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11月14日 Hi-Fidelity rip off #1Top 5 things I miss about having sex.
#5-Truthful Inuendo
When you're having sex all the little remarks you make can actually end up happening.
#4-Quickies
Sure they're not making love, but they are fun and they can really turn a bad day around.
#3-The Rush
I'm not just talking about orgasm, the whole expierince gives your body such a jolt of chemicals, its quite amazing.
#2-The "You're not a loser anymore" aspect
When you're having sex with someone/s you don't feel as down about yourself as you do normally.
#1-The Closeness
When you and another person are intimate you get to be close, which is always a good feeling. 11月11日 Wanted: Dead***Prolouge***
The Marshall was fed up, he was tired of chasing that damned outlaw around from town to town and coming up with his hands empty everytime. Not once had anyone escaped and eluded The Marshall as much as he had. The Marshall spit baccy juice into his spitoon. The cling sound thundered through the empty jail house. Play time was over for that scoundral, this was serious...
The next day all of this town and every surrounding towns there were posters everywhere. Townsfolk could be seen studying these posters for was seem like forever. They couldn't believe what they read...
The Marshall had started a war, everyman for himself, even the most passive men couldn't turn down this offer. The Marshall tipped his hat and put a cigar up to his dirty lips. The cigar smoke filled the jail house, along with the marshall's laughter...
POSTED
WANTED FOR NUMEROUS COUNTS OF
ROUGHHOUSING, DISTURBING THE PEACE, ROBBERY,
HOOLIGANIE, MURDER, MANSLAUGHTER, GRAND LARCENY,
POACHING, GUNSLINGING, WHISKEY DRINKING, MOONSHINING,
AND BREAKING WOMEN'S HEARTS
DEAD OR ALIVE
REWARD: 1 MILLION US DOLLARS
GOES BY:
THE BYRDMAN
And thats all it took, a million dollar reward, The Byrdman had just made many enemies... 11月9日 New LayoutWell the new latout for the site is done, what do you think Hatchlings?
Any comments or suggestions very welcome, I would like to know what everyone thinks of the new look.
The change is here!
~Hombre Byrdman~ 11月7日 The Festival Of The Great ReunionThe morning sun began to rise, a fine mist was in the air. The Byrdman lay in his small grove atop The Peak. He woke from his unsettling slumber. His sleep was filled with nightmares and horrid images. In his terrors he saw visions of Sad Angel. She would be in the fires of hell, burning in agony. Some would be of her with demons violating her perfect body, some would be of mutalation. The one that caused our hero to wake in cold sweat was the vision of Sad Angel laughing and enjoying the vile deeds around her, she drew a dark sword, it was the Wicked Chaos Blade. He saw himself fight off the hordes of demons and devils, only to have her slay him in monsterous betrayal. She smiled and laughed as she tore our hero limb from limb...
This vision truely disturbed our hero. The Byrdman, now looking around at the shambles his once glorious home here was in, began to wonder what to do. As he walked around the mess a small dove perched on his shoulder. The small delicate bird had a note tied to its leg. Our hero took the note and the bird flew off, he read words that he never expected to see.
My Dearest Byrdman,
I would like to extend to you an invitation.
I have moved from my old home and have
found myself in a place where my dreams
come true. This is a sacred place where
I finally fit in. We have a festival coming
in less then two sunset's time.
It would greatly honor me if you would
attend our great celebration.
My new home can only be reached
by those invited, so I have incased
a spell into this letter. When you finish
reading you'll see what I mean.
Please come, don't break my little heart!
~Signed, The Dryad Of Your Dreams
As soon as the final words of the letter left our hero's mouth, a becon of bright green light shot up out in the distance. It was so far that he did not know of what area it was. He knew he had nothing else to do, and figured a festival might increase his broken spirit. The Byrdman took flight as fast as he could towards the green pillar of light.
The Byrdman flew striaght through the day and night, it seemed like he would never reach the origin of this light. Finally he reached the pillar, he looked down to see a baron desert below him. This puzzled him greatly. How could a dryad live in a baron desert? As he reached the ground he felt himself pass right through the sand. It was an illusion. He passed down and found himself in a grand rich forest. This forest was thicker then any he had ever seen. He floated down to a path, the forest seemed lit by some magical means. He walked and walked, finally he reached a clearing. He saw many small huts and many small creatures of all types scurring about. From behind him he heard a familiar voice cry out. It was Onna, the little small fey he had helped ages ago. They had not seen each other in what seemed like eons.
The little dryad took our hero back to her hut. She had so many things to tell him. She told of how she was succeeding in her dreams, and how she had found a beautiful new life here with her new woodland friends. She told of how she thought she might be falling for a few of her male compainions. The Byrdman was so happy for his old friend. He was so glad to see her finally reaching the point in her life she so greatly deserved. She asked how things were with him, he told her some of the horrible things, but he held back the gruesome details. He didn't want to dampen her lifted spirits with his problems. They talked and laughed, shared stories, some happy, some sad. The little fey told him that everything would be all right, reguardless of what witches, demons, or angels had done to him. She was so excited, for the festival was tomorrow night.
