Henchman800 wrote:I love all this, but ''Trap'' (reminds me actually of an enemy from my game project
) and the Mr. Dark sketch are simply GREAT!
Yeah, Trap is half Croc inspired and half Rayman inspired and I'm using him in my game project
(the sprites are coming along well)
Lianna wrote:You have a dA? But i can't wait for more pics of you!
Yep! I have a DA!
And I started some writing pieces
Anyways look what I writez! :3
I might post up some concepts but it'll have to wait
Thankies to my sis for the idea
I'm telling you, writing THIS was like putting choc-chip cookies in the fridge without thinking XD
I'M A VERY INSANE GIRL ! AND I'M PROUD, PROUD I SAY!
I can write more stuff like this!Any suggestions for another one?I could include OCs but I need good descripion of them, especially their personality.
Insanity
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It was raining, it was dark and Rayman was tired, but there was one villian left.
Hours pasted by and the rain became stronger and stronger, Rayman was beggining to feel lost, until something in the distance caught his attention.
He saw a cape waving gently in the wind, it was a very interesting looking cape, it was equaly
split down the middle with the colour of crimson on the right side, and pure white on the left.
He walked closer to the jester-like figure, keeping his distance, for he knew her attacks too well and she could kill him easily.
They were now four meters away from eachother, her back was still turned to Rayman.
"Sooooo, you've come back, I don't care if you defeat me and drag me back the the fairies, the Protoon has gone completely mad"
"What do you know about the Protoon?"
"Enough to turn it against you all!"
"You're EVIL!"
"No, we're misunderstood, exactly what is the TRUE meaning of good and evil, hmmmmmm?"
She turned to face Rayman.
""Perfect" and "imperfect"?"
Rayman was silent, he never thought of it that way.
"Do you know why we so called "villians" do all this?"
She started to look a bit upset and angry.
"Because we're all mistreated! Why? Because of ONE LITTLE DIFFERENCE!"
Rayman was starting to feel very confused.
"Why do think Mister Dark wears that hat and cloak to cover himself? Because of APPEARANCES!"
"But how do you-"
"Because we all admit what we are, we're all even misfits!"
"But he would nev-"
"Yes, he does remove his hat, around his own kind kind that is."
She walked to side of the meadow and stared at the wild stream.
Rayman snuck up behind her and tried to push her in, but he forgot
she was limbless too, and she quickly dodged.
"You're starting to remind me of Dr.Calico, the murderer of my family."
"But he's a physician."
"NO! HE IS PURE EVIL! HE TURNED ME INTO AN INSANE WRECK! HE KILLED MY FAMILY! HE TWISTED THE MINDS OF INNOCENT LITTLE CHILDREN INTO FORGETFULNESS! THEY DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE OR WHERE THEY CAME FROM, AND NOW THEY'RE BEING SENT TO ANIARNTA WITH NUMBERS AROUND THEIR NECKS AS IF THEY'RE BREEDING LIVE-STOCK!"
She was in even more rage, which made Rayman slowly back away.
She sighed and calmed herself down, but then she frowned.
"I snapped..."
Her right hand came out from under her cloak, holding something that was the last
thing Rayman wanted to see.
Someone's HEART.
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