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Its really sad seeing me as the only one posting all this word art. 

I have made some anagrams for you guys to solve
Enjoooooooy

Spoiler

'Virus or first stoic.'
'Hapless joint.'
'Jerk a panic.'
'Is plagiaristic shut.'
'Censorious born.'
'Flown murder.'
'Eh! To jerk.'
'Eh! Thank stark.'
'Overachieve to lucky toadeater.'
'Scum serenity vomiting.'

I'm working on those anagrams... so far I've got nothing but I'll get back to you. I love your writings, Sirius, and their lightheartedness. 

Here's some lyrics I'm currently in the process of writing music for. Some of them have religious allusions, but I should clarify I'm not religious and have no personal feelings on it one way or the other (and the last poem here, which is somewhat graphic, is entirely allegorical and not actually about Christianity at all) so hopefully nothing comes off as offensive.

Burnt Idol (Sept. 2015)

all light fades from this moment
as the stars fade away
encapsulated in grey
the dead-eyed one still stands
its eyes are glazed
blind progenitor of decay

its feeble hand reaches out
varicose and dying
but in this last display of life
it chokes the last color from the sky

bodies strewn across a vast landscape
eyes dug out blood from every hole
monochrome spreading as focus is lost
but where there is no life there can be no death

all light fades from this moment
the stars have faded away
the earth is painted in grey
the dead-eyed one no longer breathes
a statue whose skin has cracked
but will stand beyond this last
marker of time

now is the winter of our discontent
made silent forever by this child of ice

Links Dissolved (Dec. 2015)

what life should enter here
where bitterly i find
all connections and ties
are weaker than they were

is there still a rope that binds us
or have we grown apart

time is short and empty still
shuffling coils to kill it
how long must one wait to quicken the process
how long must one wait to complete it

Untitled (Sept. 2015)

the gods in their hallowed halls
in fury cast the first stones
and as they crashed and screams rang out
gold blood to black seeped in cobbled ground
on smouldering ashes their creation choked
so the universe screamed as its heart was ripped out
all dying light snuffed and the womb was destroyed

Boma at Golgotha (Apr.-May 2016)

millions, as sisyphus, toil in tedium
and i, as iscariot, defy
i watched as the boulder rolled down the hill
and with my hammer i crushed it

and with a snap fell the chains
as was revealed my treachery
the skies thundered and screamed my name
much as before i'd screamed theirs

down came the torrent
down came the gods
down came the one once nailed to the cross

blood poured through the holes in his hands
and the rain would not cleanse the dirt on his face
millions, as sisyphus, once restrained, now free
gathered their pebbles in a rush for the throne

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

his ichor, once gold, now flows red
until it is black as his lament
forsaken as his wicked progeny
the son is mutilated and battered

the river styx runs six feet deep
and none should walk the water
submerged slowly as a final rotting place
not to be preserved

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

we will return and unearth the grave
so that his deeds may be flooded with day
if the sun should be too hot and turn us to ash
we're ok with that, we've found our closure in this

I'm working on those anagrams... so far I've got nothing but I'll get back to you. I love your writings, Sirius, and their lightheartedness. 

Here's some lyrics I'm currently in the process of writing music for. Some of them have religious allusions, but I should clarify I'm not religious and have no personal feelings on it one way or the other (and the last poem here, which is somewhat graphic, is entirely allegorical and not actually about Christianity at all) so hopefully nothing comes off as offensive.

Burnt Idol (Sept. 2015)

all light fades from this moment
as the stars fade away
encapsulated in grey
the dead-eyed one still stands
its eyes are glazed
blind progenitor of decay

its feeble hand reaches out
varicose and dying
but in this last display of life
it chokes the last color from the sky

bodies strewn across a vast landscape
eyes dug out blood from every hole
monochrome spreading as focus is lost
but where there is no life there can be no death

all light fades from this moment
the stars have faded away
the earth is painted in grey
the dead-eyed one no longer breathes
a statue whose skin has cracked
but will stand beyond this last
marker of time

now is the winter of our discontent
made silent forever by this child of ice

Links Dissolved (Dec. 2015)

what life should enter here
where bitterly i find
all connections and ties
are weaker than they were

is there still a rope that binds us
or have we grown apart

time is short and empty still
shuffling coils to kill it
how long must one wait to quicken the process
how long must one wait to complete it