The next morning she introduced our hero to her new friends, she seemed to know almost every creature in this forest. All of her compainions seemed very nice, and for the most part friendly. However, for the most part he knew that they knew that he did not belong there. He felt very uncomfortible here, he felt as though he was an infection in this otherwise place of perfection. But alas, he tried not to let the little fey know of his feelings, he was here for her, to make her happy. She told our hero that tonight was to be the night they were reunited as friends who had long been apart. The Festival of the Great Reunion she called it. The Byrdman just smiled.
That night the large fire burned, wonderful music filled the air, and the finest of wine and food were prepared. All the creatures came out and they were all dancing with one another. The Byrdman ate of the food here, it was the most wonderful food he had ever partaken in. He ate till he had had his full. The happy little dryad grabbed The Byrdman from his eating and the two danced and danced. The music and mood was almost intoxicating. However our hero has been at war for very long, he could not dance as long as the little fey. He bowed to her and said he would return. He sat across the fire and watched her dance the night away. Everyone here seemed so happy, they all fit right into thier own little place. He watched as others danced, some ate and drank, and some made love in the natural way that seemed to correlate with the winds of the earth itself. Then our hero looked at himself, he need not be here, he was an anomoly.
The Byrdman danced with the little dryad some more and the festival started to slow down. Everyone started to return to thier huts. The Byrdman waited until the dead of night, when the little fey was fast asleep. He got up and reached over to the little dryad, he wispered a soft thank you in her ear. She rustled just a bit, then settled. He plucked one of his feathers and placed it in her hand. He quietly left her hut and started out of the village. There were some of her companions laid out around the fires, passed quickly out by the fun of the festival. He walked and walked, until he could barely see some of the embers of the fires in the trees. He turned and looked at the new paradise that Onna had found, and knew that paradise is not where he belongs. He seems to have lost it all, and she seems to have gained the world... Balance is kept in the universe... One wins, one loses, one dies, another is born, so is the way of things.
The Byrdman flew up from where he desended, he flew up above the desert and landed down on it. This time he did not pass through the ground, it was real desert this time...
**EPILOUGE**
The footprints our hero left went back for miles and miles. The Byrdman just began walking, and wandering the desert. His walk was not an empty one however, his thoughts raced more then ever before...
The Byrdman, he was a lover to angels, he was a lover to devils, and he was a hero to all creatures big and small inbetween. He had fought war after war and came out alive. He had survived a curse no other had lived to tell about. He had been banished to the abyss, and fought his way back to earth. He had been hurt by those he hated and those who hated him. He had been killed by those whom he loved, and those who loved him. He had it all, and lost more then that. He had seen, felt, smelled, touched, and tasted things some can't even imagine.
All this, and now he wandered...
What is our hero to do? What will become of him?
Only those who spin the wheel of fate know the answer to that, but for now he walks, trying to find that which is not there...
One day he will find his place, one day...
One day, The Byrdman, shall fly again...
~The End~ 11月1日 IMPORTANT UPDATEHatchlings, i have a very important annoucement, we will very soon be leaving the world of fantasy. Thats right there are only one or two more chapters in the 1st chronical.
BUT DONT WORRY **WE WILL RETURN THERE SOON**
I have decided to take our hero, friends, and events into a new setting!! Thats right, soon the new book shall be written...
What is this new setting you ask? Well its..........
Gothic Neo-Western
Trust me Hatchlings, you won't be dissapointed! And as i said, i promise we will return to the fantasy world, but for now... the change will be refreshing!
I hope you look forward to the new adventures as much as I do!
~The Byrdman, putting down his sword, picking up a six-shooter~ 10月29日 HalloweenUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!
I havent been sober in the past two days Hatchlings, and i shall not be until tuesday! but thats ok, i got some pictures of your hero partying...
Check it out, Im Shaggy2dope mother faccoo!
Thats ryan(Yantis Omegus) as ABK (Any Body Killa)
~Drunk and Dressed Up! 10月23日 Fallen Angels and Broken HeartsOur hero scoured the forest for what seemed like days. He was looking for something, anything, a sign, an omen. He needed help to save his love from the clutches of the evil ones. The more he searched the less he found. He was tired but couldn't give up now, although he thought nothing could help him now. One night while The Byrdman lay in slumber at his small camp site, he was awaken by some noise. He rose up to see an old man sitting in front of him. The Byrdman was startled and asked the man what he wanted. He explained that he only wanted to sit by his fire and warm his bones for awhile. The Byrdman being a kind and gentle person of course let the old timer sit and enjoy the warmth. The Byrdman noticed that the old man had a panther with him, which seemed odd, normally a panther would have attacked them both, but this one seemed almost a friend of the old man. The old man shifted his weight by the fire and our hero caught a glimse of a symbol the man carried. He knew it was a symbol of the acient druids of the land. Our hero then realized he sat across from a powerful sage...
