to America, partly to get away from my parents and partly to try something new. While I was there, I got myself a middle name…you know when those guys on TV say “Danger’s my middle name”? Well, I can say it and mean it. Hehe, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, I’ve spent my life in between learning piano and parkour (free running, look it up). Right now I’m a musician, and wouldn’t quite call myself a superhero, but I’ve been known to don a hoodie and stop a bad guy or two. I made it into a couple newspapers, and they seem to have given me the moniker "Inertia". I don't think that's how it's supposed to be used but alright. Still, being a superhero is not as cool as the comic books make it look, even when the comic book is trying to make it look like it’s not cool…
Now I’ve moved out, on my own and enjoying it. I decided to move to America, partly to get away from my parents and partly to try something new. While I was there, I got myself a middle name…you know when those guys on TV say “Danger’s my middle name”? Well, I can say it and mean it. Hehe, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, I’ve spent my life in between learning piano and parkour (free running, look it up). Right now I’m a musician, and wouldn’t quite call myself a superhero, but I’ve been known to don a hoodie and stop a bad guy or two. I made it into a couple newspapers, and they seem to have given me the moniker "Inertia". I don't think that's how it's supposed to be used but alright. Still, being a superhero is not as cool as the comic books make it look, even when the comic book is trying to make it look like it’s not cool…
yours truly,
Aquas Magus
Aquas Magus
jupiter LIGHTS
J A S P E R x W I L L I A M x S T R O U D
masked crusader: when I run, you won’t even see the Blur.
much ado about: putting the man in manfred since 1924.
but who's counting: the speed limit is 26, baby, but we’re going 85.
years + years + years: it’s like the 12 days of Christmas in here.
pledge allegiance: I put the super in superhero, darlin’.
make ends meet: apprentice chef at sapori d’ italia
my soul to keep: when I look up, all I see is stars
turn me on: ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?
- runrunrun.
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
STOP
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
there is no walk
there is no jog
there is only runrunrun
like a cheetah
I can go fast
a speeding bullet
I can go faster
I can go faster
I don’t chase lightning
lightning chases me
lightning chases me
catch me if you can
you won’t.
you won’t.
in the meantime
while I wait
everything is super duper
hunky-dory
hunky-dory
and if it’s not:
let’s play make believe
let’s play make believe
everything is fine
really.
really.
really.
have you caught up yet?
I hate waiting.
hatehatehate.
but I love people.
sometimes too much.
lovelovelove.
I wear too many masks
nobody knows but me
to hide my identity
and hide who I am
and hide who I am
I like to save the world
we’re the good guys
we’re the good guys
but sometimes I’m not sure.
BAM!
POW!
WHAM!
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
runrunrun.
yours truly,
jupiter LIGHTS
jupiter LIGHTS
Ventus-Knight of the Wind
Britanee x Elizabeth x Nitsky
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight
masked crusader: I don't think I have one of those... Don't think I really need one...
much ado about: One of those lovely young ladies~
but who's counting: Two to the oh is a twenty
years + years + years: May Third
pledge allegiance: JUSTICE!
make ends meet: Flower shop owner
my soul to keep: agnostic. There's something after life, but I'm not sure whether there's someone who gave me this gift.
turn me on: I'm up for anyone. Those boys're what I like more, though.
A jumpy child
XXThe age of five
XXXXThe garden of her family home
XXXXXXThis is where the tale begins.
XXThe girl is smiling
XXXXGiggling
XXXXXXPlants moving to their own accord
XXXXXXXXBut not
XXXXCommunication
XXXXXXManipulation
XXXXXXXXProtection
XXXXXXXXXXOnly if agreed
XXXXXXXXXXXXMost of the time...
Silent footsteps went unheard
An momentarily insane father walks behind
Not noticing the plants it seems
He grabbed be from the scruff of the neck
I scream
Everything becomes a blur
Moments later I was released pained gurgling-type noises from behind
I turn and scream from what had happened
Green stained red through the throat
Blood from the mouth
Twitching
Convulsing
Death
An momentarily insane father walks behind
Not noticing the plants it seems
He grabbed be from the scruff of the neck
I scream
Everything becomes a blur
Moments later I was released pained gurgling-type noises from behind
I turn and scream from what had happened
Green stained red through the throat
Blood from the mouth
Twitching
Convulsing
Death
My mother runs out me still protected
Having run to the plants, being put in a fort, of sortsXX
She screams and looks at me terrifyinglyXXXX
A baby in her arms unnoticedXXXXXX
My brotherXXXXXXXX
Still to protect another onslaughtXX
This time thorny roses and suchXXXX
The throat...XXXXXX
Chest...XXXXXXXX
The blond hair turned crimsonXXXX
The green turned crimsonXXXXXX
The world gone...XXXXXXXX
Black...XXXXXXXXXX
Having run to the plants, being put in a fort, of sortsXX
She screams and looks at me terrifyinglyXXXX
A baby in her arms unnoticedXXXXXX
My brotherXXXXXXXX
Still to protect another onslaughtXX
This time thorny roses and suchXXXX
The throat...XXXXXX
Chest...XXXXXXXX
The blond hair turned crimsonXXXX
The green turned crimsonXXXXXX
The world gone...XXXXXXXX
Black...XXXXXXXXXX
Regaining consciousness
A nervous wreck
Shaking
Trembling
No bodies found
Haunted for years
The age of fifteen
A promise
A blood promise
Never again to hurt another
Always protect
Never endanger
Never be scared
again
A nervous wreck
Shaking
Trembling
No bodies found
Haunted for years
The age of fifteen
A promise
A blood promise
Never again to hurt another
Always protect
Never endanger
Never be scared
again
- Becoming a hero
- As well as owning a shop
- What to sell, you ask?
