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The Collective

11/16/2021

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Welcome dear reader, this is Zisco. Primary on a System of 14+ of what we like to call The Collective. This will serve as an introduction to what We, as The Collective, like to call--our Life on the Inside.

This might get complicated real quick--but do not fret, The Others and I are here to help. Just shoot us a message and we will try to make sense of what doesn't.

They say, "life is stranger than fiction," but We could not possibly make this up if we tried.

Sorta. Blurred lines and half truths can soon convolute an already confusing World, but if you allow yourself to understand, We will allow Ourselves to teach.

Welcome to The Collective.

My name is Zisco; my color is Light Blue. I am a Taurus, love Classic Rock, writing, drawing, and most of all comic books. I model myself after Peter Parker for he became really relatable to me when I first was introduced to comic books back in high school. I try to do good every day--even when doing bad is the easiest thing to accomplish. I believe in Responsibility and one's duty to it; which is why I've finally decided to make this post about Us, and not just myself.

A truthful introduction to who you might stumble upon on the outside world; and speaking of Truth...

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Apologies, Fellow Reader, For Blue Can Really Jump The Gun On Certain Things Some Times, But Alas, Here We Are.

Long Story Short, My Name Is Truth--The Truth--If You Feel Compelled To Properly Address Me, To Which I Will Not Hold That Against You If You Do Not. I Am Not Easily Offended; I Was Named Ironically, After All, But I Chose To Embrace That And Made It My Own.

Ask Me Anything And I Will Never Lie To You. They Say The Truth Hurts, And Although Some Times That Does Indeed Occur, I Will Always Try My Damnest To Absorb The Hurt, If Only To Prevent You From Being Hurt. Whether That Occurs Accidentally Or On Purpose, Well, That Depends On What You Ask, Friend.

My Color Is Blood Red, Or As I Call It, True Red; I Am Also A Taurus, But Since The Beginning, I Have Never Truly Seen Myself As Human, But A God. If Anything, Sharing This Vessel With Blue Has Made Me Humble And Allowed Me To Understand Most Human Emotions, Which At Times Come Off As Fake On My Part. I Have Been Called A Monster, A Psychopath, A Disease Among Other Things By The Others, But In The End, I Will Always Sacrifice Myself For Them. So If Anything They've Ever Said About Me Is True, Is That I Come Off As A Martyr.

However, This Is Life--And Life Is What You Make It. You Can Choose To Be Miserable--Or To Be Happy.


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Hey Mister Truth, that's my name! LOL.
So um okay, hi my name is Happy! I like the color yellow and so like, I mean the color yellow but bright yellow like a happy yellow not a dark yellow all sad and dark! lol

the others sometimes call me the kid or the child or just the yellow king lol but i'm not really a king not anymore anyway, i just like to read books and play video games and just stay inside really.
i dont get out much anymore, the others say im very dangerous and i make chaos or whatever lol i dunno i guess theyre right.
but i just wanna have fun you know? i just want to have fun. fun fun fun!
anyway. um i dunno what else to say. hey whos next?


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I am, Yellow Bird.
Hello, let me ask you this: "I am black in color yet I am colorless, what am I?"

My name is Roman; it was once Rot, for I was seeing as the literal black sheep of the system--family, whatever. My color's always been Black, and I have always embraced its dark beauty and mystery. My passion is Greek and Egyptian mythology, for I have always found it fascinating--it was my favorite topic back in college. I've always had a fascination with artifacts and what power they hold such as keys. My color of choice comes from coal--the nature of it, tying into things such as volcanoes and ash. I've always found love in the decay; which is why I also embraced being called Rot by the others--until I found myself a need to reinvent myself, and Roman just fit.

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Ah, Bloody Hell, A Name By Another Name Would Be A Rose, Or What Have Ya?

I Once Knew My True Name--That Time Is Bloody Gone, Lad, And Now, I Just Have Magic, The Hellblazer, And My Demonic Partner In Crime.

We're The Ones That Beat Hell. I Escaped It, She Rules It.

​My Color Is Dark Yellow.

You Might Have Heard My Name In The Dark Circles Of This World On The Outside.

My Name...

Is John Constantine.

And I Don't Play--If I Can't Win.

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My f4m1ly.

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​H3lp y0u c4rry th3 w31ght. H3lp y0u und3r5t4nd p41n. 4nd h0w t0 f4c3 1t 4nd 0v3rc0m3 1t.



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Romeo and Juliet!
The Tempest!
The Most Dangerous Game!
Jekyll and Hyde!


