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Divine Ansel Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:53 am
This is the Gospel of Kemicle as written by his prophet, Sour Plums. Please don't post without permission! 
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:35 am
Name.___.// Kemicle
Gender.___.// Male
Age.___.// Forever
Height.___.// The smallest ant, and the largest mountain
Weight.___.// A pebble
Best Friend.___.// No such thing
Favorite Food.___.// My diet consists of Wine, exotic fruit, Meat (Almost raw) and flower petals.
Favorite Band.___.// Nothing off the top of my head.
Favorite Creature.___.// The one about to shank you.
Favorite Place.___.// Anywhere but here
Talent.___.// Patience
Weakness.___.// My brother, mercy pleas
Likes.___.// The things that go bump in the night. Sharp things, histories, his planet, (Though burning) and kittens.
Dislikes.___.//
People who mess with my protectivenesses, people and things that don't bathe regularly, cold water, loud music, annoying dancing, bold colors, and itchy clothes.
Music.___.// Anything worth listening too--Nothing.
Personality.___.// This is to come eventually...
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 1:34 am
" Creation "
He had watched in parental concern, he had decided not to make the body of his land until he was sure his younger brother had successfully created his.
He had waited for his brother to rest, and when he was sure he was asleep, he would tweak the things that he had forgot. Like a solid core so the planet wouldn't cave into itself. He also created an atmosphere to guard against the vacuums of space. When his brothers Pangaea of a planet was stable, he left. Letting his brother believe that he had created the pink and green planet himself.
He sighed and looked at his own chunk of rock. Neglected and helpless, he set out to work. Twisting the perspective, it was impossible to tell if he was larger than the planet, or if the planet had shrunk.
Palms clasped on the planets' sides, he constricted it, forcing the rock to condense. Some loose pieces fell and became stars.
In his hands, his world had shrunk down to half of it's size. It was strong, and sturdy. The God knew the purpose of his planet, and it needed no room for pretty scenery like his brothers.
Pressing his palms against the rock, his fingerprints pooled in, becoming rivers vein-like, millions pumping precious liquid all over the planet leading to only one major body of water. With his nails, he scratched his favorite symbol, two mounds to a point, a heart to be the sea.
The land was flat. He had no need for diverse scenery, for his planet will serve an important purpose.
The plants like the land were plain, red and wretched looking things than grew no taller than a mans knee covered the earth. Trees used for his logging were stiff and proud looking. Enveloping the sunlight that was unwanted by the God's brother.
As a final touch, he need took two strands of red hair, it circling and snaking around the planet like a ring. The rings spun around the planet, both going opposite directions.
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