Untitled (Sept. 2015)

the gods in their hallowed halls
in fury cast the first stones
and as they crashed and screams rang out
gold blood to black seeped in cobbled ground
on smouldering ashes their creation choked
so the universe screamed as its heart was ripped out
all dying light snuffed and the womb was destroyed

Boma at Golgotha (Apr.-May 2016)

millions, as sisyphus, toil in tedium
and i, as iscariot, defy
i watched as the boulder rolled down the hill
and with my hammer i crushed it

and with a snap fell the chains
as was revealed my treachery
the skies thundered and screamed my name
much as before i'd screamed theirs

down came the torrent
down came the gods
down came the one once nailed to the cross

blood poured through the holes in his hands
and the rain would not cleanse the dirt on his face
millions, as sisyphus, once restrained, now free
gathered their pebbles in a rush for the throne

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

his ichor, once gold, now flows red
until it is black as his lament
forsaken as his wicked progeny
the son is mutilated and battered

the river styx runs six feet deep
and none should walk the water
submerged slowly as a final rotting place
not to be preserved

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

we will return and unearth the grave
so that his deeds may be flooded with day
if the sun should be too hot and turn us to ash
we're ok with that, we've found our closure in this

I really appreciate your support of my works and I really enjoy the fact that you are creating some stuff (hopefully to post here) for me and the rest of us to enjoy.

Interestingly enough though, I'm not really big on poetry, I don't really like to read poetry and I absolutely abhor creating it most of the time unless its short and straight to the sweet succulent (lol) point 

Oh, and btw, I have an answer sheet to those anagrams saved onto my computer, so feel free to make some guesses...I can always tell you how close or far you are from finding it out. Besides, anagrams can make out different things to different people, so if I think its clever or close enough I'll probably give you credit for it as well as the actual answer

Made some alterations to my name after thinking and researching what you could do with fonts and symbols. Here's what I came up with. 

ち工尺工∪ち 下尺口ち匕
૬іЯіμ૬ ԲЯଇ૬Ҭ
sᎥᏒᎥus fᏒᎾsᏆ
ѕιяιυѕ fяσѕт
ᏕᎥᏒᎥᏬᏕ ᎦᏒᎧᏕᏖ
šïrïuš ƒr⊕š†

Probably could create some more but...its a lot of work tbh. At least to me

I'm working on those anagrams... so far I've got nothing but I'll get back to you. I love your writings, Sirius, and their lightheartedness. 

Here's some lyrics I'm currently in the process of writing music for. Some of them have religious allusions, but I should clarify I'm not religious and have no personal feelings on it one way or the other (and the last poem here, which is somewhat graphic, is entirely allegorical and not actually about Christianity at all) so hopefully nothing comes off as offensive.

Burnt Idol (Sept. 2015)

all light fades from this moment
as the stars fade away
encapsulated in grey
the dead-eyed one still stands
its eyes are glazed
blind progenitor of decay

its feeble hand reaches out
varicose and dying
but in this last display of life
it chokes the last color from the sky

bodies strewn across a vast landscape
eyes dug out blood from every hole
monochrome spreading as focus is lost
but where there is no life there can be no death

all light fades from this moment
the stars have faded away
the earth is painted in grey
the dead-eyed one no longer breathes
a statue whose skin has cracked
but will stand beyond this last
marker of time

now is the winter of our discontent
made silent forever by this child of ice

Links Dissolved (Dec. 2015)

what life should enter here
where bitterly i find
all connections and ties
are weaker than they were

is there still a rope that binds us
or have we grown apart

time is short and empty still
shuffling coils to kill it
how long must one wait to quicken the process
how long must one wait to complete it

Untitled (Sept. 2015)

the gods in their hallowed halls
in fury cast the first stones
and as they crashed and screams rang out
gold blood to black seeped in cobbled ground
on smouldering ashes their creation choked
so the universe screamed as its heart was ripped out
all dying light snuffed and the womb was destroyed

Boma at Golgotha (Apr.-May 2016)

millions, as sisyphus, toil in tedium
and i, as iscariot, defy
i watched as the boulder rolled down the hill
and with my hammer i crushed it

and with a snap fell the chains
as was revealed my treachery
the skies thundered and screamed my name
much as before i'd screamed theirs

down came the torrent
down came the gods
down came the one once nailed to the cross

blood poured through the holes in his hands
and the rain would not cleanse the dirt on his face
millions, as sisyphus, once restrained, now free
gathered their pebbles in a rush for the throne