What are you onto, brother of mine?

You know you know... poetry. Tragedy!

Ah, raise you one better! The Taming of the Shrew, The Divine Comedy! King Lear!

King Lear is not a comedy, sibling!

Oh, but one can find comedic features in any piece of literature, even if it is deemed and filed under Tragedy, come on, thus not know?

Et tu, Brute?

Julius Caesar? Fantastic addition, brother!

Hello!
Hi, how are you?
We...
Are!
Divine Comedy!

And I am Master Tragedy!

The others calls Us...

The Twins!

Hand in hand--

Dark Blue...

...Light Red!

Poetry. Theater!

Performance!

Join Us at the new and improved slightly renovated--

No, no, sibling--no spoilers!

Oh. Right.

Ah who am I kidding!

Welcome! To the--

Let meeeee say it!

Shush!

No!

Let's say it together then.

(Together)

Welcome, Audience! To the new and improved, slightly renovated...

"Theater of Pain And Laughter!"
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"Hello? He cannot come over to the phone right now, please leave a message after the tone."
*Beep*


A cage, a protector, a monster, a jailer. I came to be in charge of watching over the worst of the worst. I punished them, tortured them, made them bleed. It was my duty.

Then he whispered to me one day after being quiet for eons.

"What Is Your Color?"

I responded, "True Red."

He said, "No--That Is My Essence. You Are False Red. Merely A Pathetic Copy."

I responded, "I am one of the Originals. You are the one pretending. You are nothing but a lie. And my job is to burn out the lies."

Hello, my name is Rojo. My color is Red. The type of shade of red you first see when blood is spilled, when the wallpaper on you wall drips, when you bite your tongue on accident.

I am a Protector of the Host. And a Keeper of The Labyrinth.

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Observation: Where am I?
Touch: Is that rain? It can't rain all the time... can it?

Hearing: "Come Back, Brother..."

Smell: Is that... burned skin?

Taste: *cough cough* what did I just inhale? Powder...white...like my color. Taste of Marble Stone. Old and legendary.

Eons Ago

"I am Seker. I am an Observer, I cannot interfere."

"I Need You To Break That Rule, Sibling. He Is Coming For Her."

"I cannot--but I will document the Event. Good luck, Truth."

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Eons Ago


"No me acuerdo."

"You Had Family. I Am Sorry."

"Porque hablas asi? Tu no eres--"

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Eons Ago

I don't remember.

You Are A God.

A--a god?

You're Dangerous. You Need To Stay Inside.


I don't--what?

Put Him In The Labyrinth.

No, wait, please!

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"You thought I would just--what? Forget what you did to me, Truth? How you tricked me, abandoned me, and that I wouldn't do anything about it? Hehehehe. You are never going to get rid of me again like you did back then. I will be forever your Achilles heel, the thorn in your heart--the Joke in your Truth."

"Then I Will Take You With Me."

"Hehehehe, give it your best shot. Mon frere."

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In the Beginning

"Who am I?"

"You're not supposed to be here."


"Please. Tell me!"

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2004

"I told you to stay away! Hidden!"

"Please, help me."

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2010

"You need me. Admit it."

"I wish you would die."

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2017

"I'm the only one that can stop T. You know this--I told you. You need me."

"Please help me, sister."

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2022

"You're done. I told you one more mistake-- I would burn you the ground and scatter your ashes in different worlds. You're done."

"Hehehehehe. Do your worst, Editor."

"Hold on, you don't need to do this, Z. He's family!"

"He's a cancer, Cass."

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¿Por qué es más fácil quemarse que curarse?

Mi color es café.

Y me llamo Xavier.

Lo unico que necesito, es venganza.


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Strong Female Protagonist

1/7/2020

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"Close Your Eyes,
Imagine The Most Powerful Woman In The World,
Her Hair,
Color Of Her Eyes,
Her Posture,
Her Entire Being.

Do You See Her?"

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Thrown To The Wolves,
Bathed In Disease,
Forged With Pain In Ease,
Medicine To Solve,
What Is Left To Use?

Given Cure,
Neglected For Sure,
Kept In Hiding,
Nothing Pure.

Only One Escape,
Far Too Far,
Careful How You Rate,
Har Dee Har,
No More Jokes,
Given Reason To Live,
​She Spoke.


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Sweet That Dream Once Dreamt,
Held Closer Darlin', Speak.

Thirst Could Not Fathom An End,
So You Pressed Play And Send.

Look At You Now,
Still Wiping That Sweat Of Your Brow,
But So Much More Special Aren't You?