The man noticed The Byrdman's change of attitude, he confirmed what The Byrdman believed. The Byrdman of course sat and talked with the sage for some time, not everyone gets to share knowlege with ancient druids. The old man asked The Byrdman what bothered him, for he knew something was amiss in this young man's life. The Byrdman explained the situation he was in. The old man thought for awhile, he reached in his pouch and poured some gold looking dust on the fire, the flames blazed up and turned a somber shade of green. The sage began to tell a story to our hero, he explained to The Byrdman about the weaving of fate. He told of how all of our lives are merely grains of sand in the beach that is the universe. He told him that even though he cannt escape his fate, he does however control his destiny. For what is meant will happen no matter what, but you must also know you did what you had to do. Every man will meet his fate, but not all shall reach their destiny...
And with that the old man got up and thanked The Byrdman for the kindness and hoped his story helped him in his troubles. He gave The Byrdman a small trinket and told our hero that he shall always be a friend of nature. The old man slowly walked off into the night. The Byrdman thought and reflected all night long, he knew what he must do... It was time to meet his fate.
The next morning our hero took flight out of the forest. He flew back towards The Black Tower. He knew now that he could not change fate, but he had to know he did all he could do. As he got closer to the tower dark clouds gathered in the sky, rain and lightning poured down on him. He saw the top of the tower begin to peak in the distance, he saw the black dragons circling the top. A weird purple glow was blillowing out of the tower's dome, he knew something was up and he must act fast. He reached the tower gates, they were down and the tower was open, he found this very disturbing. He flew in and up the tower. He saw all the gnolls below him, kneeled down, their ugly dog like faces on the ground. This was bad our hero thought...
He finally reached the door to the top of the tower, he could hear strange chanting on the other side, he hit the door and it burst open. There he saw a terrifing sight. The cross that held Sad Angel sat on the ground now, surrounding her were strange demon like creatures. The Wicked Witch and The Warlock stood slightly above on the pillar chanting and reciting. The cross no longed used leather straps to hold her, the object itself was alive and slithering red tenticles held her in place. On the ground around her The Byrdman notice a summoning circle, only this one was engraved with vile and demonic symbols. The Byrdman started to walk forward, but a blast of evil energy sent him to his knees, he felt tired, weak, and sick. He looked up to see The Witch and Warlock casting evil magic apon the summoning circle. The glass on the dome celing shattered and five Erinyes can soaring down from the black skies. The Byrdman could not believe what they were doing, they were summoning devils straight from The Nine Hells. Suddenly the tower shook and the summoning circle opened. A blast of foul energy engulfed Sad Angel, her eyes shot open, she looked directly at The Byrdman, he thought he could hear her call his name. With that her wings burst into flames and her body began to detererate. She slowly faded out of exsistance...
The five fallen angels around her jumped into the circle and disapeared, the circle closed with blinding light. The Byrdman looked up just in time to see The Wicked Witch and The Warlock explode into decaying mass. Dust and bones covered the floor and all The Byrdman could hear was thier laughter... He stood over the circle which had a strange symbol on it. The symbol was a pair of red glowing eyes over a horizontally postitioned ransuer, circled by a red tail ending in a wicked barb. The Byrdman knew the symbol, it was the calling card of Fierna and Belial, the lords of the fourth level of The Nine Hells. The Byrdman sat and cryed for a week in that very spot, the floor became covered with his tears of blood. He then gathered himself and began to think of what would Fierna would want with Sad Angel....or perhaps she wanted something with him. He knew that he had no way of getting into The Nine Hells and back out just by himself.
The Byrdman then burned the rest of The Black Tower down, he flew high atop, back to The Peak, the highest point in the land, the place of his birth and ressurection and watched the tower burn for good. Maybe one day The Byrdman would have the love of his life back, but for now theres nothing more he can do...
Farewell for now Sad Angel, stay strong, for one day The Byrdman might be able to save thee, but until that day cometh, know our hero loved you truely and always will until he layeth his sword down for good...
~The Byrdman, now with out direction...~ 10月21日 Slayed KinshipThe Byrdman came to rest on the forest floor. He looked up and just as he thought the dark dragons could not enter the magical forest. It was a safe haven from evil, here he could rest, heal, and devise a plan to rescue his love. There he sat, tending to his wounds, soon he had the bleeding stopped. He stood up and began down the forest path. He was still very weary, he remembered that he had friends here in the forest, surely one of them would be glad to help him. After following the path for sometime he came upon a small hut. Everything on the hut was smaller then normal, the door, the windows, everything looked scaled down. Smoke arose from the chimney of the miniature dwelling. He knew this was friendly territory, he knew this was the home of his friend, the gnome princess.
He knocked on the door, and sure enough out came the bubblily lil gnome. She was shocked to see him, she jumped up and down with excitement. She invited him in for some tea, but alas he declined. He showed her his wound on his side. The little gnome gasped with shock. He explained that he needed healing magic, and wondered if she knew any. Luckily for our hero the gnome was also a practiced wizardress. She ran inside and soon came out holding an old scroll. She unrolled it and began to read the arcane words. Warm magical energy began to surround The Byrdman's wounds, and it began to close up. The gnome asked him what had happened, he explained the whole story of what had happened. The little gnome felt so sorry for her friend, for she knew what all he had already been through. She wished she could help him more, but her magic was no match against the evil evocations of the Wicked Witch. The Byrdman told her not to worry, for this was a battle he must face alone. He thanked her for the magic, and said that he had very little time to waste. The two old friends said their goodbyes and our hero set on his way, deeper into the forest he traveled.
