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The Tall Man's Game. :iconl-tine:L-Tine 1 0
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One's Own.
"One’s Own."
By Aloin Dubois.
Feel free to berate, hate, to lambaste my empty soul.
Use any word you please, no matter how foul.
Even as you wear your snide scowl.
Getting ready to disembowel.
Remember yourself as well.
To escape the standard hell.
And ring the bell.
To bring back your soul which fell.
Always be yourself.
Don’t be sidelined to the shelf.
Never loathe oneself.
So cheer to your good health.
Why hide?
Make standards be defied.
Open your mind to escape the self in which you lied.
And instead bound forward in a joyful open stride.
Don’t care what the others think.
Don’t care when you’re told you stink.
Don’t follow the first instinct.
Mend the missing link.
Be what you want.
Take your hidden feelings from retirement.
Don’t feel as if you’re a delinquent.
Just because you are different.
So what if you’re weird?
Have your word adhered.
Don't let your opinions be steered.
Don’t be scared, nothing here is to be feared.
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Your Eternal Reward.
Your Eternal Reward…
By Aloin Dubois.
Are you bored?
Have treasures you want but can’t afford?
Feel life is in Discord?
Maybe you have found your eternal reward.
Wish your enemies to be gored?
Do you feel should never be ignored?
Feel there is no river to deep to ford?
Then there is a waiting award.
Feel more ambitious than the ancient Nords?
Who brave the fjords..
To build your walls with unbreakable boards.
Do you deserve the eternal reward?
Want your enemies floored?
Have your hidden power stored?
Just speak the word.
And claim your eternal reward.
Unleash the horde.
Remember this is your own accord.
So when blood has been poured.
You will know your eternal reward.
What is it my lord?
You want to know the award?
And have thy name be stored in record?
For this is your eternal reward!
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A Day of New York, a Continuation of my Turmoil.
As time came to pass,
Decisions requiring precision knocking at my door,
I shoulda known to watch my ass!
When will it become my time for my body to hit the floor?
What'd I do to deserve this series of events,
of family member's suicide,
Now here I am to vent,
I could do nothing the day my love had died.
Move into an apartment with an ass,
Being a disappointment to my dad,
Always eating food that taste like crass,
To end up with a life that can only be described as bad.
Drinking away my troubles till I faint,
My sense or morality has decayed,
Seems the only thing I do is taint,
I guess this how I'm repaid!
My car went far outside my reach,
Been beaten bloody at the bar,
My family viewing me as a hungry leech,
Still dealing with physical and mental scars!
My life literally takes stabs at me!
Been extorted for ever cent I once had
My house's roof gets taken down via tree!
Worked out of debt from ground up is anything but rad.
Who'd think life would turn out to be my Judas?
Where'd it beg
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Affording and Hoarding. :iconl-tine:L-Tine 2 2
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Tine Family Case Files: Seymour Tine. :iconl-tine:L-Tine 2 6
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Blue Street Fiddle Blues Part 2, the Devouring-ing
     Arathae, who is a cop, (more useless narrative), pretty sure he went to Harvard for Police... or something. I bought a nice roast the other day..."
"This is about me, not you." Arathae told the narrator sternly.
"Well fine Mr. Pushy, you try and tell a story by yourself, one last thing, go look at that Fern, Stanley."
Arathae stared at the fern, nuttin happened, but the damned narrator left.
Now we can truly begin.
    Arathae's first night in Fiddlersburg was tough. It was not like living on a prayer. Arathae, in only underwear mind you, we need some fan service somewhere... embarked to the Police Station. Behind the ornate counter sat Chief of Police Heavy, in his BLU police uniform.
"Who is teeny man in Heavy's office?"
"Well Police Chief Hoovy I was on this 3 hour drive and then I arrived and a Fiddler attacked!" Arathae started to dramatically reenactment the entire scene, complete with extravagant motions and unneeded explosions.
    Hoovy
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Blue Street Fiddle Blues
Arathae couldn't believe it, he was finally a cop. All he had to do was move to Fiddlersburg in Fiddle County. Nothing conspicuous there....
The paved highway soon gave way to a stretch of gravel roads as far as the eye can see, hills drenched the landscape and the drive soon turned to be quite boring. Arathae slipped in a CD full of calming music that suited his tastes,
"CRAWLING IN MY SKIN!" It wasn't edgy enough, but he didn't mind, it would at least keep him awake for the long drive ahead. After a soul-crushing three hour drive, his spirits peaked when he saw a sign that said, "Welcome to Fiddlersburg, definitely no fiddlers here." The sign was in the shape of a fiddle.
It was midnight when the new cop arrived, he saw a shape shift in the dark, he became suspicious of this sketchy outline of a person who may just be a guy on a walk but what do we know? Arathae approached and politely said,
"Sir, what are you doing out he..." The light of a speaker flared to life as the shrill choru
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I n' mah playaz was holdin a straight-up special event dis night on DeviantART. Us thugs was biggin' up by havin a gangbangin' funky-ass bizzle fo' a DeviantART user whoz ass started tha 7 types trend, tha deviantz name was Pix3m. I, The-Black-Legionary n' Spacekadetsu served as tha catererz of tha ball, Postmorteum was tha DJ whoz ass loved playin New Wave, n' Mikoleggy was a tha Rhino keeper fo' some "unknown" reason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz fo' realz. Also CurlyClarissa was tha florist n' da hoe brought a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitload of da most thugged-out pimpin' boquetz of flowers dat I've eva se
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L-Tine
Red Spy Guy.
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France
Gentlemen,
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the craziness of my mind.