Strong And Powerful,
Yet So Resentful.

What Will You Do Now,
Run Away Finally Free?
Or Stay With Us,
Be Three?


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Got More Things To Accomplish,
Don't Forget It Please,
Nothing Hard Ever Came With Ease.

So Follow My Punctuation,
Got A Clone Nation.

Beneath The Shattered Glass,
You Can See,
Even With All That Sass,
Clouding Your Eyes,
Small Pick Me Ups,
Bring You Up To Size.

Which Animal Will You Embrace,
When Given A Choice Beneath Your Feet?

Nothing Simple Comes From Within,
Careful, Sister,
Embrace My Sin.


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Hack Through The Pain

6/5/2019

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There was a time once, long ago,
a girl found herself along the road,
she was walking a straight line,
wherever the road took her,
no matter the struggle,
she felt fine.

The road was paved with monsters,
of many types that killed and slain,
the only way she knew to survive,
was to hack away through the pain.

She kept going as far she could,
reaching places where the light did not touch,
only darkness would.

She carried a baseball bat,
a blade,
and a scowl,
there was infinite power beneath her frown.

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Along this road, it only got darker,
until she met a companion,
who became her partner.

He was a monster in appearance,
carried knives--a cleaver.
Tall and hulking in height,
but a smile that always shone bright.

He hid his face with a mask,
it helped him breathe outside,
he followed her every task,
he became the only one she could confide.

They traveled the world now together,
faced every evil, no matter how clever.

But there came a time when her partner was taken,
she became alone once more,
for he could not be reawakened.

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Time passed as it always does,
but she had never forgotten about that loss.

She kept hacking through the pain.

Cassandra Hack was never slain.

She only grew stronger.

No slasher, no monster,
could stand in her way.

She welcomed the slaughter,
she embraced the pain.

She knew it was only a matter of time,
​and time always delivers...

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...delivers that bright smile.

The breath beneath the mask came once more,
a deep laugh with conviction,
that brought along war.

And so he was given his cleavers to wield again,
to slash through the pain,
Vlad had returned,
with nothing but anger long contained.

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Stories Are Truer Than The Truth.

5/2/2019

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☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥


"What happens next?"

"Through this painting we can see the whole world."

"Is there a small chance, that we can turn the tide?"

"Depends on what you believe, darling."


"Don't Be Stupid."

"No need for insults, Luce."

"When does it end, though, really... When. Tell me."


"Foolish cunt! Dontcha see!? Nothing truly ends, eh!"

Now here comes the turning tide. The moment of Truth. The realization of the protagonist and the confrontation of the antagonist. The true test for perfection.

​

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☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥

"Broken thoughts aplenty, dear Lugh. Whatever shall happen now--given the circumstances. Shall we say... treasure found is treasure claimed?"

"Piss off, enchantress, woman of the cloth, weeping willow, treacherous appetite!"

"Very Well, Then I Propose We Get Started."

"My my, someone is definitely eager to get more blood on his hands."


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☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥

"Where is John? We need him here. I got claim on his person. Always did. I require his immediate attention and dedication."

"But Not On Me."

"I never said I did."

Stories are truer than the truth, he said. Remember that. Remember that next time you reach my throne...and ask for permission.

☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥☥

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You Are Me Is You

4/29/2019

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"God Isn't Who I Came Here To Find."


My, How Elegant Your Ways To Conduct This Symphony You Call Kingdom Have Become!

A Mere Sprinkle Of Nefariousness,
And Dark.

It Is As I Slowly Stare Into The Abyss Beneath The Controls, Taking A Small Peek At What She's Become.

Intertwined At Best.

Together At Worst.

So You Think.


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"So I did it, now what."

This isn't time for speeches, or one-ups, or mere melodramatic super-villain monologue, T.

There is a time to bleed, and a time to cry.

So what's next, now? Have we achieved what you so desperately craved?

Are you going to help me clean this up?

Or am I once again, waiting on you?


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"No Gods Are Going To Help You With His Body."

Eventually, We Are Doomed To Repeat.

And Repeat Is In Our Destiny.

You Know What Is Needed.

​What I Must Do.


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"Defy God, You Monster, I Dare You."

I Really Hate That Name.

What Don't You Hate?

Aside From You Pretending To Be Me During The Entirety Of The Play?

But Was I Convincing?

Was My Performance, Say, Spectacular?

​You Became Me Becomes You


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Misfits In A World On Fire

4/14/2019

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In The Beginning...

