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St. Valentine's DayIt was St. Valentine's Day.
The air was dripping with the syrupy goodness known simply as Love.
There were couples everywhere, choking up the usually empty streets and sidewalks with their happiness and cheer.
There were elderly couples at outdoor cafes, enjoying the years they've spent together and reminiscing Valentines of past.
In the downtown area, more prominently in the malls, teens of all flavors engaged in a plethora romantic activities. The karaoke bars were filled to the brim, the food courts were over checked, and the candy stores looked to be little more than chaos incarnate.
Between the two extremes, the adults possessed a bit more of a calm, but not boring, atmosphere. One could see them walking through the city, holding hands and acting a little too young for their age.
In the middle of it all was Chad. Chad was a pale skinned fellow with not much of a presence about him. He usually wore boring white religious robes (not really uncommon), spoke quietly in a sparing manne
DKC: Dezmin's StoryHe had a modest figure, fitting for a man who had lived in poverty most of his childhood. He had dark skin and and dark brown hair. Upon his face was a neat, clean scar that traveled from the middle of his right cheek down his neck, and stopped just above his shoulder.
He was the man hated by everyone. He walked through the ancient temple with his weapons upon his person.
He had been sent by the Gods themselves to defeat the Seven Evil Kings.
He had already slain six of them.
The first was a menacing dictator who lived within a forest.
After killing him, the man hated by everyone was given the chance to speak to the leader of the Evil Kings. He kept it brief.
"I'm coming for you." He hid his book again and walked away. "You will be punished."
The second King was a sleeping old man who drew the man hated by everyone into his dreams. There he was tortured by an onslaught of torture the likes of which he had never imagined. He tore away from the nightmare, and with what little strength he
DKC: Through Their EyesSomeone wanted to kill the man loved by everyone, Lucy.
The man had already killed one of Lucy's close friends, Mom.
The monster continued to kill the man everyone love's brethren, one by one.
After Mom, the murderer targeted Bell. Bell was an old man who Lucy had come to recognize as a father of sorts.
Bell was always sleeping in his free time. While he was sleeping, the leathery old relic was butchered to death with a wicked axe while Lucy, by sheer fate, bore witness.
Lucy spared no time in warning his brethren. Each one was to be warned in unison.
But it was not that easy. The only one he was able to warn was the oldest among them: La Than.
La Than took Lucy's warning lightly, laughing it off and telling his friend that he needn't work so hard on the project that he start losing his mind.
It was then that the man who wanted to kill Lucy stepped into Le Than's chamber.
Lucy was forced to watch as his elder brother was skewered to death by an onslaught of arrows.
To add insult to inj
DKC: Lucy's StoryHe was a very masculine man, possessing naught but the greatest physique. He was a beautiful man as well, pilfering many a woman's heart with his looks alone. He lived a life of splendor and charity. His heroics were known to all throughout the land.
He was the man loved by everyone. He was sitting in his throne, his head propped up onto one hand.
"Mom," He said, addressing a large mirror standing before his throne. On the mirror was not a reflection of the man loved by everyone, but the visage of an older man, a savage by the looks of his tattered cloak, ravaged skin and wild eyes. The man named Mom teetered ever so slightly from his lavish, velvet laced, gold plated room as he waited for the man loved by everyone to finish talking.
"I do wonder how you are doing," The man loved by everyone said. "How is our project coming along? It all depends on you and your vast knowledge."
Mom nodded. "It is coming along quite smoothly, Sir Lucy. I-" Mom stopped talking and bent over to the floor.
Majin DinxMajin Dinx
Skin - Light Blue
Hair - Blue
Eyes - Black
Prominent Physical Features - Pointed Ears
Majin Dinx is a very cute version of the highly respected, highly feared demons of the Royal Netherworld. They are known as the strongest class of demons, and while Dinx is cosplaying as one of them, she gains quite a boost in Attack.
Under everything, she wears a skin-tight armor crafted from a dozen or so custom molded black metal bands. Near her throat, and going down her chest and stopping at her belly, is a single red zipper, apparently the only way to unequip the armor. Her hands and feet are not clad in the unique metal armor, instead she wears special gloves and boots. Her gloves are made of black leather, with large red cuffs that wrap around her wrists and cover most of the backs of her hands. These cuffs link the gloves to her armor, and the two jewels, which are a similar color to her skin, provide her fists with more 'punch.' Her boots, unlike her g
PetrifiedThe man wearing the double filter gas mask ran. His ankle-length black over coat struggled to follow him as he ran. Nothing about him was distinct; everything he wore was black, he even had black leather gloves.
He continued to run, more and more until he couldn't run anymore. He had been running for hours it seems, and yet he wasn't going anywhere.
It was hours since he entered this cavernous place. It was dark, almost too dark. But he could see plain as day. It was because of what the others did to him. Part of why he was running. But he didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Worst of all, they kept watching him. There was an infinite number of them, always encircling him, moving out of the way as he approached, and trailing him as he ran away, so he was always within a circle.
Always surrounded. By the ones with the masks. Two dots and a line. This is what their masks looked like. All of them. They were shorter than him, allowing him to see the exit that he had been cha
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