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A murder among the Wammys, one Now, would you believe that a reuniting among the Wammys would resemble any reuniting among average folk? Why of course not. Even under such strenuous circumstances the Wammys were still the Wammys. Each both brilliant and abnormal in their own unique way. That in fact, is the entirety of the reason for my choosing them. But as far as I, Quillish Wammy, am concerned, these children are simply children. Nothing more, nothing less. They each have their own strengths and weaknesses like any other being.A murder among the Wammys, one
Mentality among children of the Wammy's intelligence,
by ~BlackLace-SilentHill
Stripes excerpt Now lets see how you like this narrative voice. From a bright new perspective, a little insight into my own brilliant thoughts. Mind you, I shant be upside down, bending this way and that, backwards and forwards thrice times over to satisfy your cravings. As I know you would have me do so. I'll speak as I do, I don't plan on changing for you. Solomon Chance, at your service milady. You want to know whats what? Well here's whats what and ever more.Stripes excerpt
by ~BlackLace-SilentHill
Xerxes BreakA light chime, not quite a tune, but a single note. Ever gaining in strength. Soft at first, a barely audible sound. Then louder and faster until..... nothing. Silence.Xerxes Break
Here the ivy is overgrown, this place left crumbling. Time set out to do its job, wearing away the artisan's work, a broken tower. What's left of this manor is loose and cracking stone. Ancient glass liters the soil. Once great tapestry laden in mothballs and the dank cover of dust.
One small movement stirs the silence as I step forth. She was here, yes. But not far. Her heartbeat reawakening this place, long since forgotten. Naught since
by ~BlackLace-SilentHill
Roderick Justin FerrellVesagoRoderick Justin Ferrell
How did it feel, how did it taste? Was it bewitching, was it grace? Bite your tongue and hold your breath. Linger and laugh as the impend your death.
For you know it won't come, You see how their minds are weaker then some.
Your brilliance, your scheming, your every glance, And yet they won't even grant you a chance.
They can't understand, to ignorant to see, So they lock you away and swallow the key. But you don't care do you? You know it won't do. Your inevitable freedom is sure to ensue.
Mister Ferrell I beg you pierce deep and
by ~BlackLace-SilentHill
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- Current Residence: Inside my own insanity
- Interests: Anime, Art
- Favourite movie: The Dark Knight, Sweeney Todd, Silent Hill
- Favourite band or musician: MCR, Apocalyptica
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- Favourite game: Silent Hill
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Why writting in a DeathNote is like masturbation:-1: Both are things you do alone when no ones around 2:your scared of getting caught 3:They provide excitement while you do it 4:when your done you feel satisfied......for a time
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