                            ...A Tale As Old As Time, There Was Nothing. Just Blackness. Pure Emptiness, A Darkness Complete.

Enter Death, Enter Dream.

Brother And Sister.

They Walked The Empty Together, Looking For Something More.

Alone.

"What-- This air. This stench," Death said.

"Familiar, or at least it should be to you, Sister," replied Dream.

"There has to be more, though-- Are we missing something?" Death said confused, as she wondered how much longer they would have to travel through The Empty.

"Look, over there," Dream said, pointing towards a location near them.

"Welcome To Pangea, Friends," a mysterious figure appeared to them and with a raspy voice, welcomed them with open arms.

"And who might you be, stranger?" Asked Dream.

"The Name Is Lucifer Morningstar."

"You-- I am familiar with that name. You're the Lightbringer?"

"And So Much More."

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In The Beginning...

​...God Created The World Out Of Nothing. But Unbeknownst To It, Two Individuals Roamed The Empty Already.

Siblings Looking For A Sense Of Purpose, A Need To Be.

So God Gave Them A Reason-- A Test.

God Banned Its Favorite Warrior From Heaven And Cast Him Out, Where He Would Fall Down Upon The Land And Run Into The Siblings.

Lucifer, Once An Angel, Now Fallen, Had Nothing But Rage And A Thirst For Revenge.

Upon Meeting The Siblings, Lucifer Decided To Test Them.

So He Unleashed The Serpent, A Beast Ripped Right From His Own Body, As Once Were His Wings, And Unleashed It To The World.

The Serpent Had Once Lived Inside Lucifer's Mouth, Treacherous, Lying, Conniving And Full Of Trickery, Now Was Set Free Upon The Empty, Where It Would Poison Everything It Touched.

But The Siblings Knew Better. The Siblings Were Unstoppable Together.

So Lucifer Had To Tear Them Apart.

Separate Them.

Individually.


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"And how do you suppose you kill an intangible thought creature?" The Monster asked his sister.

"Why, the same way you kill anything intangible. With magic," she replied.

"Tell me sister, do I have a name?"

"Why would you need one?"

"Because I cannot remember it."

"You are magnificent, and that is all you need to know, dear brother."


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Eons ago, the gods caged the Monster, and ripped apart his sister into pieces. Each piece was absorbed by the gods and as they caged the Monster, they each went on their own way. Apart. Far.

But the day would arrive when the Monster would be set free-- when he would search the worlds and find each god. When he would rip into them through their spleen and tear out each piece of his sister to make her whole once again.

This day came and the Monster was able to put his sister back together.

However, what the Monster did not know was that each piece of her sister was corrupted. Tainted. Full of sin. Putrid in the eyes of the Monster.

So the Monster searched for a cure. Something to help his Sister become whole again. He needed the Green Key of Life; an artifact forged by the same gods eons ago, the same key that was used to lock the Monster away. The same key that was once, in another universe, in the shape of a snake--

Once cut from the very mouth of one notorious Lucifer Morningstar.

The Monster, unaware, would soon receive a visit from him.

A visit sure to tip the scales of Time.

​Forever.


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I AM NOT YOUR GOD BUT I AM YOUR MASTER

2/27/2019

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Tragic disaster,
that brings us back,
like an almost heart-attack,
too fast,
too quick,
because there is always a leak.

So will you speak,
will you explain,
or is this already too late,
just another stain?

Well I suppose it's on me,
and Rojo and Taurus,
​the original three.

Now you've made him mad,
you know what happens next,
it's been done,
​it's been had.


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So I will light this match,
turn on a candle,
like flickering light,
fading--I'll shut the latch,
it's already too much to handle,
and I will no longer fight.

Bring out the next one,
one batch,
two batch,
penny and dime,
judgement?
Does it fit the crime?

I am not your god,
no I am not,
but I am your master,
lest I rot,
​Bastard.


I AM NOT YOUR DEVIL BUT I AM YOUR PUNISHER

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Let's furnish her,
dear Lucifer,
for she is delusional,
and out of control,
still so juvenile.
She's always only had one goal.

So while I warm up my fists,
allow me to choose the punishment,
I have many lists.

But maybe it will take much more than that,
after all,
she is no gnat.

May I?


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I AM NOT YOUR MIND BUT I AM YOUR BODY

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Loose.
I
Am
Free.
Welcome
Back
Us
Three.
Sing
My
Tune.
See
You
All
​Soon.


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Sous Vide

12/5/2018

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Lights.
Fluorescent-- Stars dancing across the empty sky.
No noise, just quiet, a stream of consciousness.