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

his ichor, once gold, now flows red
until it is black as his lament
forsaken as his wicked progeny
the son is mutilated and battered

the river styx runs six feet deep
and none should walk the water
submerged slowly as a final rotting place
not to be preserved

i flung the stone that struck down the messiah

we will return and unearth the grave
so that his deeds may be flooded with day
if the sun should be too hot and turn us to ash
we're ok with that, we've found our closure in this

I really appreciate your support of my works and I really enjoy the fact that you are creating some stuff (hopefully to post here) for me and the rest of us to enjoy.

Interestingly enough though, I'm not really big on poetry, I don't really like to read poetry and I absolutely abhor creating it most of the time unless its short and straight to the sweet succulent (lol) point 

Oh, and btw, I have an answer sheet to those anagrams saved onto my computer, so feel free to make some guesses...I can always tell you how close or far you are from finding it out. Besides, anagrams can make out different things to different people, so if I think its clever or close enough I'll probably give you credit for it as well as the actual answer

Perhaps you can make it big with these lyrics though? 
Who knows, anything can happen after all.

Wrote this back in February for school, and given its theme, I thought Wintreath might enjoy it.

It's not purely in iambic pentameter, so I suppose it technically isn't a sonnet.

Sonnet for a Penguin

You waddle across the glacier with your herd,
As black as night and as gleaming white as day;
Some others might prefer another bird
But I would think that you are here to stay.

You huddle in the blizzard with your flock,
Protecting one another from the cold;
The wind subsides, and you give a mighty squawk,
Your rookery resumes their journey, brave and bold.

The penguins leap down deep into the sea
To search again for food, fresh fish and meat,
You find some prey, yet let others go free
For you have found enough to eat.

But a storm hits, striking you unprepared,
And so you die, much earlier than I would have dared.

I'm vaguely concerned for @Pengu after reading that, for some reason. xD

I updated the prologue to the story I'm working on.  In essence it's the same with mainly grammatical changes, and it ends a bit differently than the previous draft.

Tales of Travinika Book 1 - Prologue

        The night sky sparkled as a trail of stars flew up to join their friends, dancing on the gentle wind that was guiding them.  The stars seemed to be coming from a plant that had stars attached to it like a dandelion.  The source of the gentle wind had come from a young woman with pure white wings holding the plant aloft towards the starry night sky, guiding the stars to their new home.  Dropping the now star-less plant to the ground below, the woman turned and slowly walked away from the balcony with a sense of relief on her face.  As she left, a middle-aged winged man had made his way up the stairs to repeat the same ritual with his plant.

   Tonight was the night of the Celestial Ceremony.  It was tradition for each citizen to grab a plant known as a Celestial Blossom, make a line spanning through the temple and city, hold the blossom up high at the center of the Celestial Balcony, and guide the stars to the sky.  It was a ceremony of great importance to those known as the Alethians as they believed that if every eligible citizen participated, they would continue to be blessed by the Goddess.

   The line moved slowly as each person awaited their turn.  The Alebirds—beautiful and majestic multi-colored birds resembling doves—sat along the trees and watched as the line of winged-people moved.  These birds were the symbol of the city as well as its watchers.  In their normal state they would let out a simple “coo” that was said to warm the heart.  If they sensed danger, however, they would let out a screech loud enough to alert people a good mile away.

On this very night, their screeches would be one of the last sounds to fill the air.

   One particularly eager young man waited impatiently as the line through the temple moved at the same slow pace.  His fingers danced and trembled as he clutched his Celestial Blossom tightly in his hands.  This was his first ceremony, as one had to touch the waters of adulthood before they were able to cross into the Celestial Balcony.

   The young man couldn’t take it anymore as he leaned forward slightly to whisper to the elderly woman in front of him.  “This is so exciting! I can’t wait until it’s my turn,” he whispered with a sense of glee in his voice.  A warm smile appeared on the old woman’s wrinkled face as she turned her head just a bit.  “First time, eh?” she asked in a voice as warm as her smile.  “Oh yes.  I wanted to do it last year, but didn’t have my birthday in time.” the young man replied disappointingly as the old woman let out a small chuckle.  “Well it’s good to have you with us.” she replied simply as she faced forward and took a step in time with the moving line.