Also, likes long walks on the beach, hobos, bones (and lot's of 'em), and yo-yo's.
Dislikes bees, dank crap, actual crap, trolls, bums, and flesh.


The languages I speak:
French language level NATIVE by TheFlagandAnthemGuy German language level INTERMEDIATE by TheFlagandAnthemGuy British English language level EXPERT by TheFlagandAnthemGuy

Find me on Steam!
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A little birdy came by... I MEAN VenomGamingArt, tolds me to write some stuff so I wrote the stuff, and stuff, so here's that stuff.

1. What is your favourite color?
Blue... DABBA DEEBA DEEA DOO BAI! :icongwahplz:

2. Are you inspired by quotes? If so, which quote do you like the most?
"I intend to live forever. So far, so good." ~Stephen Wright.

3. What is your favourite disney movie and why?
Wall-E, It's mah favorite movie! I'll pick a non Pixar too, Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

4. Do you have a pet? If not, would you like one?
I have a sneaky snek. (A snake.) My Tarantula died recently. :saddummy:

5. If you could change your name to anything, what would you pick?
SmittyMcJambersnazzle.

6. Would you rather be a ninja or be a pirate?
A Pirate so I have an excuse to say things like, "Avast", "Ye", and "Scallywag" without looking like a jackass.

7. Do you prefer long hair or short hair?
Now that I've gone bald, I kinda like being bald.

8. If you lived in a supernatural world, would you team up with heroes or villains? 
Villains are the heroes of their own story. Snooty One 

9. Can you recommend me a good song from rock genre, if so which song?
Dnieper Rapids by Turisas, that's kinda metal, for a purely rock song, Bohemian Rhapsody.

10. What is something that everyone looks stupid doing
Party <------- That. 

Screw it, I ain't writing new questions, because I'm a lazy bastard. I admit it and embrace it.

Well, line up suckers, you're gonna get a tag.
Mikomics, Vexxed-Valentines-XO, MarchosiasVX, Erediell, IrishDynamo, and Ascendencia. Now mush peasants! :iconmadnoesplz:
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  • Reading: My journal.
  • Watching: My screen.
  • Playing: Death. (Lol, just kidding.)
  • Eating: Souls of the Innocent.
  • Drinking: Something Edgy.