- Flowers of course
Hardened by the experience
Haunted by the images
One of the most experienced plant masters ever
Guess that's only expected from a girl like me
Haunted by the images
One of the most experienced plant masters ever
Guess that's only expected from a girl like me
Right~?
yours truly,
--D3T0X-R3T0X--
--D3T0X-R3T0X--
KILLING with KINDNESS
- masked crusader: yvonne was thinkin' the animal whisperer: a modern day dolittle ... a bit too much?
much ado about: fatally feminine.
but who's counting: something involving the number twenty? silly yvonne, forgotten her hooman age already.
years + years + years: you think yvonne can't remember her age, she'll remember her birthing day?
pledge allegiance: yvonne is good. yvonne is real good.
make ends meet: does local pickpocket count?
my soul to keep: haha. silly hoomans and their made-up gods. haha.
turn me on: hooman girl like hooman boys. only natural. understandable.
- i has confession to make
i sometimes talk to animals
and sometimes animals talk back
xoxoxoxoCRAZY yvonne CRAZY yvonne
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxi'm not. no, i'm not.
sometimes i talk to animals
a lot
but not hoomans
never hoomans
always animals
ever since i was little hooman
ittybitty
microscopic
unimportant
insignificant
xoxoxoxotherapist: tell me, yvonne, why do you only speak to animals? is there anything wrong at home?
xoxoxoxotherapist's puppet: don't worry, yvonne! you can tell us, you're safe here!
xoxoxoxoda: [irritated] everything is perfectly fine, doctor.
xoxoxoxoma: please dear, not now, you promised ...
xoxoxoxoyvonne: ...
little hooman yvonne make ma and da mad
really mad
completely mad
forever mad
madder than sister breaking grandma's vase
madder than brother failing chemistry class
oh so very mad
always mad
never happy
hoomans always mad
xoxoxoxoBAD yvonne
xoxoxoxoxoxostop!
always mad
never happy
xoxoxoxoBAD BAD BAD yvonne
xoxoxoxoxoxono, please, stop!
mad parents
despicable cads
sent little hooman yvonne to more and more and more therapists that talk through puppets
annoying, stupid puppets
felt puppets
not real
xoxoxoxodiagnosis: yvonne CRAZY
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxono, no, no.
little hooman yvonne checked out fine
perfectly fine
yvonne just quiet
just different
nothing wrong with different
xoxoxoxoyvonne CRAZY b***h everyone HATE yvonne
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxostop, stop, stop!
yvonne is crazy b***h, i am
she can communicate with animals
animals teach yvonne
so much
has learned so many new things ...
if we could talk to the animals, just imagine it
chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee
imagine talking to a tiger, chatting to a cheetah
what a neat achievement that would be
chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee
imagine talking to a tiger, chatting to a cheetah
what a neat achievement that would be
animals also agree
yvonne is crazy b***h
she can control animals
make a mind-switch
trade souls
if we could talk to the animals, learn their languages
maybe take an animal degree
we'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
alligator, guinea pig, and flea
maybe take an animal degree
we'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle,
alligator, guinea pig, and flea
but it's okay
animals and hooman girl don't mind mind-switch
animals like being hooman
hooman likes being animals
... but not for long
because human starts turning into animal
and vice versa
and that defies laws of nature
and you never defy nature
we would converse in polar bear and python,
and we could curse in fluent kangaroo
and we could curse in fluent kangaroo
haha. yvonne. haha.
tried mind-switching with hoomans
killed hooman, and left yvonne half-alive
haha. zombie yvonne. haha
i has hurt hoomans
more than once
killed three
yvonne is sorry
sometimes
because sometimes, hoomans deserve hurt
xoxoxoxoyvonne CRAZY b***h everyone HATE yvonne
sometimes hoomans should hurt a lot
sometimes the whole hooman race should hurt a lot
but yvonne has stopped hurting
stopped killing
yvonne is good now
see yvonne be good:
xoxoxoxoyvonne real GOOD
xoxoxoxoyvonne NICE
xoxoxoxoNICE yvonne
xoxoxoxoGOOD girl
xoxoxoxogive yvonne NOM NOM
xoxoxoxoyvonne eats NOM NOM
xoxoxoxoyvonne SMILES and wags tail HAPPILY
yvonne promises
to be good
good girl
if people asked us, can you speak in rhinoceros,
we'd say, "of courserous, can't you?"
yours truly,
KILLING with KINDNESS
we'd say, "of courserous, can't you?"
yours truly,
KILLING with KINDNESS