   The young man didn’t step in time as the man behind accidentally bumped into him.  This seemed to startle the young man as the Celestial Blossom unknowingly slipped from his hands and hit the ground below.  The young man’s foot landed on the ground in an effort to keep him balanced, but landed right onto the forgotten flower.  As his foot stepped on it, the flowers began to fall off and turn to ash the moment they touched the ground.  As the final star fell and blackened, the plant itself withered and blackened, having nothing left on it.

   “Screech! Screech!” The sound of the Alebirds penetrated the once silent temple.  Almost in complete unison the heads of everyone in line turned toward the direction of the screeches.  Even the current starblower stopped and looked ahead towards Sanctuary – the wilderness that surrounded most of the city and was a nesting place for the Alebirds.

   The next sound came only seconds after the screeches.  Despite the vastness of the main temple cloister known as the Prayer Chamber, the sound coming from the opposite side of the line of people was heard by all in the area.  It was a loud “Crash!” coming from the temple’s most sacred area – The Chamber of Elders.

   This chamber was the most sacred for a few reasons: the elders inside were what kept Alethia floating along the sky.  But in this chamber was also a unique, dark emerald jewel that rested on a pedestal in the center of the chamber.  This jewel was believed to be what the elders channeled their magic into to keep the city aloft.

   One of the nearby soldiers ran to the doors leading to the chamber as others followed in close watch.  The people in line clutched their blossoms tightly as they stood frozen in their spots, watching the soldiers rush to the doors.  Working together to open the large stone doors, the soldiers made their way into the chamber, but stopped within mere seconds.  Some hesitated to move forward, and some had left to find help when they had seen what greeted them inside.

   Lying on the ground were the elders, lifeless and surrounded by blood.  Matters became even more grave when eyes moved from the dead bodies to the pedestal where the jewel that had once resided was now absent.

   During this time, the old woman had noticed it almost immediately: the Celestial Blossom in the young man’s hands was also gone.  The color flushed from her face when she looked down to see the withered and ashy remains near his feet.  Her mouth trembled at this sight, realizing what it must have meant.

   As the soldiers ran out and shouted about their discovery and urgency of evacuating the city, the old woman pointed her stubby finger at the young man.  “T-this is your fault...” she said in a quivering voice.  She walked up to him, her crooked nose close to touching his chest as her eyes, blaring with a newly found hatred, fixated on his.  “They’re all dead because of you.” she hissed at him.  The young man backed away, taken back by this accusation.  “This happened because of you!” she screamed in a menacing voice far different than the gentle, warm voice from before.

   A soldier had quickly made his way toward the commotion and put himself between the two, keeping the old woman a distance away.  “That’s enough!” the soldier ordered, but the old woman wouldn’t have it.  “If he hadn’t dropped his blossom, this wouldn’t have happened!” she shouted, pointing to the remains on the floor.  She then went back to pointing her accusatory finger at the young man as she continued on.  “Our laws state that all citizens have to participate to receive the blessings.  You’re a bad omen on us all!” she screamed as others who noticed the remains had joined in with their own remarks.

   “Dammit, where’s the captain?!” the soldier asked as another answered.  “He’s outside evacuating everyone, sir!” At this point, others had joined in as the angry mob grew, and other soldiers had joined in to help.  “Well get him in here before we have a riot on our hands!” he shouted as the other soldier made his way through the crowd and out of the temple.

   The temple courtyard was unusually empty given everything that was happening.  The line of people was gone, and the soldiers that should have been there were nowhere to be found.  Even the Alebirds that were screeching from their treetops had gone silent.  The soldier closed the temple door, baffled by the unusual silence that had taken place through the area.

   Making his way down the stone stairs and into the temple courtyard, the unusual suspicions were strengthened.  The soldier pulled out his sword cautiously as he tread down the path leading to the temple gates...but there was no need.  Like the courtyard, the town itself appeared mysteriously empty.  Had everyone already evacuated the town?  No...the captain would have made sure that everyone was safe and that the other soldiers had made it out before he left.  Not to mention the temple was still full of people...he wouldn’t have left them to die in there.

