Mizune

Betrüger is German for "Trickster". Part of the story requires a bit of background knowledge. It is about a manifestation of Mephistophiles, the demon in the German legend of Faust, and his proclamation of his plans to eradicate humanity, detailing a plan of his prescence in three demonic forms: Daemon of Past, Daemon of Present, Daemon of Future (The three Daemons being the "brothers" mentioned). Roughly, the translation would be this: Held as three, foist thy victory: In three forms, I will prevent your kind from winning Betwixt moon blaze and lead gaze: In the middle of the month Doth I be, a requiem of a misery: I will come to spread misery A world I phase, pestilence rays: In this world of vileness and putrescent ways Disease smothers the many others: Your diseases run rampant and claim lives Mine hand to raze, thy eye grays: I shall rid you of your worries, by speeding up the process Morning, brothers; Remove covers: Brothers, I greet you; Reveal yourselves to the world Blow the horn, in the early morn: Let the world know in the dawn of the next day Womb of mothers gets no druthers: A mother may give birth, but she does not decide fate Past, of chains born, of a thorn: Behold the wicked Daemon of Past, born in a prison Desire amaranthine, shadow sheen: With undying will and the appearance of a shadow Terra I scorn in an hour forlorn: With this, I curse the Earth in the forgotten hours before Present, crystalline to pristine: Behold the wicked Daemon of Present, who ascended from ash to divinity Soon in a dream of crimson theme: Soon within a visionary world of blood I be, of green, a black one agin: With this, I will stand a blackened opponent to the beauty of Earth Future, scream in a horrid steam: Behold the wicked Daemon of Future, who rises from the mist to call you to death Choked, thy airs; Fed, my flares: Your breath is taken and you are merely fuel for my fires I am supreme and grow thy stream: With this, I am supreme over all, and I reign with terror to make you bleed more Ultimate power ensnares who errs: My incredible power takes the life of those who let down their guard Maddening rings upon the strings: I am the ultimate puppetmaster, watch how easily I manipulate all Ruination impairs those unawares: My destructive power with slaughter those who expect it the least ___________ There is another meaning to it, but its more nerdy and pathetic.

Held as three, foist thy victory Betwixt moon blaze and lead gaze Doth I be, a requiem of a misery A world I phase, pestilence rays Disease smothers the many others Mine hand to raze, thy eye grays Morning, brothers; Remove covers Blow the horn, in the early morn Womb of mothers gets no druthers Past, of chains born, of a thorn Desire amaranthine, shadow sheen Terra I scorn in an hour forlorn Present, crystalline to pristine Soon in a dream of crimson theme I be, of green, a black one agin Future, scream in a horrid steam Choked, thy airs; Fed, my flares I am supreme and grow thy stream Ultimate power ensnares who errs Maddening rings upon the strings Ruination impairs those unawares ___________________ The poem is bleh, but that is because I used a very hard rhyming scheme.

It's improvised. I can't read sheet music worth crap. I just play what comes to mind, fitting to a melody I make up on the spot. Simple as can be.

I so want to see a video of you saying that to someone... Anyway, here is a sample of my truly horrendous piano playing. May God have mercy on your soul. http://soundcloud.com/miles-mizune-walken/yet-another-random-piano-piece

Sometime... sometime I will show you just how bad I truly am! But I do not have the time tonight. So you will have to wait! CIAO, FLUFFY! (That is a very awkward way of saying good night...)

Yamaha DX-520 here. I'm not annoyed by the features of the piano, but rather the terrible mic i have. But, meh, I suck. Completely so.

Let's see... live for 60 or so more years and die or... Live in an eternal hell where everything you will ever love will die as you slowly degrade into a rotted mess on a planet that will slowly waste away, leaving you as a sickly and gross husk vapidly floating through space, long past the era of humanity, a worthless relic of a time no one remembers, because you are completely and utterly alone forever... I think I'll keep my mortality.

Another poem, here you go: _________ Rest weary, razed bones of nacre, you fought well I am to tell you as story as I shiver in this icy hell I am a wandr'r, left lonely with only the stars above Gravity overwhelms my cores in every breath concerning love I am cold, blasted by freezing rain and abyssal aires I am stricken with the ague, my soul no better fares My coat is kissed by wrath and my bandages fail me And yet the world may still think I see from a tower of ivory Vile spirits haunt, me hating my breath as it is made Fail do even the best plans that mice and men laid I cannot feel the darkness, I am numb from the glass I. in matter of time, before I am sent where I sent a mass In this world, I was taken away by violence of Terra No longer of meaning, a man of oft forgotten era May God grant me tranquil passage after a breath In my heart, I realize I merit the terror of painful death ______________ Again, sucks.

