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« on: January 23, 2024, 03:46:30 pm »
Character Name:
Bartholomew Clawfoot
How old is your character at creation?:
75
Character Race:
Half Orc
Character Gender:
Male
Character's alignment?:
NG or CN? (Whichever fits?)
Characters God
Shadon
Character Birthplace?:
Outskirts of Vehl
A brief synopsis.
Long before the settling of the land, Bartholomews destiny was, in some ways, carved by the chaos and strange mingling of races as the result of so many wars and skirmishes. Born in a farming region, not far from Vehl, his childhood years were spent tilling the land and tending the animals. But as is the way with war, fighting broke out in his region, and he found himself plucked from the farm and thrown into orc society as an unwitting member of the warmongering Clawfoot clan. He spent his more formidable years in lower ranks among the clan. Because of his Brutish shape and size, he was quickly regimented to infantry work, and thrown into hand to hand combat, narrowly escaping death too many times. But along the way, he never lost connection with his years on the farm and the many skills and craft work, he learned, Including some meddling in the necessities of magics. In between raids and battles, he spent his time slowly honing his own craft, and conserving his resources, swearing to one day, leave the clan and set out alone for a life once again on the farm.
In his late 50s, the chance arrived. An ambush attack and resulting battle so brutal and devastating, it ripped through the heart of the Clawfoot clan, scattering many of its officers and hierarchy. Bartholomew found himself alone on a field riddled with bodies, and no one to report to. He easily resolved to travel as far away from that place, as he could get where the climate is, still warm and hospitable to farming. He found a plot and staked a claim, and slowly building from one small row at a time, seed by seed, on a stretch of land, he could call his own.
There he remained until his later years, working the land and refining his craft. Using magic, and nature, rather than brutality and weapons, at peace with himself, and expecting to someday die happy in that place.
Years eased passed and were dotted by hard work and mental introspection. In his spare time he developed more and more study of the fundamentals of magic and the necessary properties. This, aided him in his farm work, and extended, otherwise limited working hours. He felt that with practice, he might be able to harness the power further. Could he excel at wizardry?
Not long from them, one fateful day insured that he would be left with no other choice.
He woke that morning, ready to harvest some tobacco weed he had spent a whole season growing. He stepped out of his meager cabin, pitchfork in hand, and greeted the thunderous, crashing, calamity of war, sweeping right to his front door, causing tremendous destruction and ruin. Unexpectedly, he found himself mixed in to it, fighting for his life, with a pitchfork, and a rudimentary understanding of magic. Too many blades came perilously close to ending his folly on that day. And when it was over, his farm, and land had become spoiled by the wastes of tragic death. Everything he worked so hard to create had become lost to the ages once again.
Without a thought, he traded his pitchfork for a blade, packed as much provisions and gear, as he could fit into his bag, and set out on an undefined quest to put an end to it.
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« on: January 20, 2021, 01:47:40 am »
Mangus walks into a nondescript house in Vehl where the women of the poor, make do as best as they can to help manage the dark destinies of innocent children who otherwise have nothing, and no one to care for them. Ever short on resources, they survive on a patchwork of scraped together supplies, always shortest on the list: food. The nourishment the children need, can sometimes be the furthest from reach. And Mangus knows this.
He knows this place well. He spent his early childhood there. He knows the feeling of hunger the children all share, and the plainly visible desperation in the faces of the women who work tirelessly to care for them. More troubling to him, he knows the carelessness with which the city, and the world around that place, regard it. To them, it is unseen, barely noticed, forgotten. They pass by that house on their way to some duty of such greater importance, as if it wasn’t even there. It is not even scenery to them. And Mangus was that; the element they didn’t see. Some horrible distraction, to be avoided, and ignored. But his youthfulness and ignorance shielded him from such stark realities, and his constant hunger, gave him something else to focus on.
Although, he was one of the lucky ones. As he looks back on those days, he realizes he did not grasp the importance of his fortune, until much later in life, and so much of it, he doesn’t remember at all.
