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The tale of DerickAfter years of expansive research, countless sleepless nights, unheard of hours spent in a lonelly workshop, and a nasty injury or two, Darick Had finnaly done it. some said it couldn't be done, others said that it was nothing more than the fancy of a sleep deprived inventor. but most agree that the idea is just plaine stupid. The young inventor flexed his new arm, the exposed mechanisms whirred and clicked with every small movement. Darick's old arm had a veary bad skin condition from an accident with some rather corrosive chemicals that leftThe tale of Derick
by ~Burning-Brightly
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| the knife in my back keeps me warm at night |
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- Current Residence: in a bucket
- Interests: sliting the throats of sleezy betraying scum
- Favourite movie: The Count of Monte Cristo
- Favourite band or musician: too many to choose
- Favourite genre of music: steam wave
- Favourite artist: Old Greg, his water colors are amazing
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King
- Favourite photographer: N/A
- Favourite style of art: anything that dosn't involve fickle matter
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: Broken ones
- Shell of choice: corn
- Wallpaper of choice: anything combustable
- Skin of choice: tempered Steel/titanium alloy
- Favourite game: bring the pipe wrench to school
- Favourite gaming platform: my puppets
- Favourite cartoon character: hellboy or Freakazoid
- Personal Quote: wake up and smell the ashes
- Tools of the Trade: my knife in your back
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~I'm no one special, but i am somebody. d(-_-)b
~There's a whole world out there, outside of your mental globe. Infect it with your vibrance and spread the diseased color of Life.
Sick Creations represent.
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-wake up and smell the ashes
-i like my food like i like my women. ON FIRE!!!!
-"The proud Shall burn as rancid meat in a furnace of penance" -Me
-it all goes up in flames!
-i can kill you in more ways than you know how to die
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~I'm no one special, but i am somebody. d(-_-)b
~There's a whole world out there, outside of your mental globe. Infect it with your vibrance and spread the diseased color of Life.
Sick Creations represent.
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-wake up and smell the ashes
-i like my food like i like my women. ON FIRE!!!!
-"The proud Shall burn as rancid meat in a furnace of penance" -Me
-it all goes up in flames!
-i can kill you in more ways than you know how to die
I'm thinking of asking the woman who made it to re-create one for me.
--
-wake up and smell the ashes
-i like my food like i like my women. ON FIRE!!!!
-"The proud Shall burn as rancid meat in a furnace of penance" -Me
-it all goes up in flames!
-i can kill you in more ways than you know how to die
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