It was the summer of my sixteenth year when I fell through the world.
My people were wanderers, constantly seeking respite from the biting cold that enveloped our lives. The world was forever ensconced in a harsh winter, ice and snow more plentiful than the very air itself. Our days were cold, and our nights frigid(Not unlike our women. Ha!). We dug through the layers of rime for trapped beasts, which was more fruitful than it may sound. In order to survive the harsh reality of our world, many creatures bred at an alarming rate, and died just as quickly. The frozen carrion was food for many things, not just ourselves. One such scavenger ju
Dr. Alexander Ravenwood
Notes/Misc
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June 18th
Today is the start of my tenure at the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally insane. The building itself is deceptively old, echoing the Victorian origins of the institution itself. The high external windows are a stunning view, if a little oppressive. Inside, however, it is entirely modern. The security measures are impressive, to say the least. Of special interest is their
The night was cool and brisk, harboring cool winds that nipped at the cheeks of anyone out after curfew. The grass sparkled in the moonlight with newly formed dew, reflecting the stars above while visually mirroring below.
It was a perfect night for themed super-crime.
For Frank Johnson, it was a night like every other. Quiet, boring, and slow. Frank made the rounds slowly, taking note of the vast amounts of nothing he was encountering. After a walk or two, he gave in to his laziness and returned to the post, reclining behind a series of monitors and whipping out the girly magazine of his choice; 'Agricultural Birdwatching: Tomatoes with
It was the summer of my sixteenth year when I fell through the world.
My people were wanderers, constantly seeking respite from the biting cold that enveloped our lives. The world was forever ensconced in a harsh winter, ice and snow more plentiful than the very air itself. Our days were cold, and our nights frigid(Not unlike our women. Ha!). We dug through the layers of rime for trapped beasts, which was more fruitful than it may sound. In order to survive the harsh reality of our world, many creatures bred at an alarming rate, and died just as quickly. The frozen carrion was food for many things, not just ourselves. One such scavenger ju
Well, I've made my deckboxes significantly more awesome. Like, proper hide-a-books now. I aim to make another two soon, so I guess I'll be posting those here. I think this is more to remind myself, actually. Hey. HEY. HEY YOU. Yes, Me. Hey. Stop your lollygaggin' and makes some damned grimoires.
Stolen from ~ZephyrElric (https://www.deviantart.com/zephyrelric).
Turns you on - ON
Turns you off - OFF
Don't care - DC
Is taller than you: ON
Dresses Gangsta: OFF
Dresses Gothic: ON
Dresses Skater: DC
Dresses Emo: DC
Dresses preppy: DC
Cuts themselves: DC
Has green eyes: ON
Has blue eyes: ON
Has brown eyes: DC
Has hazel eyes: DC
Has gray eyes : ON
Drinks alcohol: DC
Smokes cigarettes: DC
Smokes weed: DC
Plays sports: DC
Calls you just to say hi: DC
Compliments you: ON
Good dancer: ON
Has piercings: DC
Wears jewelry: ON
Has curly hair: DC
Has straight hair: DC
Has brown hair: DC
Has black hair: DC
Has blonde hair: DC
Has red hair: ON
No hair: DC
Oy, you. What've you been up to? How's the weather over there?
Just fyi, there's a great place near LAX called Sinister Pointe, and they're doing a really wicked Silent Hill haunted maze this year. It's not even $20 to get in. I want to go, but mother says she doesn't want me on a plane. You should look into it, though...