He walked and walked, and he thought the whole time. He had to come up with a way to get his love back, but he didn't know how. He felt so helpless, what was he to do? Every now and then our hero would get the feeling he was being watched, he would think he heard footsteps, but he would turn and see nothing. The sun was starting to fade over the tops of the trees. He stopped for a little while to rest. He sat off the path and began to meditate, he hoped that he could find some sort of answer to his problem...
Our hero's meditation was cut short however with a breath-taking blow to the back of the head. The Byrdman sailed through the air and back onto the path. His vision was blurred, he spit onto the ground...blood. The hit was harder then he thought. Again from behind he felt an incredible blow. Our hero went prone. The Byrdman was dizzy, he looked up and saw his attacker. He knew that his eyes must jest him, for who he saw he knew would never attack him. There standing over him stood Tordek, his life long brother in arms. The Byrdman called out to him, but the only reply he got was a loud war cry. Tordek charged at him, The Byrdman had no choice, he shook his head and drew his blade. He circled the large half-orc, why was he attacking me, The Byrdman thought... Tordek swung his large club, again and again. The Byrdman could see the barbarian rage in his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening, Tordek had betrayed him...
The Byrdman knew what this meant, barbarian are like dogs, if they are loyal, they are true companions, but if they ever betray you, they must be killed. The Byrdman rose his blade with anger and just wrath. The two weapons clashed together. Hit after hit the two previous brothers fought as though they had been mortal enemies. The Byrdman began to feel the heat rise again. He could feel the surge of power flow through his body. Tordek swung his great club missing The Byrdman, our hero flew into the air. He raised his hands and from them he cast down apon Tordek fire and brimestone. The whole forest lit up. The half-orc lie there, smoldering under burning rocks. Our hero flew down to his side, he asked Tordek why he had betrayed him. The only reply he got was that Tordek didn't want our hero to reunite with his angel...
And with that, The Byrdman was beside himself, he couldn't understand this ultimate betrayl. He raised his blade and came down on the half-orc's neck with all of his might. Tordek's head left his body with ease. The Byrdman reached down and picked up the head. He looked it square in its dead eyes, what had just happened made him physically sick... The Byrdman let out a cry that shook the forest and threw the head with all of his might towards The Black Tower. The Byrdman slowly and sadly headed into the night and into the forest...
The Wicked Witch and Warlock stood over a crystal ball, they had been watching The Byrdman, they must have had something to do with this. They began discussing the events when they were cut short when their crystal ball shattered on the floor. They looked down to see the severed head of a half-orc lying in the broken glass...
~The Byrdman has been betrayed by his closest friend, all Judas's goto hell~ 10月20日 The Colbert ReportHatchlings, if you're not getting your news from Stephen Colbert you might as well have your finger up your poopy hole!
Today i watched The Colbert Report for the 1st time, i believe it was the first episode, and i must say that this news show is wonderful. Its even better then the dailey show. CNN, Fox, MSNBC, Headline News, you can all kiss Stephen's ass!
~The Byrdman believes in Colbert~ 10月19日 The Tower TopThis was it, the central nest of The Black Tower. The Byrdman looked around, taking in his surroundings, for he knew a fight was to come. This was a huge open dark room with an extremely high domed celing. Little shreads of light barely came through the dirty glass windows that made up the dome. Statues of evil dragons adorned the walls all around. Thick smoke would occasionally ooze out of the statues. In the center of this room of abomination stood a pillar of dark onyx. Atop the pillar stood The Wicked Witch, along with her Warlock. They stood over a large caldron, green bubbles came from within. The Byrdman moved his eyes to see what horrified him the most, there suspended in air, was Sad Angel. She was crucified with what looked like black bands of leather to a crimson cross that almost seemed alive itself. Around her was a force feild of evil energy.
Sad Angel looked unconsious. The Wicked Witch and Warlock laughed with great malicious delight. The Byrdman's teeth grit together. What would evil want with his purest of pure? All our hero knew was she must be rescued. The Byrdman gave a cry and shot into the air. His blade swished and swiped. The Witch and Warlock seemed impossible to hit. He landed on the platform. Sparks flew from the Warlock's hand as our hero blocked a blow by The Witch. The shock of electric pain was intense. The Byrdman fell to his knees, but he still had his wit about him. He used this to his advantage and tripped The Warlock. He jumped to his feet and swung at The Wicked Witch.
