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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:03 pm
Oh I'm quite alright at the moment. Prepping for my next round in the tourny, creating a number of enterence posts and what not. I have some really beautiful ones that I cant wait to post.
You?
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:19 pm
N_I, he forfeited 'cause he said he got sick and didn't want to hold up going into round two.
Ertai, I'm anxious to see who you fight next.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:19 pm
i'm fine, working on music. -plugs in mic- a song for a good friend of mine has lyrics that nobody but myself are willing to sing, so i'm about to sing and drop a clone ensemble on top, filter the heck out of the channel, then see what happens.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:21 pm
Monseiru X: Thats interesting, I used to be a vocalist years ago with a bunch of friends when I lived in Miami.
Clash: I cant wait either, I am hoping Gelmax's f** a** so I can show him what its like to royaly have your a** handed to you and consumed by a god. I will stifle everything anyone throws at me with such style, beauty and detail.
I have finished my next enterence post biggrin
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:23 pm
The Opera…
The large cast iron gates would drift apart slowly, like the birth of an angel from the thought of a god…
Dust and sand would drift forward as the gates would soon reach the walls to their sides…A soft echoing noise would come drifting forward as the light above in the sky would darken, the clouds remain as they are. Pitch black would come as the soft white clouds cast reflections of a blinding pale light, like that of a spot light or the sun itself. In this world of black and white, the pale reflections of grey figures can be seen walking slowly, as if in a death march forward to oblivion. A soft hymn would echo forward as a chorus would pick up this soft singing, each one of these phantoms would hold a violin.
“We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together”
Each one of these hollow figures would march around the sides of the arena as the light softly drifts from bright back to the darkness of light. Never once do these figures fade from their grey light like state, their voices sullen, depressed and filled with a lack luster of fate. Like mindless marionettes they dance to a tune only the crowd could hear but not understand, maybe like a hark of a falling angel. A figure would soon arise from behind the blackness of the gate. A shattering wave would echo forward, like a prismatic wave, striking the grey phantoms, they would shatter like ice and split into two separate entities. The figures playing the violins and trumpets would turn and bow softly as a figure with a blade would walk towards the center.
Thousands of souls walk around this arena, the music would cause ones mind to drift off into thought, of a forgotten love, of a forgotten time as they march softly, and aimlessly. To the point of climax they would stop slightly and salute around the center of the ring as the lights above shift and the music continues to haunt the area around them all. Total silence would erupt from the questioning fans above and around. The phantom like soldiers would drop to ones knee and extend their blades as a soft tune is played upon the violins around them.
In the waves of awe…
In the moment of the music and soldiers a wave of rose petals would fall from the sky, as if it was a signal from the gods above. The crimson tears would rain around these phantoms like figures, each petal would cast life into their frames as they soon were swept with light, the darkness above would fade from sight. Blinding light cast down their faces as they would turn at once and await their lord, their very expression of the life they once had. A soft drag of the violin would soon show a figure walking forward. The light would bend around him as he swept forward through the sand slowly.
His eyes reflecting the pale ominous thoughts inside of his complex mind, his now blonde hair would sweep back into the wind as this saint like figure would pause for a moment. His body was draped in white cloth, around his chest and waist he would stand as if showing how much of a god he was, maybe a reflection of ego or the saintly side to this tyrant. His emotions were worn on his sleeves and shown a look of apathy wrapped with a look of love for the very arena itself. A grin would slide across his face…
“We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the color runs together”
The voices around them would soon fade as the took a bow to their lord, their own existence as of now. And as soon as they would bow, the turn of evens would come to be as this figure would stifle the sound and take back his children, his very own life.
His right hand would extend, his fist closed and the palm facing the light. His grasp would soon open to show a faint glowing light, the essence of life…
The Saint…
A soft gaze would etch forward as his fist slammed closed. A pulse would echo forward as these souls would shatter and spiral into the air, each shard of glass reflecting the life they once had. A wave of souls would rush into the figure, the once white cloth would fade and decay as his body gave birth to the figure they all knew. His face was stern with hatred, his hair jet black and swept back as he stood in the middle of the darkness he had created.
He would stand…As a god…As a tyrant…
Laughing thee entire time…
Tell me what you think!!! I am still gonna tweak it a bit!
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:28 pm
Thanks Clash, didn't know what happened to him. Good to know.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:32 pm
No prob, N_I. s**t dude, I'm workin' on my fight compilation and can't remember the name of this account of Kakkiroth's I battled with. It was when you destroyed Fighters Guild the first time (Ertai) and there was just a crater left, so me and him fought in it. Actually, now that I think about it, it might have been Pat's Xeta character and not Kakk.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:34 pm
Dunno its been almost two years lol.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:35 pm
..[Right eye twitches.]
I'll say, very well written, Ertai. You describe things well - not just in detail, but in a way that creates nice visuals.
However, if I had some critique to give, it'd be: some descriptions are a bit much, perse'.
For example:
"The large cast iron gates would drift apart slowly, like the birth of an angel from the thought of a god…" Lacks a little bit of effect, because while it's true that in Heaven, there are "Golden Arches" - we don't often link that with the birth of an Angel, perse'.
Nothing big or even intermediete - quite a good entrance, over all.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:38 pm
I found it, KuLearic DeaDren I'm pretty sure.
Sad song: Vitamic C - "Graduation"
*Will cry at his senior year graduation.*
Nah, prob'ly not, but I probably will afterwards when I listen to that song.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:39 pm
The thought I had behind the first line was something along the lines of when an angel arises from creation, the first opening of their wings would show the power, the truth and the reason for their opening, to protect, to serve,etc.
Thus I related the gates as the angel being born once more, opening up to their masters and doing what they do, give the world a chance to see the power, the truth and skill of a fighter. Judgement would come from that first line.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:42 pm
Gansta song: Yung Joc - "It's Goin' Down"
Niggaz in muh face, down he' ev'y day, askin' me a question like, "Joc, whe' ya stay!?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:43 pm
Ertai Vexic
The thought I had behind the first line was something along the lines of when an angel arises from creation, the first opening of their wings would show the power, the truth and the reason for their opening, to protect, to serve,etc.
Thus I related the gates as the angel being born once more, opening up to their masters and doing what they do, give the world a chance to see the power, the truth and skill of a fighter. Judgement would come from that first line.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:43 pm
Blah blah, blahblahblah blah. Blah blah blah, blah.
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