But he does remember the moment a woman walked through that door carrying a bag and asking for the whereabouts of Mangus Clawfoot. It was the day he met his grandmother, the day, he received a fighting chance, the day he became Mangus Crunch. And that stayed with him. Along with it, he maintained a keen regard for the greater importance for any one of those children, to also receive a fighting chance. And as he gained his footing with the help of his grandmother, he developed a broader commitment to that cause. He made a vow to himself, and no one else, that, when he could help, he would.
And on this day, he enters that nondescript dwelling in Vehl with a bag in his hand, and sets it on the counter. A woman there looks up at him almost alarmed. His disposition is very imposing to her.
He regards her gently, and speaks in a soft voice.
Er brings diss coin fer dem orphans. See dat dey eats good tonight.
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« on: October 29, 2014, 07:13:34 pm »
//If only I had half the wit and wisdom of Edgar Allan Poe! // Deh Raven by Mangus Crunch Er wanted to go In deh blithering snow To deh pits of er icy cavern What Er din' knows Was deh cold nearly froze Me fingers as dey clutched me lantern Along deh way Corky an me, An'Gisom was fight'n Goblins. Dey weren't afraid Of me club an' dey blades So's dey smashed me on me noggin! An' some how Er saw him While Er was er brawl'n On er tree branch nearby, Deh Raven! But Er paid him no mind, Spend'n me time, Smash'n dem goblin's skulls in. An' Gisom an' me An' dat dere Corky Was bust'n dey bones all in! But den deh cold Starts tak'n er hold An Er quickly git's to freez'n We was fight'n some Wargs Giv'n dem our worst When suddenly again... Er see's him! Up in er tree As plain as can be Dat ominous bird Deh Raven... But Corky an' Gisom Was too busy given'm Wargs er senseless beat'n Dey was in er hurry So Er din' worry No thought to any retreat'n Den giants we found An' dey comes around Bang'n me head in deh snow When Er hits deh ground Er looks around An' Er seen him wouldn't yew know? Dat black bird of night He gimme er fright Just er star'n me down Deh Raven... Now Lucky for me Quickly Corky Done picked me up an' saved me! While Gisom was smash'n Dem giants, Er drank er batch er Dem potions what Corky gave me! Den Er see's up ahead Deep in deh dead Of deh cold, er icy figure! He's stand'n dere wait'n To smash me Orc face in, With a fistful of clenched icy fingers! Er thought struck me mind While he struck me blind Dat he had been sent by... Dat Raven Er nearly died We barely survived When somehow Gisom beat him An Er was relieved When Er finally seen Him lay'n there defeated We was slow to recover From dat icy bugger But after some time we was leav'n As we left it got colder. Er looked over me shoulder To see if Er could see'm, Deh black winter foul Who was out on the prowl, In dat cold, cold place, Deh Raven...
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« on: October 13, 2014, 11:44:48 am »
Mangus and a bearded, peg leged dwarf with a patch over his left eye are seen wandering off into the woods outside of Vehl singing some almost entirely unintelligible lyric having to do with Leningrad and a bag of stones rhyming occasionally with sack of bones. They are carrying several bottles of some toxic concoction each and draped over Mangus's left shoulder is a freshly killed deer carcass with its head still attached.... \\\\Hi there gang. Sorry I've been So quiet lately. I've been producing a haunted house for a nearby country club, it's a one day event but it is requiring an extraordinary effort. As soon as the haunted house is over, I will be going on holiday for an honest three or four weeks. Sadly I'm too wrapped up to go be Mangus steadily until December.. I sure do miss him and all the WONDERFUL people here. So don't count me out! I'll be poking my head in during the first few weeks of November then I will flitter off again for a few more weeks in December. Then I will jump right back in and send Mangus to the first pub he sees in Fort Vehl!((in case any of you forum lurkers are reading this, this is a great website, these are great people, you should definitely jump in and join us!) See you all soon!\\\
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« on: September 30, 2014, 12:56:18 pm »
Dem Stones is Cursed(As sung by Mangus Cruch, if you can call it singin)Yew don' know's nuth'n 'bout fear an' delirium
'till yew spends er night in er sanitarium
Dat's where er landed when er was er carry'n
Stoooones from deh deep down beloooow
Mebe yew's think's Er'm be'n contrary, an'
mebe yew's think's it's too legendary, an'
mebe yew's thinks Er ain' comparing it
to nuth'n Er truly knooooows
But Er'm here to tell ya,
from deep down below,
dem stones in cursed!