The hit was shallow but long, blood poured from the chest of the evil woman. A blood curdling scream was heard over the fight. It was not a scream from The Witch nor The Warlock. The Byrdman looked up in fear. Sad Angel had a gaping gash across her chest, identical to the wound of The Witch. The two evil one's laughter echoed in our hero's head. This couldn't be... Any wound done to The Witch or Warlock was also done to Sad Angel. The Byrdman's jaw almost dropped, but instead quivered. What sort of evil trickery was this? Our hero spun and sliced the hand of The Warlock, and to his horror Sad Angel cried out again. What was he to do, his mind raced and paniced thoughts entered his head.
He would not be able to attack the evil ones like this, but what could he do? As his mind raced a blast of evil force knocked The Byrdman off the pillar and onto the floor. His side wound began to bleed once more. He felt nothing but intense pain. However, no physical pain could match his feeling of helplessness. The Warlock began to chant, the tower shook, and The Byrdman snapped to. He looked around, blood poured from himself and Sad Angel high above. The dragon staues began to move and breathe life. The Byrdman saw there was too many to fight in his condition, and he did not know what more evil magic was at work here. It killed his very soul, but he had to flee for now. The Byrdman ran and ran, past a few gnolls and just out of reach of the dragons. He burst out of one of the hallway windows and took flight. The dragons close behind. He had to lose these fire breathers fast. He knew of one place to go, a safe haven where he could recoup and maybe even get some help from an old friend, an old friend with arcane knowlegde no doubt. 10月15日 Battling The HordesThe Byrdman had finally done it, he was inside. Now all he must do is find Sad Angel, rescue her, leave, and live happily ever after. He walked down the dark corridor, quietly he crept along. Every now and then he thought he heard something in the darkness. The hallway went on for what seemed like miles, the only light was coming from torches that glowed an eerie blue glow, however they were spread out thin, shadows ruled here. A cold dark wind blew through the corridor, it felt as though it would cut our hero in half. Out of no where he heard a loud bell toll. It banged and banged, The Byrdman's head felt like it was going to explode. Then footsteps filled the dark hallway, it sounded like an army of a thousand. Our hero saw small yellow glowing eyes moving frantically around him.
A few of them crept into the little light that was in the corridor. Thier smell was horrible, they stood upright, but they had the heads and fur of a hyena, they all had crudely made sheilds and axes... The Wicked Witch's Gnoll army. There had to be at least a hundred Gnolls surrounding our hero. They stared and drooled, they could already taste blood, and it drove them mad. From out of the crowd came a howl, The Byrdman drew his blade, they all piled on top of him like a tidal wave of fur and teeth. The Byrdman slashed and parried, he smashed through shields and broke axes. He would slice tree of four in half with one swipe, only to find six more gnolls had come to take thier place. He fought and fought, every other swipe he could feel thier nasty teeth sink into his flesh.
After one failed stab he felt cold steel enter his side, he looked down to see an axe caught between his last two ribs, our hero began to feel sick, he was losing much blood. The smell of it entered the air, it only made the gnolls more crazy and faster thier attacks came. That hot feeling came over our hero once again, this time he concetrated and forced it outward. He sheathed his blade and from his hands shot a cone like blast of fire. The smell of burnt fur and flesh was over welming. Gnolls dropped like flies in front of our hero. He saw in the distance, off the light of his fire a door close ahead. The gnolls were shocked, some ran, but other pressed the attack. The Byrdman made a run for the door, he fought off as he ran the remaining attacking gnolls.
The door was locked, but badly burned. He bashed the door again and again. As he was bashing he felt a sharp pain on his back, he turned to see a gnoll holding a bloody axe. The Byrdman felt like passing out, but he heard Sad Angel's voice in his head, telling him to not give up, not now, that he was so close. He jumped into the air and came down on the gnoll with all his might. The gnoll split in half with ease. He slowly rose from the floor. The door behind him slowly crept open. He looked inside, this was The Wicked Witch's inner chamber...
~Our hero is hurt, with an entire war still to fight~ 10月14日 A Hand To FlameAs our hero flew high over the lands, the skies grew darker and darker. He knew he drew closer to the Black Tower. Soon underneath him the green forrest grew dark and dead. The gnarled trees looked as though they would reach out for him at any moment. As he looked ahead he could see a huge black mass that rose out of the earth like a cancer, sucking the life from the ground around. This was it, he had reached The Black Tower. Black smog oozed out of numerous chimneys, small black dragons flew around the top of the evil tower. The Byrdman was almost sickened with the stinch and waves of evil force radiating from the tower. He flew around for what seemed like days, trying his best to find a way into the tower. He finally noticed an unguarded sewage vent. He flew down to it, the smell was enough to kill a mortal man.
He gathered all his strength, grabbed the iron cover, and began to pull with all his might. His muscles surged, veins popped out all over his body, it looked as though his body was about to explode. His grip began to slip, it looked as though this vent was too strong, but then, he thought of his love. In his head he heard Sad Angel wisper to him, she told him he could do it. Just then the vent went flying from its henges. The Byrdman threw the gate covering down into the depths below the tower. He drew his Mighty Blade Of Justice and entered the tower.