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The Tall Man’s Game


“Burn the witch!” The long and arduous witch trials continued on. Don’t get me wrong… I love to see the daughters of satan receive their end, but just after the sheer number of them it just got boring. My father and I were both devout christians so why would any moral person allow them to wreak havoc among those who walked in the light. I remember the start of it all, my face had just begun starting to grow a man’s beard and my and my maturity had just started sharpening. But of course that was long ago, now I suffer a fate worse than death

It all started when one passerby woman who no one remembers the name of, walked next to a fruit cart that suddenly it bucked in an impossible propulsion upwards and spilled produce in the street. The reverends and ministers answered the town’s plea and took the wretched woman to a flat rock and hacked the head from the body with one precise swoop of the tempered edge of the weapon. The executioner's axe had its first taste of blood and soon would gorge on the red in the years to follow. One woman, most likely a sister or a mother screamed in horror at the execution, the reverend took one of his bony hands and forced her to the stone exterior of the church.
“We have killed one of Satan’s children! You scorn us for doing what god commands us!” Screamed the stout and cold reverend as he held the terrified maiden to the wall with a clamp on her shoulder tighter than that of a beggar clasping his last coin. The woman muttered under her breath in a terrified craze.
“Excuse me milady,” Began the minister, the minister seemed to be a complete contrast of his religious partner. The minister had soft eyes, a peaceful and calm demeanor, and would give the poor woman a chance to explain herself. The woman must have been completely psychotic, she screamed and kicked attempting to pull herself away from the unwavering reverend. The minister continued to try and console the woman to ask her to just explain, but it was no use. The axe tasted it’s second taste of blood.

Beggars now avoided the light for fear they may be seen by the men of the church, women either now went to the church every day or locked themselves in whatever dwelling they lived in for they could not ignore the constant threat of being accused a witch. In those days I had a flint and torch in the knapsack I carried, well along with the blunderbuss I kept concealed, I would of only used in “dire situations” and would knock on the doors of anyone who was home, and force myself in for if I said I was with the church, which I was, they automatically opened to not look suspicious.

I recalled the incident when I visited a humble farmstead owned by a recently widowed Beatrice June. The elderly woman was wonderful company, only us two were in the cottage when she offered to fetch me another loaf of bread. She slowly grabbed her shabby wooden walking stick and got up. She advanced to the door the her pantry when suddenly a cabinet ripped open and spewed the antique dishes and cutlery to the floor. I stood up with a jolt, the window latched clicked and the window pane slid upwards and then the table below the opening snapped with a thunderous noise. I fled the house and told the reverend my tale. He amassed a few others from the town and came to the outside of the cottage, took his lamp which had been freshly oiled and was burning bright in the dead of night, and smashed it on the ground at the end of the lawn. The satisfying hiss of smoke soon filled the night’s sky.

I sat awake in my cot. Slowly running my fingers through my hound’s soft fur.
“Down Archibald,” I told soothingly to my companion.
“It’s time for bed.” Archibald gave me a whimper, but slowly left the bed and went to his usual spot on the floor. I took the lamp in hand and inhaled… the flame went out by itself. I was perplexed, the wind is the culprit. Most likely at least. I was soon plagued by a fierce night terror. I rocked to and through. The cot squeaked a symphony of disjointed sound.
“You sent innocents to their graves.” A voice echoed in the empty halls.

Grabbing the blunderbuss, I sat up in the darkness!
“Show yourself! I’m armed!” The gun was suddenly ripped from my grasp. I watched it’s outline in the darkness bend and contort. My lamp flared with life again. I hadn’t touched it. I groped wildly to find whatever was doing this. I felt a long, bony, and dead hand. The hand grabbed back and decimated my wrist. I was lifted from my feet. The world seemingly a blur. Slowly fading in, was the image of a very tall, skeletal man. Curiously he lacked an upper skull. The jaw just floated in front of the neck,
“How rude. Haven’t introduced myself,” The figure threw me to the floor. I hit it with a thud. Splinters of wood impaled my delicate palms. I had never felt this before. A new sensation… it was fear.
“Call me the Tall Man.” The figure cackled. Taking what seemed to be delight in every word.
“What in blazes do you want!?” I cried in anguish.
“A little birdy came by, well not just a little birdy. Quite a bit of birdies. They aren’t happy with you.”
“Wha-what!?”
“I’m done prolonging the inevitable.” The figure grabbed me and with Herculean strength, threw me back to my humble cot. My body froze with an odd, numb sensation. One of his long bony fingers extended to the tip of my forehead. The Tall Man gently brought his finger to the top of my forehead, and then proceeded to slowly bring his finger down to the top lip. A brazen, red mark was left on my forehead. His other hand lifted. The fingers sifted through the mark and I felt no pain as I watched the Tall Man remove my skull through the hole in my face. He inspected it briefly, and then set it on his jaw as if it was a hat. He nodded and was ducking out.
“Wait! What will become of me!?” I asked with existential dread.
“You got a new job. My job to be exact. To protect people from nutcases like you.”

