Veigar the Dark Lord

Juggernaut couldn't believe the feist of blood that was in front of him. He used his massive hoof to squish the bodies together, making the blood almost explode just about everywhere, and then he proceeded to maul them. Calipyso himself seeked for cover inside his fur, trying not to get wet by the huge ammount of blood the beast was throwing in every direction. After 10 minutes, Juggernaut sat down and burped a skull out of his mouth. His whole face was a mess, and the place was left a bloody pulp. There was flesh still inside his mouth coupled with blood.

Juggernaut couldn't stand seeing him grabbing the head of the guard and not giving it to him, so he was about to kill him by eating his head, but Calpyso stopped him. "What are you doing, you big dumbass!? Just wait to see if this lunatic does anything at all!" he called after him and sighed.

Calypso shook his head. "No. Not at all, Equinox." The moment Juggernaut saw the hear beating, he chomped the heart out of his hand and started mauling it. Blood was everywhere, even on Calypso's face, making him grin. Juggernaut's mouth was a bloody feist and he was satisfied. "What a lovely beast, isn't it?"

Calypso sighed. He wouldn't have stood killing an inmate after having slaughtered countless guards and doctors. "I can't be around without him...I can't walk or do anything. Only my frontal legs work, so I drag myself but it's pretty pointless. So he takes me where I need to go and helps me around like a good boy. And in exchange...he can eat guards every wednesday, friday and sunday. But only one!" Juggernaut looked at Equinox and grinned, his rotten teeth full of flesh and blood were visible and the stench that came out of his mouth was absolutely repulsive.

^ ^ ^ What the hell? The OOC is invented for a reason, you know? This is the RP section, where we...uhh...what do we do? Ah, yeah! We RP! In the OOC and Planning section we discuss everything else. So please, get that stuff there. (I'm not being perverted...I'm being ignored. XD) Calypso heard a voice, but before he could react Juggernaut raced down the halls to where the voice was. The unstoppable beast had enhanced hearing and smell, making the sick bastard a killing machine. However, Calypso managed to stop Juggernaut before he squished Equinox. "Sorry for almost killing you."

Both Calypso and Juggernaut passed by Glad and Ariel's room, Juggernaut bumping into Lost Flame's body and pushing her aside, but not even caring. Calypso took a look inside and could see what they were about to do. It was a sensual bloodshed. "Now now...this is different."

Juggernaut slowly made his way back inside the sanitarium, his huge hooves making the ground tremble around him. His idiotic grunts and constant drooling and bleeding from his mouth left a trail behind him, to which Calypso just shook his head and sighed. "Can't you be a little more cleaner? You know I hate that!" he told him. Juggernaut had been appointed to take care of Calypso to the extreme, as he was his servant, his bodyguard and everything.

Calypso rode on top of Juggernaut's back with a quite angry face. They were both in the courtyard, the one and only place the inmates were allowed to see the sunshine and actually have contact with grass and dirt. Juggernaut was making really terrying shrieks and grunts, blood and saliva fell from his mid-open jaw and dripped down to the floor. Calypso sighed and shook his head. "I don't deserve to be here."

I took this test just to make a simple comparison to see if it was correct. I officially have an IQ of 143 as it was tested by my psychologist, and I failed a bit on some of the tests right there on the internet test...It's absolutely fake. Not only does it gives a whole sum of the excersices, but it doesn't make a round up of them. It just counts all answers as a whole. That's why I got a score of 101, which is impossible if I only failed 3 excersices.