As he continued through the nasty waters he would occasionaly feel something pass by his legs. He thought nothing of it, even though the water was too dark to see what it was. He walked and walked, hours passed by as he navigated the laberynth of pipes and passages. Finally he reached a ladder that led up out of the sewers. He walked towards the ladder with confidence. However something again brushed his legs, this time extremely fast, and it was much bigger then before. From out of the water burst a large snarling wererat. The disgusting creature hissed and scratched at our hero. The Byrdman deflected the nasty rat's blows. Our hero swung his mighty blade across the wererat's chest, opening it like a great chasim, blood spirted out and coverThe Byrdman. The inside of the creature smelled even worse then the outside. Our hero stepped over the nasty remains and started to climb the ladder. At his fourth step up, he felt something wrap around his waist and pull him down into the smelly waters again. The wererat stood over him, rage filled his dead looking eyes. He bit down onto The Byrdman's neck, and our hero grabbed the rat by the throat.
The Byrdman's vision began to blur and darken, his grip was enough to keep the rat from cutting his air off, The Byrdman began to feel his grip loosen on the rat. The wererat's teeth sank down, and began to tear the flesh of our hero's neck. Just as our hero was about to pass out, he felt a wave of heat rush over his body, his hand began to heat rappidly. What was this strange feeling, our hero had never felt such a power before. Suddenly The Byrdman's hands burst into flames, scorching the rat and burning through his throat. The wererat was dead for good no doubt, but what had just happened?
The Byrdman was confused, the fire on his hands died down and dissapated. Yet the same fire that dessimated the rat had not hurt our hero's hands one bit. How could this be? The Byrdman, although scared and confused knew he must press forward, he climbed the ladder and entered The Black Tower.
~Until next time, be good Hatchlings~ 10月12日 Why This StoryMy Hatchlings, today I'd like to try and take a break from the chaos that is my life and just talk about my story. I'm sure many of you wonder why I write this on-going fairytale like story. Its really quite simple, its my escape, and its my way of dealing with the shit that life throws at you. This is MY world, I feel safer in my world then this so called "reality" that everyone else lives in. Mainly the world just looks a lil differently through my eyes.
Another reason is, I love the fantasy fairtale make-believe world. Sure theres even more danger in my world of make believe, but also, the skies are brighter, the air is cleaner, and the grass is greener. In my mind, its an ok trade off.
Another question on your Hatchling mind might be: "Where do you get the inspiration for these stories?" Again, simple answer, I take everything that happens to me in 'real' life and transpose it into this world that i live in, what other people see as, for example, me battling cancer, I saw it as "The Byrdman"(my character) going to the lower plains, which would be hell, hades, the underworld, etc, and his battle to get back to the material plain(normal earth, where people dwell).
I suppose some doctors would call it a defense mechanism, possibly a disorder, but to most its just an interesting way to look at one's own life. Plus, who wants to grow up and live in a world of paper trails and red tape? I want to stay in the land of fairies and dragons, where brave warriors battle evil sorrcerors, don't you?
And don't worry fans of the story, as long as im alive, the story will continue...
~Long Live The Imagination, The Byrdman~ 10月11日 No ComprendoWTF Hatchlings?!?!?!
I dont get it, shes going waaaaaaaaaaay to f*cking far!
Get this my lovelies, last night, you know who talks to Tordek, my life long compainion, and tries to turn him against me!!! What the hell?! The one who will not be named keeps taking these low down, dirty, cheap shots. This person is ruthlessly attacking me while i am down and defensless. Where is the honor? Talking about me behind my back, trying to get Tordek to work against me, and get this BS... This person thinks that the love of my life should leave me ONLY on the reason that she hasnt dated around much, so she should date awhole bunch of people before finding the person she finally wants to be with....
Now i dont know about you Hatchlings, but that might be the most rediculous thing ever spoken in the history of man. So let me try to understand this...
This person would rather my love date around with awhole bunch of guys, getting hurt breaking up, going out, over and over again, and most likely ending up sleeping around, and yes, thats a possiblility(not that i think that my love would sleep around, i dont think she would, but it could happen) putting herself in danger of STDs, drugs, violence, strange new men could bring about God only knows, she could end up with someone who beats her for God's sake! And this, THIS is what this person would rather happen, then her being with me, someone who would give his f*cking life for her and not think twice about it, someone who loves her more then anything in the world and would do anything to make her happy, someone who's gonna provide and care for her for the rest of her life, someone she doesnt have to worry about hurting her, someone she can trust and never have a care in the world with?!
This just doesnt make sense to me hatchlings, does it to you?
And what tops this all off, is this person that whats all this horrid things for her....is her own mother.... what kind of love is that for one's own child? I just dont understand.......
~I just want to live peacefully with my love, is that too much to ask?~
10月10日 No Rest For The WearyMy precious Hatchlings, truely I live the life of a warrior, but there seems to be no end to my battles. There is no end to the circle of shit that is the life of your humble narrator...
You would think that things would be great and that I would be living on cloud 9 right now, my cancer finally gone, and having being done with that horrifing nightmare. But alas Hatchlings, your hero gets no break once so ever...