Here you go, a SONNET! Here is one I made a while back. __________ Crossed so silently in anticipation and patient way lies one in wait of blissful moments And secret are the wheels of the mind as the spin and do so produce these thoughts of ecstacy Along the way, one creeps like a shade of death, holding stiller to thee than thine shadow So alongst the celestial beauty doth these great vines roll alongst, creating sparks of pleasure Strokes as of a pen's graceful glide acrost that like hide of leather, yet delectable so Surely a wait has been so very long, so share not thy coy nature, enrapture in tales of sweet glory One ne'er knows further what lies beyond the door if not even the grandest thief can so break the lock So adventure, doth I, further in a cavern devoid of light, ne'er known to me the stores further Yet hold back so does not such, fulfilled as curlst doth these forlorn blades amongst mine breast Taken by glorious hand, doth be mine necks and bathed in fire mine tongues e'er more, such beauty stills In the luscious fronds amongst the valley, and the abyss, icy chilled voice in the myrrh scented airs Fire brought in the way of airs, amongst the cwm alongst thee, now so simple is there, pleasurably As a night drew to it's close, the vines spoke words unto the barren lands and gave doth futher more breath Rounded so further in end, as oft tails doth intertwine in the waters of love and life, so spake did I ___________ Please, do NOT ask me what all the imagery means. You would regret it.

Sorry, it was made off the top of my head. Didn't think of a poem. I'm not as good as I used to be, trust me on that one. I used to be pretty good.

Okay, I'm going to make yet another poem. Here we go. ___________ Betwixt the natures of the clarities and the obscurities Haunted close by shimmering Venusian clouds and brooding Martian crags Am I, this phantasm coiled in a great wall of bandages, master of only the necessities Look into my eyes and see naufragare, the guardian of darkness, bearing seven flags Oh, let me tell of my journey, for I am weary and cold in the torrents of my enervated hell Look beyond my disfigured and mangled form, for a fool holds flesh as the promise of life My bitter bones are chained to this mountain with ebony bonds, waiting for the toll of the bell You can never understand my heart if you lie among the rainless; To know me, you must know strife Long ago, I was simply a man in the fields. I spoke of nothing but songs and happiness A diamond in the rough, as men would say, brimming with the potential to be a blazing light But I wandered into the cold, seeking a world beyond the simplcities of mine free of distress I wandered to far, and I was taken by the beasts of the field, who razed my body in the night Nothing sate the blood of these ferocious animals, they knew not of compassion I saw them as I screamed in agony; Sanguine demons of petrified blackthorn and ivory Boiling water dripping from their masses, blades thrusted through them in every fashion Monsters of draconic form, who left me to die when their pleasures were in their fullest glory Torn and shredded was my body, now an empty soulless vessel taken by the air From majesty to blackened rags, had I so fallen; for my inaction, my life was gone I drifted away into the Aether, into everlasting darkness, where hope was nowhere And in a silent moment, a monument of nothingness and a void was to now carry on Had I awoken, that I would never know, for a blindfold covered me and could not go away I walked endlessly, bitterly retching bloody foam upon the ground, goring myself as I went The blood was a slippery oil upon my crag, that I climbed in search of hope every single day And this, dear reader, for time immerorial it may have seemed, was how my damnation was spent Blackened eternal hell, bless'd as much as rotted figs I gave, was my all around me I saw nothing, for I was nothing, and it seemed nothing could change that fact, at all Horrid rains of darkened fire and pillars of choked water, I cannot hold you as destiny Let me be away from this corroding madness, away from a shattering world in which I fall Hold, my stagnant claws, to the penultimate rocks, for every inch I clamber is a ray of hope Flung from this rotten world was I, as my putrescent digits felt the light, and drew me breath I finally emerged from the cold realm of ignorant flesh and was now able to, in this world, cope Mercy rang out in jubilant screams to drive out my terror, as I had destroyed the weight of death Long time had passed, and I felt once again what the magnificence of redemption again So much darkness had taken me, and I swore it could no longer scar the body of a revenant But coldness I feel in these claws of ruinantion and hatred, as they desired to taste another sin And one day, the lust of blood would come from the sky, and I would break that single covenant And one day, that malevolent breath fell, and it drove into me the most wicked darkness Sands were crushed into ashen glass by my malice, the air raped as my tongue sang a fugue Waters turned to stone in the horrors of my voice, and the beasts of the world became lifeless In no eye laid hope, for they say nothing but the heart without mercy; vileness that was my joug Splintered from the cry of heaven were the angels and a great guardian of power All angels wept, and their tears burned the lands and droven the world into foreign ice The guardian was thrust to the world, and clove the Altar of Earth in two in the eleventh hour Here, now, it turned to me and howled in violent fury, razing the lands with its gales, to kill my vice The beast stood as an oceanic wonder, a vulpine phenom begat of a carved sea Its whiskers and magnanimous fronds were a sight to behold, but it showed no potency Gnashing my teeth in frothing rage, I slashed forth and drove boiling black wine, so free But it summoned a maelstrom to show me vehemently. the guardian's true and utter ferocity Grown from its gape was a coiling pillar of roaring air, spewing violent hurricanes above Lightning flashed with extreme fury, releasing the extra power of the heavens completely There was no single element I could think of not present to wipe out this, a bane of all love Smitten was I, completely by wrath, driven into horrid fasiculation by true and complete veracity The thrashing storm reached unbelievable violence, a force like never before Unstoppable madness culminated within as if I stood on the Judgment of Terra Every ocean and the heavens revolted, jarring sirens of the storm's very own core And in a final light, the power of the light penetrated me and divagated my spirit, ending this dark era I was torn apart, and my soul was made in two, one to the east and one to the west Never the two to meet, or my soul be destroyed in whole, the guardian laid my true curse We stayed to our shadow, and wept for our twin, wondering who we are; as vagrants we are best There was nothing for him or me now but to be the wreckage of the void in which we live for worse Sometimes, I wonder how he is, or what I am to be, but I cry adamant tears so few Maybe I am a plague, maybe I am lost, but even I cannot tell me full story, for it is too long I walk in loneliness without my ability to feel, I am cold and numb and I have no idea what to do The light is gone and I feel so cold, lost and unable to be redeemed... but I was the bard of my song ____________ It sucks, but I'm putting it up anyway.