Er Knoooows!
Now down in deh deep, below deh geraniums.
Corky an' me an' Ryubi was fillet'n 'em
mushrooms like fishes in search er Titanium
waaaay way deep down beloooow!
Ryubi's an' Corkies an' My equilibrium's
was loos'n dey way in deh space/time continuum
when angry old golems was smash'n our craniums
Deeeep in deh deep down belooooow!
An' Er'm here to tell ya,
from deep down below,
dem stones is cursed!
Er Knoooows!
See, Me an' Ryubi, we was er folow'n
surely an' slowly, Corky deh whole way in
to er bridge where er wyrm was wait'n alone in
deh Deeeep deep deep down beloooow
an' dere we all took er stand an was smashen 'em
hard an' heavey, 'till his skull was er bash'n in
An little'r golems, den came er crash'n in,
deeeep in deh deep down beloooow!
Er means to tell ya,
as sure as me belly
dem stones is cursed!
Er knoooows!
So dem little'r golems, we was easily contain'n 'em
we smash'd dem up till nuth'n remained er dem
an low an' behold we found us er vein er deh
oooore we wanted deh moooost!
Hurray! Titanium! An' yay! Titanium!
Er was so happy Er sang pertaining 'em!
er love song like er epithalamium
siiiing'n away down beloooow
An yew mebe wonders
how deep down an' under
er word so big
Er Knooooows?
Well...Er dunno either, but we found er place where we
could rest in some hay but we
made er mistake in deh
deeeep deep deep deep down beloooow!
We din' rest, instead, we done hurried in.
Dem mushrooms had doubled dey numbers and furiously
smashed us so bad, Corky had to say "bury' em"
aloooone with dem stones down beloooow!
Don' fergit what Er said,
eef yew value's yew head,
"dem stones is cursed!"
Er knows....
...Eeeeerrrr ssssaaaaayyyy,....
...Dooon' fergit what Er saaaiiid......
...Eeeeeffff yeeew value's yew heeeaaad....
...deeem stooonesss...
...iiis cuuurrrsssed...
...Eeeeeeerrrrrr...
...knoooooooooooooooowwwwwsssssss.....
Ya!
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« on: September 21, 2014, 09:00:22 pm »
Er needs me er ring what kin gimme exceptional strength an' lemme cast er spell what will gimme even more strength! Who got one?
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« on: September 09, 2014, 05:47:16 pm »
I need them and I'll pay handsomly for them!
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« on: September 03, 2014, 11:04:50 am »
Mangus blinks and stares blankly at the clerk at the Saddlebags shop.He blinks some more and stares some more while a slow grinding process takes place in the worm infested gunk in his over bludgeoned head...."Huh?!Whadayamean yew ain' got no better gauntlets den dese here Gauntlets er Ogre power?"The Clerk stare blankly back at him almost to mimic his own blank stare but the gesture escapes him easily... (//Darn it! Young Frankenstien is playing in the background and it is so hard to consentrate here. In short, Mangus will pay you whatever you think is reasonable for a pair of "Greater Gauntlets of Ogre power" or whatever they are that will give him a +2 to strength.//) "But....But... Er needs stronger gloves den dese! Don' yew know's no body who might have'm? Er got GOOD coin!" //Will someone please help poor Mangus? He is willing to pay handsomly//
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« on: July 18, 2014, 12:59:17 pm »
One for Kalberen Er meet's er Elf Who don' treats me well 'Cause he thinks Er wants to eats'm But Er knows Er won' 'Cause down in diss hole Eef Er wants to gits out Er needs'm Spiders was there But dat Elf din' care 'Cause he could easily pierce'm Use'n his bow His arrows dey flowed Fluidly fast an' fearsome! An'.. Er was er smashen'm With me club, an' er bashen'm In like dey was goo But dat elf's magic arrows Flew faster den sparrows An' each time, his aim was true! An' yew know, even though Er felt sickly an' slow An' sluggish from alla dat poison, Er was er whole lotta glad On my side Er had Dat Orc hate'n Elfish person! An' den in deh end When we comes 'round er bend An' finds deh exit at las' An' dat Orc hate'n Elfish Person weren't selfish He gimme half deh silk what he has.. So now Er believes Elfish folk can be's Not all Orc hate'n alla dem Dem spiders was mean But we got out clean Thanks to me good pal Kalberen! Woohoo!
