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My Sense of Humor

lady gaga can now be listened.

Requiescat in pace

Trolling.

God.

Right in front of me there was an elderly man. But he was not an average elderly: he was THE elderly, because he was the oldest and the least old man I’d ever seen. He was so old that it seemed that he had been created with our own world. It seems impossible to describe him perfectly in detail, but I’ll try my best: he was wearing a very dark cassock. It covered his feet and it slithered, like, 4 inches over the ground, all torn and tattered, what highlighted his monstrous appearance. He was tall and had broad shoulders. The clothes were a little tight, revealing the rippling lines of an athletic body, as though he was at the peak of his youth. The other way around, his face showed an opposite age. It bore extremely deep wrinkles, as if he had been old for millennia. His forehead had visible lines, looking like it had been intensely creased. His severe look was emphasized by his hairy and thick eyebrows. His nose was big, and looked broken.

His beard hit the area below his chest, and seemed as white as snow at a first glance; however, as I would later realize, the sun beams made it shine lightly in all different existing colors. He had long straight gray hair which covered his shoulders, and which I couldn’t behold in all, since he also wore a big hat with a very large brim that hid it. Laced in a gray strap, a feather rose above the man’s head. It contrasted with the blackness of the hat for being extremely white.

As you might have noticed, I left the eyes of the entity to be described at last. If they had been closed, he would show an idea of lordliness and mystery and power and divine. With the eyes open, this mix of sensations was ten times stronger. The first time I looked at those mysterious dots, they were not staring at me: they were scanning the room filled with curiosity, as though they had never seen anything alike, and found it all breathtaking.

eating raw onions.

Sephirot vs Cloud / Ronald vs KFC

Motherfuckin Voltorb.

Orc Attack

They were standing guard at one of the side entries of the keep. Its gate had been destroyed in the last enemy offensive, so it was just a portal that anyone could cross. They have known each other since long ago, both of them were veterans in that endless war. Rosur of Erador was an honored dwarf warrior, very skillful with axes of every kind. Standing beside him was Valaraukar Bauglir, a master of long-ranged and defense spells. One hour before dusk, it started to rain heavily. The sound of the drops covered the invader horde’s march. Large orcs spread through the rough terrain, wielding two-handed swords and scimitars. Rosur and Valaraukar looked at each other with a wry smile, anxious about the imminent slaughter. They let their instinct take control, and rushed into the bloody battle.

Angels.

Renegade Angels that we are,

Brave warriors that we are, 

Soldiers of Heaven that we are.

We shall fight. Until the Dusk of Time.


Expelled from Heaven we were
Forced by the Archangels to walk on the Haled
Waiting the arrival of Hell's horde, for the Last Battle.
We shall fight. Until the Dawn of the New World.


We fight for the ones who are dear to us.
We fight for this land that has become our home.
We fight for the unfair lives we have lived so far.
We shall fight. For freedom.

purely amazing.

watch the whole damn thing

just watch the damn thing.