Sorage55

Veinxs sat up on the right corner of his cell, holding a curved knife seeped in blood. A man 10 years older than him lying on the floor, dead. Veinxs heard the rattle of the jailcells opening. A Peacemaker walked in with one step. "Another one dead huh kid? 4th one in 2 weeks." He said with a slight "heh" in the beginning. I said nothing. "Anyway, its lunch. Get your @$$ in gear" He said and left the door open for me. I got up and entered the corridor leading to the Mess Hall.

Interesting. Indeed.

Not my bit, but still I cannot critic much. Its good, very good.

Name: Veinxs Poisenberry Personality: Calm. Shy. Quiet. Too quiet... History: At the age of 10 he was inside a vehicle with his father and mother, elder half brother and elder half sister as well. The Peacemakers spotted vehicle with matching the license plate of one known to belong to a slum-city alcohol cartel. The Peacemakers stopped the vehicle and dragged the family onto the black asphalted road, beaten and tossed aside, Veinxs watched as his family was torn away from him...and torn in half. There was a steep grassy hill nearby leading to the Central area of a known park in Utopia, Veinxs rushed downwards but was caught and dragged to the underground Jail Cells of The Utopia. That was 5 years ago, during time below the surface Veinxs was thrown into Jail fights, he fought survive and learned to keep to himself. His family is dead, Veinxs swears vengence everyday. Powers: Untapped until age 13, the ability to create and manipulate earth to his will. As long as other elements arn't in the way, so if there is a wet rock, it cannot be controlled, but if there is dry sand, it can be moved. Same with stone engulfed in fire.

Meh, my nephew was killed inside a car fire explosion along with his father 5 years ago. -.-' But its nice to know she was ok.

I'm not a very social teenager amongst my highschool. I am amongst my nerdy friends, but due to my shy nature I do not talk much.

In my faded childhood, I played KH first before ever knowing FF.

Heh heh, yeah. Tis sad though, my Youtube account is rebellious against me and I am unable to log into such. But I am still Terra. And I always will be... <>_<>

Fine -.-' as you insist.

Indeed, now then. Where is everyone else? I want a detailed list of who exactly left the forums. Or at last, the important ones.

Indeed, I am still wondering where i've gone.

Ahhhhh it feels.........nice, to be back. Here is another sub-story to add to my collection in the Domo Chronicles. This story is another about D.O.O.M, but instead of Mars, its about the inside of Mood's sub-concious, what he endured in mind till his point of death, its a short story, so do not worry... --------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Nightmare Begun: *There is a dark, black scene, liquidy, and calm, there is the sound of evil laughter, faint, and then growing* "Who goes there?!" Exclaimed a young boy at the age of 15, turning around back and fro, at the laughter beseiging him. "Young boys are very magnetic to death nowdays arn't they? Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm...." Said a largly deep voice in the surrounding world. "Show thineself demon! Release my hold!" The teen, Mood exclaimed. "And desert thine friends from escape as well? I say you are demonic arn't you?" The voice replied with a deep laugh. "What?!" Mood said, then appeared before him, were the glowing figures of his friends, absorbed by the suit. Mood stared in awe at their shining figures, they looked unconsious, Mood eventually fell to his knees before them. "Bastard..." he muttered with head down. Anger rose within the young boy, like a warping volcano of hatred. Mood blasted upward to his feet. "I'll kill you for this! I'LL DESTROY YOU!" He yelled to the tip of his voice, till his throat began to hurt, then his neck started to squeeze within itself! "?!" Mood began to levitate, then appeared before him, holding a clawed hand around Mood's neck, was the entity of the power suit. Materializing before Mood. "We will see about that......" The deep-voiced man said and threw Mood down to the floor. Floor?! As Mood collapsed to the ground a shockwave lit from his body to the surrounding world, creating what seemed to be a dojo of sorts. Mood got up instantly at the sites, glistening light shining through glass windows, Tatami Flooring beneath his shoes, wooden housing. It was like back on Mars. "What is this?" Mood asked? The figures of his friends disappeared behind The demon. "Its a sparring room Mood, can't you tell?" he asked waving arms about in a gesture. "You want to fight me?" Mood asked. "Hah hah hah hah hah, no child, I want to kill you." The demon said, suddenly materializing a bradsword and at the same time pointing it at Mood. Mood gave a slight flinch. He was afraid, he showed it yes. Mood got into a fighting stance and prepared for the worst.... ------------------------------------------------ End of Chapter 1. Comments? Questions?

Fear of Hell, Hell is the eternal torture one gets for sinning too much when alive. And yet, even if you go to Hell, you are eventually saved, so they say. So no matter what you'll get to Heaven, as they say "Always a light at the end of a tunnel". (My research pays off once again -.-')

Thank ye.

