How I became the Princess of Ponyville by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
How I became the Princess of Ponyville
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit real still
I'll tell you how I became the Princess of Ponyville
In Canterlot born and raised
In a library I spent most of my days
Chilling out reading, magicing, it was all cool
And thinking making friends was less important than school
When a signs of the mare of the moons return
Made all the cogs in my head turn
I wrote one little letter and Celestia pulled my reins
"Yo Twilight Sparkle you are moving to Ponyville to meet some friends!"
I whistled for a chariot and when it came near
It was driven by Pegasi and
How I became the God-Emperor of Mankind by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
How I became the God-Emperor of Mankind
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit on your behind
I'll tell you how I became the God-Emperor of Mankind
On the soil of Terra born and raised
In the Age of Strife where I spent most of my days
Slaying, killing, relaxing, making Terra mah hood
Creating sons of my flesh!
So to keep humanity fresh!
When a force of evil was up to no good
Scattered my sons all over the galaxy
I packed up all my marines in a great big fleet
"Now I guess I have to show the humanity their majesty"
The Great Crusde rolled on and on
And soon all my sons, they came along.
An
The general stood on the ridge as he regarded the forces arrayed before him. In the valley below his men had dug into fixed emplacements, heavy weapons scanning the horizon, as tanks took up flanking positions on either side of them. The tanks were lumbering giants of steel and violence, arranged with mighty weapons of war: plasma cannons, heavy repeating cannons, strong enough to break the hull of even the strongest bulkhead given enough time and effort. The infantry was equipped with heavy laser cannons, single shot and repeating mixed on a one on one basis. They could scorch the flesh from a man's bones in an instant. The regular infantry
Amongst the White-Waves by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
Amongst the White-Waves
This one time, I lived amongst a particularly prideful tribe of Vikings, the White-wave Clan, famed for their exploits as all things Viking: exploring, raiding, trading, all the fun things. The chieftain even considered himself on par with the Roman Emperor. I was sent to them as a hostage from my father in return for not getting run to ground by the tribe. They were jerks the lot of them. So there I go, barely 15 years old, sent to this tribe, to serve as the...squire would be the correct word today I believe. I get a better sword, a real mean sword that they call Skara, cutter in their dialect. And then we went to Persia.
They liked lots o
West of Sweden, said the Soil
East of Britain, said the Forest
South of Norway, said the Island
and North of Germany, said the Sea
This is were I find my Home, said the Man
Dinosaurs
Ryan was looking out the window of his 2 room apartment. It consisted of a bathroom and a bedroom, which also had a desk with his books. He was currently having a drink of water. It tasted like lemons, just as it always did. That was the way natural water tasted. King had told him this.
King was his god. Ryan remembered how long ago people worshipped heathen gods that gave his blood to others so to enslave them to his will. It had the purpose to confuse people. To make them go insane. Ryan smiled to himself. King had saved them all. Science was the only answer. If the world was arranged in neat patterns and was governed by the Ho
How I became the Princess of Ponyville by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
How I became the Princess of Ponyville
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit real still
I'll tell you how I became the Princess of Ponyville
In Canterlot born and raised
In a library I spent most of my days
Chilling out reading, magicing, it was all cool
And thinking making friends was less important than school
When a signs of the mare of the moons return
Made all the cogs in my head turn
I wrote one little letter and Celestia pulled my reins
"Yo Twilight Sparkle you are moving to Ponyville to meet some friends!"
I whistled for a chariot and when it came near
It was driven by Pegasi and
How I became the God-Emperor of Mankind by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
How I became the God-Emperor of Mankind
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit on your behind
I'll tell you how I became the God-Emperor of Mankind
On the soil of Terra born and raised
In the Age of Strife where I spent most of my days
Slaying, killing, relaxing, making Terra mah hood
Creating sons of my flesh!
So to keep humanity fresh!
When a force of evil was up to no good
Scattered my sons all over the galaxy
I packed up all my marines in a great big fleet
"Now I guess I have to show the humanity their majesty"
The Great Crusde rolled on and on
And soon all my sons, they came along.
An
The general stood on the ridge as he regarded the forces arrayed before him. In the valley below his men had dug into fixed emplacements, heavy weapons scanning the horizon, as tanks took up flanking positions on either side of them. The tanks were lumbering giants of steel and violence, arranged with mighty weapons of war: plasma cannons, heavy repeating cannons, strong enough to break the hull of even the strongest bulkhead given enough time and effort. The infantry was equipped with heavy laser cannons, single shot and repeating mixed on a one on one basis. They could scorch the flesh from a man's bones in an instant. The regular infantry
Amongst the White-Waves by BlackMage145, literature
Literature
Amongst the White-Waves
This one time, I lived amongst a particularly prideful tribe of Vikings, the White-wave Clan, famed for their exploits as all things Viking: exploring, raiding, trading, all the fun things. The chieftain even considered himself on par with the Roman Emperor. I was sent to them as a hostage from my father in return for not getting run to ground by the tribe. They were jerks the lot of them. So there I go, barely 15 years old, sent to this tribe, to serve as the...squire would be the correct word today I believe. I get a better sword, a real mean sword that they call Skara, cutter in their dialect. And then we went to Persia.