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« on: July 18, 2014, 11:49:16 am »
Mangus's song about Corkey Er tells yew deh story Erv er feller named Corkey What saved me life one day He stands er bit shortly An' jis er bit portly But he's strong in his own way Down in deh dungeon Deh smell was repugnant An' Er was taken er beat'n When alla deh sudden Out from me bludgen'n Er heard er fateful greet'n "Ahoy!"said he "Please forgive me" "I see's yer gitt'n beat up" "An' iff'n yew want's" "I'll sing yew this once" "An' help's yew turn's deh heat up!" An' he sang... "Git up an' smash'm" "Git up an' crash'm" "Fer yer stronger den before" "Git up an' trash'm" "Git up an' bash'm" "'Till dey can't takes it no more" Now Er ain' too cultured Er'm as suave as er vulture But Er know's er thing er two An' when he start's singing Me ears, dey starts ringing An' me club, it starts swing'n true It git's smash'n an' crash 'n An' trash'n an' bash'n An' mak'n er big bloody mess An' Er'm feel'n stronger It ain' dat much longer 'Fer Er finished off deh rest After some time, Er comes to find Er beat up every last one So Er git's to think'n Its time fer some drink'n Deh battle is all but done! An' he sings... "Git up an' smash'm" "Git up an' crash'm" "Fer yer stronger den before" "Git up an' trash'm" "Git up an' bash'm" "'Till dey can't takes it no more!" "See here little feller" "Er wants to tell yew" "Thank yew for helping out" "Kin Er buy yew er whiskey" "To toast diss here victory" "Yew helped me win dat dere bout" "An' Er owes yew a favor" "Cause yew din' waver" "When Er needed yew deh most" "Yer song helped me thwart the" "Enemy Corky" "An' so er wants to toast!" I raises me mug An' fore Er kin chug He jumps up on deh table An' pulls out er lute An' toots on er flute An' sings er little fable! An' he sings... "Git up an' smash'm" "Git up an' crash'm" "Fer yer stronger den before" "Git up an' trash'm" "Git up an' bash'm" "'Till dey can't takes it no more!" "Git up an' smash'm" "Git up an' crash'm" "Fer yer stronger den before" "Git up an' trash'm" "Git up an' bash'm" "'Till dey can't takes it...no...more!"
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« on: July 17, 2014, 06:12:01 pm »
Okay it's official I would like to use my first graceful plea. On good advice from other players and friends I clearly made a mistake and put a point in strength when I should have put it in wisdom. The bad news is I noticed this way way way way way way too late! I'm told, this is what graceful plea's are for. How can I rewind Mangus just a little bit...okay, a lot! ...and fix him. I'm told, it means you will have to unlevel him, he is level 17 now and I made the mistake when I was at level 16. For what it's worth I only turned level 17 a day ago. And truth be told, using Fortune points, I did not stay at level 16 for much longer than a week. Who out there has the ability to help me fix this? I graciously await your reply and feel free to pick on me and make me look stupid. Lol! Thank you!
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« on: July 16, 2014, 04:47:34 pm »
Oops! I spawned a Mithra Gollum near Dalanther and he followed me all the way into the bank iin Dalanther and now he won't go away. Help!