   That was when the soldier stopped to think about it: when he had stepped away from the temple doors, an eerie silence seemed to overtake the landscape.  Considering the state of the people in the temple before he left, the shouting should have been able to escape even through the cracks of the stone door.  It should have been impossible for any silence to completely surround the area...yet somehow it did.  Realizing this, the soldier quickly turned away from the gates and ran back toward the temple, hoping his suspicions were wrong.

   But as he stepped back into the temple, he realized that wasn’t the case.  The angry voices that had once echoed from the Prayer Chamber and through the Alterways had suddenly stopped.  As he made his way into the Prayer Chamber, the soldier realized that it wasn’t just the voices that stopped: the people that the voices belonged to had suddenly vanished.

   There was little time for the soldier to react as the temple began to violently shake.  He knew what that meant and realized that he had to leave and warn those below the city.  After all...if the city fell, it would affect them as well, and they needed to know that the jewel that once held the city up was stolen.

   Any thoughts that the soldier had, however, were almost immediately halted.  As he turned to leave, he was met with a blade that was thrust into him in a quick speed, as the perpetrator left him to die alone in the trembling city.

Chapter 1 has been reworked a bit as well.  In the dream, it's mainly just been rewritten a bit, though carries the same tone as the earlier draft.  Michael's section is also the same, though there have been some wording/grammatical changes.

The big change is the Commandant's section, which has been altered completely since the character, as well as the end of the prologue, have both been changed.

Tales of Travinika Book 1 - Chapter 1

“Where am I?” A voice called out in the endless darkness.  There was no response to the voice as it called out again.  “Hello?” It called, as the darkness began to part like a thick fog.

   The parting darkness revealed what appeared to be a broken looking road leading seemingly nowhere in a cover of darkness with only moonlight as its light.  On each side of the road stood black, lifeless, and twisted black trees that lacked any leaves on their branches.  Walking along the path was a boy no older than sixteen with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes.   He seemed unsure of his surroundings as his eyes continuously looked around with each step that he took.

   He continued to call out to the darkness in hopes of an answer, but was only met with the unusual echo of his voice along the road.  Looking both ways, the boy seemed unsure of what was going on as he continued to walk, realizing slowly that the road was not going to change for him anytime soon.

   “Michael...where are you going?” a voice called out, as the boy stopped.  The boy called Michael turned and called back out to the new voice that was speaking to him, but was once again met with the same echo of his own voice in response.  “Where are you going, Michael?” The voice called out again, as Michael attempted to find the source of the voice, but to no avail.

   As he turned around to look, he felt himself bump into something as he quickly turned.  There was nothing there, but in the distance he could see a girl standing there with her head down...her hair covering her face.  She looked up slightly as a set of glowing red eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness covering her face.  “Lexi?” Michael called out, as he ran up to the girl...only for her to disappear once he made it to her.

   Michael looked around more, as he suddenly turned around as if he sensed something.  Standing behind him was a tall figure clad in a dull, but exquisitely designed silver armor, their features completely hidden behind a helmet and blanket of darkness.  However, this figure had the same glowing red eyes that pierced through the darkness.  “So...it’s you then.  This should be entertaining.” the figure called out in a multiple set of voices.  The figure laughed as the scene disappeared within mere seconds, including the figure themselves.

   ~Michael woke up with a start as he sat up abruptly in his bed.  It was the same dream once more...but this time it had a new wrinkle to it with the mysterious figure.  What did they mean when they said it was him?  What would be entertaining?

   The blaring sound of his alarm clock snapped Michael back into reality as he groaned at the sound of the blaring clock, turned it off, and then put his head under his pillow in an attempt to go back to sleep.

   A knock appeared at his door as it then opened as abruptly as the alarm.  “Michael, it’s time to get up!” a woman called out as Michael groaned and continued to try to get back to sleep.  His mother put her palm to her face and sighed at her son’s reaction as she flipped the light switch on.  “Up, now.” She called out as she walked away from the room and headed downstairs.

   Michael let out one last groan as he took the pillow off of his face and slowly sat up once more.  In an equally slow motion he grudgingly picked out a set of clothes for the day and made his way to the bathroom.  Reaching one hand out, Michael twisted the doorknob, and—in his dazed state—expected it would open as he walked right into the door.  The sound of a little girl humming happily rang through the door as Michael leaned against it and pounded slowly.  “Lexi, hurry up.  I need to get ready for school!” Michael sighed out as the sound of the humming was replaced by the sing-song response of “aaalmost dooone!”