Hmm, thats nice.

You thought I quite GIMP? HAH! I have spent awhile on the demonic program! I have now began something I call the "D.O.O.M Project". Basically, different forms and ambiguations, but related to Doom, the main antagonist to my novel, including text up to 5 words maximum explaining the pic or titling it. Why Doom? Cause he's epic and I can't draw the main protagonist well at all. Anyways here's some pics following the Doom experience: "Chant of Truth" http://sorage55.deviantart.com/#/d2rja3y "Chained" http://sorage55.deviantart.com/#/d2t67i0 "Hollowed Hope" http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/188/a/4/Hollowed_Hope_by_Sorage55.jpg If you wish to understand the Doom Project further read my novel, if you wish to partake in the Doom Project as well feel free to use my Doom.

Really. Thats a shame.

Hmm, exactly who had left since my absence?

I am enduring Hydrophobia(fear of being in large bodies of water, cannot swim -.-'), Claustrophobia(fear of small spaces), Arachniphobia(fear of spiders), Nycrophobia(fear of the dark, for I am religious), Aerophobia(fear of heights), and....yeah. I believe thats it.

I have 1 elder half-sister, 3 elder half-brothers, and a younger half-brother. But I only live with the sister and 1 of my elder brothers. But I barely speak a word to them.

*sigh* I've simply lost inspiration, I literally haven't eaten in a couple days. Just sitting on the couch, alone. Bored.

I suppose, but I feel bad for apologizing to the 5 people that PM'd me for requests. But I cannot live with such pressure already on my unstable brain, or so they say.

Tis I, Sorage55, I have returned fom my long thinking from KH13.com. And yet, I am sorry dear friends, for I have quite, Pivot. Because my memory cannot hold the ideas, because I am not smart enough to be amongst the best, because I alone cannot hold up everyone's requests! Pivot is dead! Pivot is gone! As you have read! It is no long. I am sorry, bu to make a decent Pivot animation that I would accept myself, it would take 3 days at least. And I am busy with researching and writing. ...To return to this forum has brought a plaque upon your happiness, but my solitude was high even for me. But to be psychosis and alone, brings suicidal thoughts to mind. Sorry, once more, but the Pivot Requests page I have locked, can it still be locked? Or deleted, either way, in a few minutes, I am unwillingly going to forget it, as in everything else.

Even though its summer vacation down here in southern california (a.k.a Hell -.-') I have an extreme amount of things to do. Such as creating people's sigs, training to get better in gif making, reading, some social life (not really), writing my damn novel (-.-'), learning how to fake more emotions (extreme nuasince -.-'), dealing with my insanity (extremely extreme nuasince -.-'), dealing with the annoyance of family and...friends...-.-', trying to workout and be healthy and on top of it all I have my damn research to do. AND WHAT'S WITH THIS DAMN ON-GOING PAIN IN MY BACK! THE NUMBNESS IS SUPPOSED TO GO AWAY AFTER A YEAR FROM SURGERY HEALING!!!! ohhh....-.-' what extreme pain. Its as annoying as knowing when to laugh when someone says something supposingly funny -.-'. So with the repetitive orders filling into my Sig Requests Thread, I have less time to be doing all this crap i'm struck with. So I am left with a decision: Should I close the shop, and do what I must do in the merciless world, or should I deal with more on-going pain as what I usually do? I do not wish to annoy anyone, or let anyone down. Plus the last time I tried to take a break from the shop PEOPLE KEPT PM'ING ME REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hmmm....so I ask of you now...leave me alone...for about a few months or so....then I will return, and open up shop again. When I return, my sigs will no longer be disgraceful to me to watch, for they are...low-class worthy. As I am now. There is so very much to learn, you all understand so little. So I just as might be leaving the forum for awhile....but i'll check time in and time again, but not post. So do not message me, do not chat or talk with me, I am not here, I am gone, I am away, I am....nowhere. Also....would the mods of KH13 be so kind....to help an injured mind and bodied guy like me, by doing me the favor...of locking my shop for me....its not needed...but for those whom have not known this message, might stumble into my shop....and unknowingly call for service. For when I return, if the thread manages to be oh so happily chained and locked, I shall break those chains, and do my service around here once more. Thank ye kindly...no...I can't lie....just...Thank ye. Goodbye.... "They think I am good, they think I am fine, they think all about me is happy and divine, but this is not be, I am not me, this is merely....my Insanity."

Uhh sure, i'm a bit busy with other things at the moment but i'll get to your sig A.S.A.P.!