I don't know what to do, I'm at my very end, I'm running out of energy. This fight is running me ragged. Hatchlings, you just don't understand what she means to me... Nothing, and I mean nothing in this world matters to me but her, all I care about is her. Everyone else in this world could all go straight to hell and I wouldnt shed a tear(sorry Hatchlings) but is anything was to ever happen to her, something as small as her stumping her toe, I weep, and am not satisfied until she is happy once again.
I just don't understand why someone would want to stop someone who loves her more then life itself, and would throw away his own life, just for her, from seeing her. Even from being around her, it doesn't make sense, I'm at a loss of words.
We even talked Hatchlings, and everything was suppose to be cool, a truce was come to, however the next day, this person hates me more then the day before, I don't understand, what happened? I don't know what to do Hatchlings, this is killing me. I can kick cancer's ass, but if something were to happen to me and her, I would die, thats the only thing that can kill me.
What can I, what should I do, Hatchlings? I need your help...
I'm so tired, I just want rest, rest from this battle, all I need to live is her...
~A Battle Torn Byrdman~ 10月9日 The Wicked WitchThe Byrdman is back from the dead, Sad Angel and our hero are finally able to live the rest of thier lives happily ever after, and now our story has its happy ending...
Not quite, for something wicked this way comes...
It was a beautiful fall afternoon, The Byrdman and his Angel enjoying life, for the first time ever it seemed like God was in his heaven and everything was right with the world. Over the mountians however the azure sky began to grow dim, dark black and grey clouds began to cover the land. The Byrdman and Sad Angel were sitting by the brook, listening to the babbling of the water. They both noticed the sky growing darker and darker, this worried The Byrdman, for he had never seen this dark of clouds. Even Sad Angel's murderous rampage with The Wicked Chaos Blade had not produced such darkness. A cold wind began to howl, Sad Angel suddered, partly in fright of what was to come.
The Byrdman drew his mighty sword in ready of what lie in the darkness, however he was not prepared for what lie within. With a bolt of evil energy his sword was flung from his grip and landed in the brook, which now ran crimson as blood. Thunder crashed and lightning fell, Sad Angel began to cry, The Byrdman grabbed her, trying to comfort her. A whirlwind of wickedness began to swirl around them. Now even our hero was a bit frightened.
From out of the darkness came a kakle unlike anything our two protagonists have ever heard. The dark clouds began to fall all around, one could barely see in front of one's face. The Byrdman held Sad Angel close, she cryed into his arms. From out of the clouds a form began to appear. A large figure holding a broom slowly crept out of the dark swirl of clouds. It was what our hero had feared, it was The Wicked Witch. She laughed and laughed her evil laugh, The Byrdman tryed to reach for his sword to defend his love from the evil that stand before them. The Wicked Witch quickly cast a spell of unfathomable evil, evil far worse then even the Succubus could even conjure. The spell enguled The Byrdman as he reached for his mighty blade, and he fell to the earth, hurt and dieing.
The Wicked Witch laughed and laughed, Sad Angel turned to her loved and cryed out in agony, she screamed and screamed, so much that the earth shook, her pain seeing her lover on the ground was almost too much to bare. The Wicked Witch then grabbed Sad Angel by the arm and cast an entanglement spell apon her, she couldnt move. However, tears still ran down her face like a great flood. The Wicked Witch loaded her onto her broom and flew away to the Black Tower. The Byrdman looked up in pain, tears of blood ran down his face, just in time to see the only thing in this existance that mattered to him be taken away by The Wicked Witch. His physical body cannot take the pain and he passes out.
Morning comes, The Byrdman wakes up in a cot like bed, in the local inn. His clothes and mighty blade lay beside him in a chair, he gathers his belongings and asks around the inn what had happened. They tell him that he was found laying half way in the brook, bloodied and beaten, the young milk maiden found him and called for help, he was brought here and took care of. The Byrdman thanks the kind inn keepers and tosses them a few gold pieces. He steps outside the inn and looks toward the sky, he sees one lone dark cloud hanging in the sky like a black omen from God himself.
At that moment everything becomes perfectly clear, like an unmuddied lake, he remembers all that happened at the brook last night. His eyes glow with rage, a holy wrath builds inside of him. His silver wings burst through his clothing without him even thinking about it. His mucles surge and his teeth grind. His all, his everything has been kiddnapped by The Wicked Witch. He knows what he must do, he draws his Mighty Blade Of Justice and shoots into the air like a rocket. The sound of thunder is heard as he takes off into the skies. He flies hard and fast, he is headed to The Black Tower, the lair of The Wicked Witch herself. He will not lose his love now, he faught a war over her, he died and was ressurected for her, he went to the bowls of hell for her. No evil witch was going to take her from him now, this was a crime, a crime against love. He is to bring down the Wrath Of God apon this fiend, The Wicked Witch will have justice handed to her, and Sad Angel will be safe in the arms of The Byrdman once again, very soon... 10月5日 Life After Death: NowHello Hatchlings, it truely is a new dawn, for if you havent heard, the mass in my lymph nodes was all benigh tissue, therefore your Hero is now cancer free, no longer a cancer patient, but yet a cancer survivor!
