Hellosies againses!! ^_^ Well I got my review and so I will continue on
mwahaha!!! So neways hope you all enjoy it and I will attempt to prolong
all future sugar-rushes so that I may continue on with this. But at the
same time school, college, and family loom around me at all sides reminding
me of reality. So I hope that I may continue this but no promises sadly.
Well one thing that I can guarantee, without joy, is that the chapters will
be continually short. I, sadly, fail in the long drawn out chapter writing
department. Well, neways enjoy!!!!!
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Silk tapestries and many other insanely expensive decorations adorned the room. A King sized bed rested upon the wooden floor, the red silk pooled around the bed an ironic homage to the blood which had been spilt to afford such luxury. Knash lay immobile upon this bed of death, seemingly oblivious to the world around him and all that it held. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Five years ago he had awoken in the recess of a darkened alley in some backwater town, his entire body coated with some sort of slime and another substance that can only be described as shit. Groggily, his head had felt as if a Sandsteamer had run into it, he absorbed his surroundings. Staggering to his feet he prepared to stubble out into the open when something caught his eye. Above where he had previously occupied two words were scratched in. "................what the Hell?" said the man. Leaning against a filthy wall, in a state of complete grunge the man couldn't for the life of him remember anything about himself. With deadened eyes he glanced from the wall to everything around him. "Well lets see here people," the words rolled right off his tongue his sardonic tone lost on the air," here I stand in some God-forsaken place with no name no past and no clue what the Hell is goin' on." With that the mans battered and grimy face smirked, "Whatever." With practiced and familiar ease he drew a gun from his side. With an indifferent glare he aimed his gun at the wall. KNIVES and VASH. The two words engraved upon this forsaken wall. He pulled the trigger, and with that action the wall in front of him crumbled. KN (insert rather large hole) ASH. "Alrighty then its decided." With a mocking bow to the decrepit wall the man drawled," And so without further ado ladies and gentleman I give you Knash. I hope you're prepared for this, because I get the feeling that I have been waiting for this moment for eternity." With this rather cryptic, and completely unneeded speech, Knash was born. Knash, a named made up on a whim that lasted for only a moment, a name which was destined to be recorded in history as the single most villainous life form to ever grace the face of the planet. Swaggering the newly christened "Knash" emerged from the alleyway, only to find himself in the middle of an equally disgusting street. "Do these creatures not ever bother to clean up after themselves?" he muttered to himself in disgust. Unfortunately a group of passerbyers overheard his comment and glared at him. He met their stares with death. With out even needing to move, to breathe, to even speak he made them realize their inferiority to him. His gaze, so dead, so cold, and yet so full of malice stopped their hearts. Knash was a monster born, from his very first moment he held himself above all other things and failed to acknowledge the importance of others lives. Acting as if nothing had ever happened Knash continued on his merry way, leaving four quaking figures with the unsettling knowledge of just how fragile their own mortality was. Knash cut through the rest of the crowd like a bullet through skin. The shifty eyed inhabitants immediately took to the street off to the side of him. It wasn't that he did anything to warrant suspicion. He looked and acted no different than the thousands of other people in this town. But there was just something about him, an aura. Knash was a walking catastrophe, a time bomb just about to go off, he was Death and few people can stand to look Death in the face for even a moment. So, here he walked. With no past, no identity, no previous alliances to make him feel obliged to assist anyone besides himself. It's the kind of thing that most people wish WOULD happen to them. An escape from the world which they have created, or have been forced to endure. A chance to re- create ourselves with all the knowledge we have gained previously. This was the reality which Knash now lived. He knew the numbers, the stories, the dates; he knew all that needed to be known without knowing anything about himself. He now had the chance to make his own future, to forge his own destiny you might even say. So, as any of us would do, he set his sight to the future and chose to abandon anything from his past.
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Darkcatz- Thank you so much I really appreciate it!!!! I'm glad you think it going well so far, please bear with me and keep reading =D
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Silk tapestries and many other insanely expensive decorations adorned the room. A King sized bed rested upon the wooden floor, the red silk pooled around the bed an ironic homage to the blood which had been spilt to afford such luxury. Knash lay immobile upon this bed of death, seemingly oblivious to the world around him and all that it held. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Five years ago he had awoken in the recess of a darkened alley in some backwater town, his entire body coated with some sort of slime and another substance that can only be described as shit. Groggily, his head had felt as if a Sandsteamer had run into it, he absorbed his surroundings. Staggering to his feet he prepared to stubble out into the open when something caught his eye. Above where he had previously occupied two words were scratched in. "................what the Hell?" said the man. Leaning against a filthy wall, in a state of complete grunge the man couldn't for the life of him remember anything about himself. With deadened eyes he glanced from the wall to everything around him. "Well lets see here people," the words rolled right off his tongue his sardonic tone lost on the air," here I stand in some God-forsaken place with no name no past and no clue what the Hell is goin' on." With that the mans battered and grimy face smirked, "Whatever." With practiced and familiar ease he drew a gun from his side. With an indifferent glare he aimed his gun at the wall. KNIVES and VASH. The two words engraved upon this forsaken wall. He pulled the trigger, and with that action the wall in front of him crumbled. KN (insert rather large hole) ASH. "Alrighty then its decided." With a mocking bow to the decrepit wall the man drawled," And so without further ado ladies and gentleman I give you Knash. I hope you're prepared for this, because I get the feeling that I have been waiting for this moment for eternity." With this rather cryptic, and completely unneeded speech, Knash was born. Knash, a named made up on a whim that lasted for only a moment, a name which was destined to be recorded in history as the single most villainous life form to ever grace the face of the planet. Swaggering the newly christened "Knash" emerged from the alleyway, only to find himself in the middle of an equally disgusting street. "Do these creatures not ever bother to clean up after themselves?" he muttered to himself in disgust. Unfortunately a group of passerbyers overheard his comment and glared at him. He met their stares with death. With out even needing to move, to breathe, to even speak he made them realize their inferiority to him. His gaze, so dead, so cold, and yet so full of malice stopped their hearts. Knash was a monster born, from his very first moment he held himself above all other things and failed to acknowledge the importance of others lives. Acting as if nothing had ever happened Knash continued on his merry way, leaving four quaking figures with the unsettling knowledge of just how fragile their own mortality was. Knash cut through the rest of the crowd like a bullet through skin. The shifty eyed inhabitants immediately took to the street off to the side of him. It wasn't that he did anything to warrant suspicion. He looked and acted no different than the thousands of other people in this town. But there was just something about him, an aura. Knash was a walking catastrophe, a time bomb just about to go off, he was Death and few people can stand to look Death in the face for even a moment. So, here he walked. With no past, no identity, no previous alliances to make him feel obliged to assist anyone besides himself. It's the kind of thing that most people wish WOULD happen to them. An escape from the world which they have created, or have been forced to endure. A chance to re- create ourselves with all the knowledge we have gained previously. This was the reality which Knash now lived. He knew the numbers, the stories, the dates; he knew all that needed to be known without knowing anything about himself. He now had the chance to make his own future, to forge his own destiny you might even say. So, as any of us would do, he set his sight to the future and chose to abandon anything from his past.
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Darkcatz- Thank you so much I really appreciate it!!!! I'm glad you think it going well so far, please bear with me and keep reading =D