They liked lots o
John Kerry has set himself on a pedistal of rightousness
Georg Bush claims to be a savior and a guardian
They both have blood on thier hands
The firefighter, the police officer and the doctor
Have burned
Ripped lives apart
Poisoned men in their sleep
Innocense are no longer the birthright of humans
For we are all
The darkest
So as we cover us in suits
Disguise in uniforms
Hide behind symbols
Then we try to wash it away
The strains of eons Where we all
As we smile and laugh
As we joke and tease
As we cry and hide
Then we try to wash it away
The stains of eons
Where we all
From my window
I see it all
All of you
Shudderin
Angel of Victory, raise your banner high
As we make ready for war
With sharp steel and strong arm
Spread your wings and fly to blackend sky
Angel of Battle, raise your sword high
Walk among us as we fight and slay
With battered shield and bloody blade
Spread your wings and fly to blackend sky
Angel of Death, raise your scythe high
As arrows fill the sky and rain like tears of death
And steel strike down the bold
Spread your wings and fly to blackend sky
Sisters in War and Sisters in Peace
With ivory wing, rise to blackend sky
And proclaim with banner, sword and scythe
That for warriors this is a time to fight
and the demon
Blinding deafening numbing
Tearing slashing ripping
Pounding punching screaming
A raven-haired girl screaming my name
With tears running down her face
As she pleads me to listen, to understand
A blonde ruffling my hair
She whispers in the ear
Asking me to remember her stories
A redhead dragging me along the street
She wants me to rebel
To forget to care
Colours blur as she cries
The world twists as she whispers
Sounds echo as she drags me along
My three loves, hiding in their sanctuary
A meter beyond the horizon
Where they rest
And yet they are never there
They walk past me on the street
And send a fleeting smile
Between worlds
Annabelle ran her finger over the old stone railings, tracing the lines of time against her fingers. Patches of moss felt like small islands of chaos the vastness of time. Annabelle climbed and stood up, balancing on the railing. A wave of red and yellow streaked past her, as the autumn winds played with the seasonal leaves. As she stretched out her arms she felt the pulse of life around her. This place was ancient and magical. It was like the stones, the leaves and the wind sang to her as autumn sneaked closer. She felt like she could fly and almost leaped off the railing in her bliss. Annabelle sighed and smiled to herself.
The sounds of twin heartbeats fill my ears
A figure just beyond the edge of vision
Tall, lean and strong, weapon wielding
He smiles grimly and reaches out for me, seeking my attention
Dust, ancient lives and the dryness of history fill my throat
A figure just beyond the edge of vision
Hidden away in dark libraries, young and yet wise
He smiles knowingly and reaches out for me; seeking my attention
A song flutters past my ear, longing, full of desire
A figure just beyond the edge of vision
Free and proud, solitary and mysterious
He smiles happily and reaches out for me; seeking my attention
These three, seeking my attention
Un
Long gone, long gone
Shattered, analysed, done
We are done, let's pack up and go home
Precious poets, wonderful writers
Gone and over, even in a new millenia
Finding their rest, thier reflective souls at peace
The dead generation is buried
Songs, stories and poems; thier legacy
Fluttering in the wind
The priest closes his bible and leaves
The gravestones stand alone on a barren field
Like countless millions before them
We stare at the graves
Our trench coats wave in the wind
With the setting sun behind us
A strange lot assembled here before this memorial
Aspiring hopefuls, all with the gift, the talent
The untested bastar
Glinting blade, ivory white
Armour grey, stout defender
Shield high, skill and strength
Hard skin, scarred dry
Muscles strong, trained and ready
Strength enduring, never stopping
Warrior young, fireborn
Forges hard, proud soul
War coming, spear ready
Mane white, long wild
Helmet hard, feathered plume
Tattoo red, lion shape
Lioness of battle, discipline and honour
Round shield, spear long
Armour heavy, sword unleashed
Rain of arrow, high from heavens
Screams of death, screams of battle
First Charge, Banners High
War, may I have the next dance?
Current Residence: On a floating castle in Imagination, the quiet West Tower Shell of choice: The one I can hide in? Skin of choice: My own Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede Personal Quote: Are you hot?
...and off I go.
Store 1: I wait around for 15 mins to get some customer service, another 15 for the storage people to find out that is not there.
Me: thats ok mistakes happen. I did get Heavenly Sword...next one!
Store 2: Sold out but we have....
Me: No thanks!
Store 3: No PS3, Dollar is too low, and you will not likely find it anywhere...
Me: .>
The hunt continues.....monday
To those of you who have never heard of the man let me tell you this. He is the creator of the roleplaying all of you so much enjoy on you various chatrooms and boards.
Mr. Gygax changed my life, dungeons and dragons was the first roleplaying game I had ever played and the idea of telling stories in the form he laid down has been the corner stone for all roleplaying games since, both digital and those were we sit at the table. The man was gifted and we all raise our glass in silence for Ernest Gary Gygax
Thank you so much for adding me to your watch! It really brings a smile to my face which is more than I could've asked for. I hope that I can continue to impress with my future pieces!