Showing posts with label black bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black bars. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

comic #243

another comic down, only a bizzilion to go. Look at those beams holding up the warehouse. What sorta blind ass enginer/arcitect built that? No wonder the warehouse was originally abandoned before The black bars infested it.
I have noticed that no matter what, theres almost always a perfect song out there to go along with, brighten, or make light of any situation your in. Theres always the perfect song... Except that one song that barely gets played anymore. Complete silence.
I heard that song the night before. I took the bins out to the street for collection. The night was cold, really cold, but it felt kinda good. there weren't really any stars cause of the overcast clouds. But there was complete silence. I couldnt hear cars or anything. If I was in an action movie it would be the silence just before someone says "Its quiet, TOO quiet." and then stands on a land mine. See, be careful what you wish for.
Silence is awesome. I suggest you find it someday. You cant buy it or order it online. You have to hunt it out. then sit and enjoy it, cause itl soon be gone. Just like that guy who stood on the land mine.
last part -
Nick stood, looking out over the water of the harbour. What little did those humans know. They had no idea what they released upon the world, just because of their selfishness and blasé nature. In his state of victory he didn’t notice a straight figure, with emotionless features walk towards the water. The person was fully clothed, and when they went into the water it was as thought they didn’t know it was there. The person kept walking until he was completely submerged. About half an hour later the figure walked back out of the water. Under his arm was something black.

-- Finé

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Comic #240


Yes, I realize, theres no episode #239... As far as you all know.

Iv been gone, duh. At the moment im rockin the suburbs, messing about. Listening to music. Getting up to speed with all my favourite games. It sorta sucks, I wanna get along with this easter animation, but obviously easter is already gone, and I just keep finding better things to do. I feel like a traitor to myself. I went practically a whole year without games because of steve and other projects, but now Im not getting anything done cause of all these stupid games. Grrr their playability.

Easter camp 07 was fab. Anyone in the north Island, that has a youth group. You missed out. Just wanted you to know that. 3300 people, Come on, thats the recipe of fun. 3300 kgs of sugar. 3300 kgs of spaghette, 3300 sets of feet to trample on that unfortunate person who fell over in the rush to get at all the food. I mean, come on, were teenagers, not bulls or brainless 6 year olds. We know how to form lines! Wev done it before! We can do it again. Please people. Dont be noobs.
I feel like going on a nother rant. But its a little to close to home at the moment, and you dont know whos reading in on this. So Ill leave it be.
Laters all, see you real soon, Have fun reading the next bit to the story.

Currently listening to: Ben folds five - Rockin the suburbs
Quote of the day: "Change me!"


continues....

Running with the young woman Nick opened and started to run out the door. Blood spurts from his mouth as the blunt end a spear smacks him in the face. He twisted and fell onto the ground. Dust mingling in his blood.
Two guards picked him up and one other grabbed the girl.
“We know what you are demon, and we know that you have probably soiled this girl with your evil.” Said the guard who held the girl. She tried to struggle till he pressed his sword to her neck.
“Please, don’t kill her. I don’t want any trouble.”
The guard smiled wickedly. “As if a demon can do anything other than spawn trouble.”
And without a second thought the man slit her throat. She let out a weak scream as she fell to the ground. She looked at him with quickly dilating eyes.
“I love you.” Nick said.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t say a word.
He closed his eyes and looked away, tears filling his eyes… He didn’t feel the beatings and stabbing of the guards.

--To be continued