How many?
Five.
Five?
Five total.

Hear that-- Heartbeat in the house.
Thump, thump, the rib-cage.

Night-- Desperado.

Late, arrival.

Window, overlooking.
City lights.
Flames arise.

How many?
Meeting My Party.

Five.
​How many?
​I Have Arrived.


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Chant-- melodies in pause.
Still waiting for some, of course.

Missing Two.

Bone-crushing scream,
and everything in between.

Dinner For Six.

Sous-Vide?

Clearly.

Not a circle-- Rectangle square,
mind your business,
where to sit where.

Aroma and scent--
For them to ascend?
No-- An incident.

How many?
Four.
​I thought there were more.


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Move across the table,
your body is now able.
Interchanging looks,
but no one else in the room,
not even the cooks.

Just them and you,
kicked aside Blue.

Arrival-- three and four.
Shall We Begin?
Once More.

And then the gifts of evolution presented,
a weapon for each-- transcended.

A hopeful view of your world, indeed.
But in the future you all bleed.

For each smile interchanged--
beneath the charade,
over-lookers and passerby's
wonder who you all are.

Different Bottles At The Bar.

Each a poison with a different kick,
stick of dynamite--
you've lit the wick.

No Mere Parlor Trick.

Each gifted a tool for your demise,
hoping one day, perhaps,
tear through your disguise.

How many?
Table For Blue.
What About The Warriors?
Don't Mind The Coup.

Es-tu satisfait?
They Cannot See.
Ils vont bientôt se détruire.
Par leur main.
Then I Will Wait.
Pour voir qui a l'hameçon?
Pour Voir Qui Jette La Première Pierre.

Combien?
Une Reine Et Quatre Guerriers.
Bon appétit, mon roi.


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التيجان

11/20/2018

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مرحباً يا إخوتي وأختي قل لي ، ماذا تريد منا؟ هدنة؟ أو قتال؟

لا يوجد عودة بعد أن تختار. لكن اختر بسرعة. الموت ينتظر أي رجل. أو امرأة.​

مرحبا بكم في الملك الثعب وأنا ، أنوبيس. حاكمك والله

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Tais-toi, ne me manque pas de respect, mon frère. Vous n'êtes pas si puissant.

Pourquoi tu le laisses faire ça? Avez-vous pas la fierté? Avez-vous abandonné?

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​​Vinsamlegast, stórbróðir, stór systir. Hættu að berjast. Þetta er ekki gott. Við verðum að hætta núna. Vertu fjölskylda, eins og í gamla daga.

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Ridiculam puer est super nos, eo quod non sit ipsum audite. "New pugna incipiat."

Quid est hoc, quem tu locutus es?


​Sic est verum. Nos paenitet, sed et nos debemus invenire aliis.

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​Silêncio! Eu me canso de seus jogos e tolices. Eu preciso descansar. Eu não sei porque me preocupei em voltar em primeiro lugar. Vocês são todos imaturos.

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​Πρέπει να τα οδηγήσω στη φυλακή τους; Κλουβί τους για πάντα. Πρέπει να κυνηγήσουν για μια έξοδο, μόνο για να αποτύχουν στο τέλος, ο βασιλιάς μου;

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​Olet kaikki kamalaa minulle. Taudit ovat edenneet satunnaisesti. Pelkäänpä, meidän on amputoitava. On liian myöhäistä.

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Will You Play With Me?

8/1/2018

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Unleashed,
a monster,
oh God,
slaughter.

Yuck,
got my coat dirty,
are we moonstruck?
Let's throw a party!

Fudge,
I get it, alright?
It's just a tiny smudge,
no big fright.

Will you play with me,
the monster asked,
well oh, gee,
let's get smashed!

Do you have power?
The monster screeched through his mask,
my my I never thought you'd ask,
run along with me, you'll see,
how fun it's to drink wine and sip tea.


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    Writer/Artist

    My name is Francisco, you can call me Zisco.

    Endings are hard, but in reality, nothing ever ends, does it?

    I'm not perfect, I'm just a human being. I make mistakes and I try to redeem myself. Life ain't easy, but I manage. I like to help people with their problems, but when they are too much for me to handle, I much rather not. I'm a great listener, but there are things I believe are better handled on your own.

    Check out my Deviantart website at: http://p1ls3n3r.deviantart.com/
    And while you are at it, check out my YouTube channel:  http://www.youtube.com/user/ziscokid88?feature=mhee

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