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« on: June 24, 2014, 03:05:28 pm »
The Ballad of Gromak and Harri as sung by Mangus Crunch Sung to the tune of... ...well... ...let's not kid ourselves. Where Mangus's singing is concerned there isn't much in the way of tune involved. ...let alone tone. Just try to imagine a drunk half naked Orc dancing on a table at the One Eyed Harpy singing this song. ...Actually, maybe you shouldn't try to imagine that. Oh Er went on er journey In search er some bounty With me mateys er Gromak an' Harri. Dem giants an' ogres We felled dem real slow 'cause We wasn't in too much er hurry! Dem giants, dey frowned, Said, "me smash yew down!" But quickly we flanked'm an' parried An' Er runs around Lay me club to dey crowns An' beats'em with Gromak an' Harri! An' Er git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Orc happy" Silver an' gold Never git's old Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! Den iron an' platinum, Will easily fatten an Orc with deh coin he will git!" An' Gromak and him An' Harri will win More on er really good bet!" At Leningrad We'll win at cards An' drink away all our lute An' den eef we wins, We'll repent our sins At houses of ill repute! An' we git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Gnome happy" Silver an' gold Never git's old Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! An' me an' Gromak an' Harri We will take a ferry Off to Leningrad To spend all our money On cards, booze an' honeys An' any thing else what's bad! An' iff'n we looses We'll finish our boozes Without deh slightest worry Cause we kin do it again Ogres, an' Giants an den To Leningrad in er hurry! An' git's... Silver an' gold, silver an'gold, dese is deh things what makes er Elf happy Silver an' gold Never git's ooooold //Big finnish!// Fer me an' Gromak an' Harri! Hahaha hahahaaaa!
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« on: June 17, 2014, 10:30:46 pm »
Two pebbles All the pebbles in the river are green. All the pebbles on the riverbed are white One of the green pebbles in the river said to one of the white pebbles on the riverbed; " I like you. You are white and beautiful, and I want to be nearer to you." And the white pebble on the riverbed said; "I like you. You are green and beautiful, and I want to be nearer to you." Then One thousand years passed. There they remained. And the white pebble on the riverbed said to the green pebble in the river; "I still like you and I still want to be nearer to you." And the green pebble in the river said; " I still like you and I still want to be nearer to you." Another thousand years passed There they remained The white people said; " I want to be near you!" The green pebble said; " I want to be near you!" On that day, the wolf was chasing the deer. The wolf was getting closer and closer, nearer and nearer. The dear knew that if she crossed the river it would slow the wolf down, so she raced across the river, and it worked! It's slowed the wolf down. The deer got away. The wolf gave up the chase. But when the deer raced across the river she kicked up both the white pebble and the green pebble, When it was all over the white pebble said; " I am in the river! Where are you?" and the green pebble said; "I am on the riverbed!" In one thousand years the white pebble turned green and the green pebble turned white, and a day came when the wolf caught the deer. This is the way of time.
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« on: May 29, 2014, 12:05:11 pm »
I'm hoping by the time one of you guys reads this, someone will have already popped on and yanked me out of there but just in case.... Poor Mangus got himself trapped in a quest area; Dwarven Ruins. He went in by way of the Rumblings From The Past quest. He is stuck there now because a lightning storm came through my area and knocked the power out in my house mid quest and by the time when I was able to get back on, everyone had long since left. Don't get me wrong, he kind of likes it there, but he can't sleep and he's running out of rations. He has thus far spent a fair amount of time tinkering with his inventory and fiddling with this or that, but he's running out of things to do, and RL beckons. I think for now I will just leave him logged in and perhaps if one of you catches this in time, if you could yank him out of there and stick him where ever is convenient for you, he will be much obliged. For what it's worth he is bound at Fort Vehl but he is particular to Haven. Thanks in advanced! Oh and don't be alarmed if, when you find him he is singing some deplorable sailors song. It gives him comfort while he's traveling alone. When last I checked on him he was singing the one about a three legged woman.
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« on: May 05, 2014, 01:18:04 pm »
Poor Mangus. He's running around, being faithful to Shadon, wearing all the right clothes, carrying all the right weapons, doing all the right things, but it seems his creator may have made a little boo-boo. (My first EVER! ...on that day.) Somehow I either neglected to type Shadon in the proper slot, or perhaps I misspelled it or, when I was typing the name I got unexpectedly transported through a warm hole into another time and dimension only for brief moment but just long enough to make it so that when I thought I was typing it, didn't actually happen in the more present space and time, where we currently exis. (My money's on that one!) But for whatever the reason, Shadon is not spearing as Mangus's dieity. Sadly I only know this because Mumbles happen to catch it when he bumped into me in game and poked around a little. (Thanks again Mumbles! :-) ) So I'm bringing it to you guys. Contrary to my own personal imaginings that Orcs are hapless, godles, creatures, Mangus, I'm certain, would take offense to that. He wants very much to be able to worship Shadon so he can have the color of his ward against evil be purple-ish...What can be done here? //Sub note to any forum lurkers, hey guys, you're really missing out here! Layo is alive and well and a great world to go and explore! C'mon in! : )
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« on: April 27, 2014, 11:38:30 am »
Ouch! So thats what lag death feels like. I just lost 20,000 xps and got a soul stone, (yikes!) to being killed by a creature who wasn't even in the same hall as me and I didn't even get a grave to pray over. Oh my! I think the site needs a reset or something. It has been kinda glitchy those last few days there. I'd like to make a gracefull plea for my soul stone and exp's but I'm Too dimm to know how to proove it or anything. I dont know how to do thoses still shots that you guys do, plus its too late anyway. But a reset will help!Good luck with all that! On a different note, I'd like to say again, I'm absolutly loving it here!