Maybe not SCARY, but indeed frightening and has that 'fear' effect on me... Wrong CD You look at the clock again. 7:05. You’ve been working late, trying to finish a major company project before it’s due the next morning. You’re almost done, but it feels like it’s been hours since everyone else went home. You step in the hall for a quick drink of water, then return to your desk. You need to transfer some files from the disc your boss handed you. Now where did you put it? You shuffle through your desk before noticing a CD sitting on a pile of papers that you’re sure wasn’t there before. Maybe someone else is working late, but you’re sure you haven’t heard anyone since quitting time. Oh well. You insert the disc into your PC and bring up its content folder only to find it empty. Maybe the disc is scratched, you think, because it’s making an awful screech in the drive. You slide it out of the computer and look it over, but it seems okay. You set it aside and look around again and find the right CD, finish the project, and head home. A few days go by with work as usual, but for some reason you haven’t thrown away the blank CD from that night. You almost feel… attached to it. You keep it on your desk, but you haven’t used it since that night you worked late. Sometimes, when you look at it, you feel like you can still hear the screeching sound the CD made in your computer, only it’s slightly distorted. To be honest, it’s beginning to sound less like a screech and more like…human screams. Like several voices all belting out with all the power their lungs can muster. You’ve been working too much, so maybe it’s just the late hours getting to you. You’ve gotten another project to do, and you’ve wasted too much time with it. You’re working late again. You are almost done, but you need to copy some files onto another computer. You check the clock again. 7:04. Something catches your eye, and you notice the blank CD again, sitting on your desk where it’s been for almost a week. Well, it’s blank, right? You need to copy the files, so you slide the disc into your CD drive. Almost immediately, the sound starts again, that screaming sound. It’s louder now, you’re positive it sounds human. It sounds close. Never mind that, you can find another CD. You open the drive and pull the CD out. But screaming won’t stop. You quickly turn off your speakers, and when that doesn’t help, you shut down your monitor and PC. The last thing you see before your monitor shuts off is the clock in the bottom right. 7:05. The screaming still won’t stop. You can hear it, reverberating in your office. It’s getting louder. You glance around, thinking one of your co-workers must be pulling a prank on you. For some reason your eyes settle on the clock on your desk. The red glow from the numbers almost fill your entire cone of vision. You watch as the time changes. From 7:05 to 6:66. All of a sudden, the lights go out. As you panick and look about, you realize it’s much darker than the building should be without power. You look around, and the CD catches your eye again. And it won’t let go. You feel drawn towards it. The screams are louder than ever, more persistent, almost beckoning. You feel compelled to approach the CD, and as you do, it seems to take on a glow of its own, a dark, smoky red that brightens as you approach it. You can’t stop moving towards it, and you can feel yourself being lifted up from the floor, and the disc gets bigger, until the whole of it looks like some twisted gateway. You realize that that’s exactly what it is, and you can only guess what lies beyond. The hole in the CD offers glimpses of horrors you can’t comprehend, flashes of grotesque creatures you’ve never heard of; dead, glaring eyes; gruesome burial rituals; and much more that you can’t describe. You are overwhelmed by the images, and you begin to scream, and the more you see, the more you scream. Your sanity breaks as you pass through the hole in the CD, and you are surrounded by those horrors. The only thing you are capable of doing is screaming, as much as you can. * * * The next morning, your boss comes into your office early to check on your project. He doesn’t see you, but he sees a CD sitting on some papers on your desk. He picks it up, and takes it to his own computer to check your work, but the CD doesn’t contain any files at all. He’s going to have a stern talk with you when you come in for the day. He also mumbles to himself to get his disc drive looked at, it’s making an awful screeching noise. He removes the disc and leans over to his trash bin, but something keeps him from throwing the CD away. He sets it by his clock, noting the time as he does. 7:05.

Dat dance...so cool. Wow. Much Dogg.

Well, I have an above average height, I am a very impacient person, and very cheap-skate with time. On top of that, I talk in a really wierd and formal language just to annoy everyone around me, and so some of my nerdy friends have compared me to this: Dr. Nefarious Tropy, from the Crash Bandicoot series, who is just me in a videogame.

That....son of...a...b****...arrested..? Gob bless you 2014!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAY!

Some bit of correction there. I still don't like...and well...it makes a knot in my throat everytime I see the Russian veteran, Mikhail in Resident Evil 3, sacrifice himself. He played a minor role, but he won my heart.

1- I don't like going out. I just don't like people for some reason. They are always so...negative...and rejective...and they mock other's likes. 2- I love PSX, NES, SNES and PS2 Video-games (mostly retro stuff) 3- I love old music. 4- I prefer staying inside than outside. 5- I started playing videogames when I was 4 years and 3 months (my dad owned a store and he had a PS1 there.)

Vayne looked at the bricks and tumbled to the side, turning invisible for a split of second and avoiding the bricks in case they fell on top of her. She then looked at Quick Shot, who gave her a quite exciting choice. However, even the best must be bitter, as she wasn't allowed to kill the target. "I'll take the right...the edging one. But i don't promise i won't kill him, brother," she said and in a dark flash, she appeared in front of the guard, killing him as she pierced his skull with an arrow. "Oops...i'm sorry, but i just can't help killing," she told her brother, the essence of the dead stallion entering her body as she fled from action, remembering the words he just said. "At the Canterlot Gates." Being as quick as a thunderbolt, Vayne ran across the forest, at a lightning pace as she killed every creature that stood in her way. Finally, she arrived the Canterlot Gates, but as a precaution, she hid in a bush, turning invisible. (Sorry for my inactivity, i have a life, and no fixed computer, so my answers are quite slow.)

(Back from the vacuum of space...If someone asks, the new cluster of 26 black holes discovered are not my fault...*looks to the right and to the left nervously*) Vayne looked at him and grinned. "Really? Nothing can pierce that? Not even this?" she asked, grabbing the huge crossbow from her back and showing it to him. "This can pierce your skull and leave the tip coming out of your flank...just sayin'."

Gah, can't take a pic of them at the moment. I'm away, and most of them are lost in my wardrobe, but here are a list of my babysitters: -Playstation 1 -NES -SNES -N64 -GB -GB Color -GBA -Genesis -Playstation (Both original and Slim) -XBOX 360 -And my PC. Yes, a long list, but the first consoles were really cheap, and they are all stored...except my Gameboy! Where would i play my Pokemon!?