   Michael leaned against the wall as he waited for his sister to hurry up.  She was only 10, and it was the first day of school.  She was still at the age where she enjoyed school, so the first day was likg going to the theme park for her.

   As the door opened, Lexi skipped out as her pigtails danced along with each step.  “All done!” she said happily as she made her way downstairs to the living room.  Michael unglued himself from the wall with a look of disdain as he made his way into the bathroom and slammed the door.

   ~Soldiers clad in silver and blue armor parted like the red see when another made his way into the castle halls.  Unlike the others, his armor had more extravagant designs to indicate that he was of a higher rank.  He also lacked a helmet unlike the others, allowing his jet black hair to move freely as he walked.  His fierce emerald green eyes stared forward as he walked with no signs of wandering—this was a man on a mission. 

   As he made his way up the red carpeted stairs toward the throne room, the soldiers who remained quiet began to whisper to each other.  As he was the leader of the king’s army, it was normal that he would be called to sit in while the king had an audience with others...but it was unusual for him to be summoned for an audience himself.

   The lights in the extravagant throne room sparkled like diamonds.  As the Commandant made his way inside, he stopped in the center of the room and knelt down in front of a beautiful silver and red throne.  Sitting in the throne was a powerful looking middle aged man with a full auburn beard and draped in royal attire.

   “Rise, Roz.” the king commanded in a deep, but somehow gentle voice.  Roz obeyed as he stood at attention, refusing to let any side of informality appear in front of the king.  His face remained impassive despite the pleasant look on the king’s face at the sight of him.

   “I wish the reason for my summons was on a more pleasant note, Commandant.” The king started, as he looked toward one of the other soldiers in the room and nodded.  The soldier nodded in response and left the room, as the king’s face turned toward the Commandant.  “I assume you’ve heard of the city of Alethia.” he stated simply as the Commandant thought to himself for a moment.  “I believe so, yes.  It’s a city that floats above us, which I believe right now it’s near our very city.” “You’re mostly correct on that one, but apparently there’s been a modification to that statement.” the king responded.

   On that note, the soldier returned with another, each holding up a wounded soldier with pure white wings.  Roz seemed taken back by this sight, as he looked back towards the king.  “I know this is difficult soldier, but please repeat what you’ve told me.” The king commanded as the wounded soldier looked up slowly and began to speak.

   “It happened so suddenly...our elders were slaughtered during our ceremony, and our jewel was taken from us.  When I went to find help for a commotion that was happening, everyone was gone.”  the soldier started as Roz seemed a bit confused.  “What, you mean they left the city?” he asked, as the soldier continued.  “That’s what I thought at first, but even the temple was suddenly empty.  It’s like everyone just vanished into thin air.  I started to leave to warn everyone...but I was attacked.”  The soldier said as he clutched his wound in pain.  “Did you see who it was?” Roz asked, as the soldier regained himself for a moment.  “No, sir.  They were covered in a veil of darkness, and left me to die.”

   “Do you know what this means, Roz?” the king asked as Roz turned back toward him.  “I’m unsure, my liege.  My knowledge of Alethia is vague at best.” he responded, as the king looked towards the soldiers and nodded once more as they took the wounded Alethian away.  He then turned his face toward another figure in the room, this one clothed in scientific garb.  “Where is the city now?” he asked, as the scientist looked at his clipboard.  “Well, if my calculations are correct, it should be hovering near Celan at the moment.” he replied, as the king turned his gaze back toward the Commandant.

   “Commandant, it is vital that you get your men over to Celan and have them evacuate the area immediately.” the king ordered, as Commandant Grif saluted.  “Of course my liege, but may I ask why?” “Because Grif, without that jewel of theirs, Alethia will fall, and Celan will become nothing more than a distant memory.”

Slam poem I've been working on. Still a work in progress.

Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

Some one better get this reference.


I also got a fanfiction on fanfiction.net, lol don't judge me.

Spoiler

I find it quite shocking that noone's come up with the answers to those anagrams :/
Just keep waiting I guess.

I haven't figured out the rest but I suppose "Hapless joint" is Joseph Stalin?

I haven't figured out the rest but I suppose "Hapless joint" is Joseph Stalin?

Yep! ^_^

"Eh to jerk" is "The Joker", innit?