It’s been many years. I hover in the market. My invisible frame going unnoticed. My pocket bible fell from my bag. It fell under a fruit cart. I gingerly lifted the cart on an axle… It flew up in a flash!

“Witchcraft!” A settler shouted from across the square,
“Where!?” I cried readying my fists. But they ran past me. They grabbed the woman standing next to the cart.
“She didn’t do anything!” I cried. No one could hear me. The axe tasted more blood, and certainly not it’s last taste.

That night, a voice in my head appeared. It was the voice of a distressed female. Demanding justice. She asked for the reverend’s head.
The Tall Man's Game.
This was a short story I wrote a while back. Centered around the witch hunting craze which happened a long while ago...
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"One’s Own."
By Aloin Dubois.

Feel free to berate, hate, to lambaste my empty soul.
Use any word you please, no matter how foul.
Even as you wear your snide scowl.
Getting ready to disembowel.

Remember yourself as well.
To escape the standard hell.
And ring the bell.
To bring back your soul which fell.

Always be yourself.
Don’t be sidelined to the shelf.
Never loathe oneself.
So cheer to your good health.

Why hide?
Make standards be defied.
Open your mind to escape the self in which you lied.
And instead bound forward in a joyful open stride.

Don’t care what the others think.
Don’t care when you’re told you stink.
Don’t follow the first instinct.
Mend the missing link.

Be what you want.
Take your hidden feelings from retirement.
Don’t feel as if you’re a delinquent.
Just because you are different.

So what if you’re weird?
Have your word adhered.
Don't let your opinions be steered.
Don’t be scared, nothing here is to be feared.

No flight or fight.
We can get along alright.
No need for a display of might.
Friends come to those who are polite.

Make sure to salute.
To the man who didn’t stay mute.
Who told people the parts of him that were kaput.
Who told his inner workings to the absolute.

Stay strong against the storm.
Don’t be “the norm”.
Never conform.
To be someone else’s preferred form.
One's Own.
I wanted to try a more uplifting piece to coincide with all the edge I've been producing.
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Your Eternal Reward…
By Aloin Dubois.

Are you bored?
Have treasures you want but can’t afford?
Feel life is in Discord?
Maybe you have found your eternal reward.

Wish your enemies to be gored?
Do you feel should never be ignored?
Feel there is no river to deep to ford?
Then there is a waiting award.

Feel more ambitious than the ancient Nords?
Who brave the fjords..
To build your walls with unbreakable boards.
Do you deserve the eternal reward?

Want your enemies floored?
Have your hidden power stored?
Just speak the word.
And claim your eternal reward.

Unleash the horde.
Remember this is your own accord.
So when blood has been poured.
You will know your eternal reward.

What is it my lord?
You want to know the award?
And have thy name be stored in record?
For this is your eternal reward!
Can you cope with the extreme difficulty these games present? :icongo-on-plz:
Most people call me out on about four aspects,
- I'm "funny".
- I'm "nice".
- That I am a skeleton/skeleton fanatic.
- That I'm French.

But I'm tired of hearing these, over, and over, and over again.

Can you name something you know about me that isn't one of these four? :icon-go-on-plz:

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I won points from a challenge so I hit "random deviant" and gave a small donation because I don't need points.
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