Here goes... Another poem! _______________________ Life's way so found in the seventh way Mystery ever abounds in the mist Rife lies my soul, and weary by this day Tuned like a lyre is fate, life held in a fist So did I come of a violent storm, a nomadic life Ne'er so clear this amongst chattering teeth As the coarse lines aboust my throat ring in strife As I reach a false Eden, a land that makes me seeth For I scream alongst the air so great, I bellow so Know I so that no meadow doth be in a field of nails And so came before my path man twixt, one so well I know Comest hither, this man so further said, so violently he hails Write upon his skin linen robes, hood, cloak, all white Twixt so great his hand, skeletous machinacha that swath so webs So doth the life passeth through my fingers in this night So I see soon justly and quickly why life so indeed doth so ebbs His face aegis of rotten sanguine slag on one, the other darkened core A nightmare of hellish thorns fromst his collar one, other, serpents' many so chains Realized of the womb of poisoned ash, vile being of the Great Whore E'er so my blood run ice, so darkened my hue doth be in this paralyzing pain Verily, doth be my fate he hold, as light left my animus in this hour Petrified, wizened daemon of a tree of pestilence begat of dolorous vines My gall runs sickly cold, my soul doth be iron, rusted rotten core, so sour My soul dies inside, so fore me are the blended, so greyed are these, the lines Taken and enslaved in a monstrous cage is so forth the state of my all Undeniable is his roar, the end come, and there rises no further light Pray doth I, that my soul doth be taken from the razing chains of the fiery wall Cry rivers of acid, and spew bloody foam doth I, so long as none prevails right Wrapped in the shadows, doth light come forth, and end this nightmare now Razed is the way, and blinded are all who fall to the daemon's eye in strife I question not the way I could be called into faith, and I ask not so how I am saved, in a rapture's glance, I have been called out of death and now into life ______________

Spyro. Without a doubt. I have no less than 7 copies of Spyro The Dragon, at least 3 of Spyro 2 (And another in Japanese), and at least 3 of Spyro 3. I loved the music, I loved the colours and scenery, I liked how it worked, and I like how it had some sweet graphics for being on the PS1. Never did like the ones after though.

I hate you because that's the point of this game.

A great idea is to take an easy, slow paced song on any instrument and make a guitar arrangement. That's a perfect way to build skill.

I thought Anonymous already had attacked PETA. I mean, think about it, who wouldn't attack massive pricks like Peta? Really, I would.