Wow surgery was though, today was the 1st time ive been able to go #2 since last wed. Everythings just now getting back to working order, i havent checked out the rifle to see if it still fires or not, but im a lil nervous, so ive been putting it off... Wow, my back hurts, my cut hurts, which btw is huge, from bottom of sternum to top of pubic bone. And ive been messed up on pain killers for four days now, its begining to take its toll, but at least the nightmares are starting to wear-down. Its gunna be 4 weeks before i can drive anywhere, a couple of months till i can do strenious activity, and prob a couple of years be4 i get feeling back in my abdomen, but hey, no more f#cking cancer. I can now give cancer the ol one finger salute, F#CK OFF CANCER!
Anyways, the show at kelly ingram went off suprisingly well and everyone seemed to enjoy it, it you didnt get to see us, we have it recorded, just ask be about seeing it!
The film festival was great! Saw some cool shorts, and the 2 features we saw were wonderful! Noones Perfect, Life of a Dog, The Unseen, and You Are Alone were my favs!
OHHHH update from the last festival, Matt found Dead and Breakfast at the Gasden walmart(dammedest place huh?) and I now own a copy, it is wonderful.
Ive added a list of the chapters in the chronical that is the story of The Byrdman, so now anyone who hasnt read up on the story can now quickly and easily get to each chapter with the click of a mouse, enjoy!
Anyways, life is good, im hurting but recovering, im totally in love and i hope this feeling last(the love, not the hurting, HA!)
Much love Hatchlings
~The Byrdman~ 10月4日 A New Dawn ApproachesThe land has been dark for some time now. Our Hero no where to be seen. The monsters and plagues have run rampant over the villas and towns. The people of the land have not known where to turn.
The Byrdman has been gone for ages now, what seems like an eternity...
Sad Angel returned to the now Darkened Heavens. Grey clouds cover what used to be cerulean skies. The forests have been burned, Tordek has distanced himself away from the world. The Gnome Princess reins in her castle tower alone. The Yantis Omegus has had his power pulled for so long he begins to rust...
The band of protectors are gone, and it looks as though they might never be the same again.
On the mountain top, nothing is left but mere rubble. Only small patches of light come from a sun that seems ages dead, can be seen on this, the highest of peaks. A dark wind begins to blow...
In a beam of light, the rubble begins to shake, something appears to be beneath it, but what could it be?
A bloodied and tathered hand bursts up through the debre, the trash is pushed aside as huge silver wings seem to be birthed out of the rubble. A cry of help is heard from the hole cleared by the wings, it shatters the earth and parts the clouds. Beautiful sunlight burns through the land, the first seen in eons.
A shinning white pillar of light blasts from the Heavens, destroying the rubble around the mountain top. A flash of blinding light in a burst of thunder. Sad Angel floats down from the Heavens with unmatched grace. She leans down and picks up the body lieing lifeless on the peak. The body is bashed, scarred, and bloody. The Silver Wings are soaked with blood. She puts her lips close to his, and breathes the breath of life into his lungs.
He coughs and sputters back to life, he blinks trying to regain his sight. He knows what has happened, and now what must be done. He takes her in is war torn arms and embraces her with more love then ever before, their kiss on the mountian top is felt throughout the entire land, a calm is waved over the people and everyone's lives are changed by this embrace, it shook the world.
The Byrdman reaches down and picks up his sword, he grabs Sad Angel around the waist, he raises his sword and gives out a cry of passion, she and he asend over the land. The wrongs must be righted, there is no time to waste...
~With everything that passes, something new must always arise, The Byrdman Cometh~ 9月25日 My Darkest HourWell here we are Hatchlings... Your Hero's darkest hour, the judgement day is apon us. Tomorrow at 1pm could be the last anyone will ever see of The Byrdman. For it has come to past my surgery date. There are a few outcomes of this day...
1-I die.
2-This doesn't stop the cancer and I die later.
3-I get better and use my new found health to destroy the earth.
I am looking forward to #3, for I despise all of humanity, no one will be safe from my wrath...
Thanks to everyone who cared for me, and prayed(although it be in vain) for me, I appreciate everyone's consern for me. And for those of you who didn't care, well, you prolly just would rather sleep. In which case I don't blame you, for I have not had sleep in weeks...
If in the case this is my final entry, I wish you all happy lives without me, and I shall see you all in another life, when we are all cats.
If I live, I shall post in a few weeks, goodbye everyone, this is The Byrdman, signing off...
~The Byrdman~ 9月20日 And The Winner is...Well Hatchlings, the contest is over. We have a winner, the coolest Hatchling evar! Thanks to all that entered, I'm sorry for those who didn't win, there will be many more contests, don't worry! But now, on with the show!
The Coolest Hatchling is: The Capt'n Himself
Anthony Walker
Is the coolest Hatchling Evar!
If anyone deserved to win this contest it is Anthony, he's in Iraq right now, fighting in the war. Love yah man, can't wait till yah get home!
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