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« on: April 19, 2014, 12:13:28 pm »
Mangus Crunch //OOC// Cordially invites you to join him on his "start" date. I will be delivering him to your welcoming or unwelcoming, claws or hands or even mechanical bits, to plot against or make friends with, as you see fit, on Monday April 21. I have the whole day off so I plan to run him for the entirety of the time more or less so I should be at your mercy for all the time zones. (are you hearing this Australia?!) so if you're feeling the need to corrupt someone, kick someone around, act as a tour guide, be helpful to someone, or just go smash some skulls (hopefully there will be plenty of that!) com'on down to Brutus Clawfoot's "Here's Mangus Crunch emporium" and get your self one very fine piece of Dealer Certified RP and show Young Mangus Crunch a good 'what for' ! (in lawyer speak) offer limited to participating members. Supplies are limited. Offer only good while supplies last. Skull smashing can only be had when the smashing of skulls is occurring. Young Mangus Crunch is not a trademark of anything really. RP is good, and you should get some. Void where RL plays a hand! I hope to see any or all of you there! Cheers! LOL! Oh and for what it's worth you may notice Mangus on Sunday as well but on that day I'm really only planning to get him sorted out and organized so he will be ready for Monday. (forgive me if he isn't very social on Sunday) Enjoy!
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« on: April 13, 2014, 10:46:29 am »
I'm wondering what you guys tend to have "on" in the background while your gamming here? Yeah. I realise, that is kind of a dorky question, but I am curious. I'm guessing some of you are probly into some truely interesting music.For me, It's usually DVR'd Charly Rose. For instance ATM I have the semi recent program where he is interviewing "Russy Riot" going on in the background as I write this.When the program ends my reciever will default to CNN (Zzzzzzzzz.... Boring! Right?!)But musicly, Nothing does Layo justice for me like Rush's newest album; Clockwork Angels! YEAH! The whole album almost seem's to be about one aspect of Layo or another.Whats your thing?
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« on: April 13, 2014, 01:25:40 am »
"I am the king of everything"
I am the king of everything
and you will bow to me.
I am the king of everything
and you will bend and beg and bleed.
I am the Lord of this dark fjord
And you will fall and flail and flee. And in this world of gore and horror
I'll control your destiny
Frightful you will cry
and woefully wonder why.
Nightfall will appear.
Awful atmosphere
will choke away the day.
Like the python does his prey.
Designed to define
pain and maligned
desire. Dour hours
will devour your
every lasting breath
'till everlasting death.
I am the king of everything
And you will follow me.
I won't leave you anything
But brambles in the scree
I am the lord of this bleating horde
And you will shriek and shrink
And bang your head on your bed board
And wallow in the stink.
And you will plot and pray
in the rotten fray
of my divined
despised design
and writhe and twist
and clench your fist
But no crying gasp
will ease my grasp
No veering path
will rout my wrath.
Evil and mean.
I'll peel you clean!
I am the king of everything
and you will revile me
You will bring me offerings
I'll take them gleefully
I am blight and I am right
And pure and clear and clean
And you are dirt and you will hurt
And I will rule supreme!
I will force you
And coheres you
And resourcefully
Divorce you
from sanity,
Humanity,
And panicking
You'll manically
Beg of me
To set you free
Alas you'll see
It will not be!
I am the king of everything
and you will service me.
I will make you pour my drinks
I'll drink them carelessly
I am lord and you are mine.
And you will pour yet more wine
I will drink and you will grin
For poison is there in...
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