Mobis-New-Nest [2013-12-29 01:00:24 +0000 UTC]

The web is changing, I can see it in the pages, and I can read it in the words. Much that once was is now lost for none who 'Thanks For The Fave' now remember it. It began with the forming of the pages. Three were given the writers, wisest in words and all that was literature. Seven to the masons who master in all architects, nine to the mortal painters who were elite in strokes of detail and all that was color in life. But they were all deceived for there was another page made. In the land of Windows deep in heart of Mount Java Script, the dark evil, smelly lord known as I.R. Baboon created in secreted a page that would control all the others. In this page he poured his Greed, Cruelty, Criticism and Censorship on all life. One Page To Govern Them All. One by one the free pages of Cyberspace fell to the power of The Page but there were some that resisted. A last alliance of Writers and Painters marched against the armies of Windows and there on the slopes Mount Java Script they fought for the freedom of Cyberspace. Victory was near but the power of The Page could not be undone. I.R decimated the armies of Writers and Painters with only one blow. In a desperate effort King Sotira charged The Dark I. R. Baboon but his efforts were in vane as I.R. with one blow crushed the King's body. King Sotira bleeding from the mouth felt is life fading and it was in this moment while I.R. watched with great pleasure as King Sotira life slip away that Prince Angelo son of King Sotira cried out in anguish and took up his father’s brush but I.R had crushed the bristles along with half the brush. I.R. reached out to attempt to grab the prince but Prince Angelo took what was left of the brush and its sharp splintery end and jabbed it in the wrist of the I.R. and pulled with all his might that it ripped his hand and The Page along with it. I.R let out a shriek of pain and soon his body shrivel and shrank until all that was left was his morbid crown over a pile of ash. The Dark Lord I.R Baboon was defeated. Prince Angelo reached for The Page that was half buried in the ashes of the once Dark Lord. Upon grabbing it he could hear voices in his head. Voices pleading for him to take The Page for himself. He ignored the voices and made his way into the heart pf Mount Java Script. As he stood on the cliff and looked down into the dark abyss where this evil weapon had been made from; the voices became louder in his head. Soon The Page had shown him visions of colors so beautiful that no being could fathom to ever look away. The Prince smiled as voices coming from The Page had made promise that these colors would be his and all his paintings would be the greatest in all the lands of Cyberspace. The Prince took a step back from the cliff and cupped The Page in his hands then clutched it closely to his heart while whispering ‘The Page is mine’    

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KanonKunNyappy [2013-12-22 10:19:26 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for the fave

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KyokiLaFreakshow [2013-12-10 19:06:00 +0000 UTC]

thanks very much for the watch

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TaekwondoPrincess [2013-03-03 12:22:31 +0000 UTC]

Thank you for the follow and favee~ n__n
Finally got time to check your art out aswell c:

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Carol-Lizzy [2013-02-01 23:41:35 +0000 UTC]

Hey, thanks for the fave! I'll admit that I can't top the comment just below mine, but thanks all the same!

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Mobis-New-Nest [2013-02-01 20:54:20 +0000 UTC]

After leaving the public library one Saturday afternoon you make your way home and take the bridge that’s a short cut to your house. As you’re about to enter bridge you are stopped dead in your tracks when you see two large claw like hands that grab on to the railing guard of the bridge. Soon a behemoth creature lifts its self onto the bridge. It was as tall as a house, its wings black and large enough to block out the sky. Its skin was made of molten rock and partial fire but its face was ghastly. It had two giant horns sticking out of its head and teeth that looked like they were for crushing rather then smiling. Its bellow scares you nearly half to death. You try to move, you try and call for help but the fear freezes your voice and entire body. Then a warm hand touches your shoulder. You look to catch a glimpse of an old man with a long beard, a pointy hat, a robe and staff. “Step back” he says to you and you fall back with astonishment as to what’s going on. The old man stands in front of the behemoth. “YOU CANNOT PASS!” yells the old man as he lifts his hands into the air with one hand holding a staff “I AM THE SERVENT OF THE SECRET FIRE!” yells the old man as an aura of light begins to surround his body like a sphere. The behemoth summons a gargantuan blade in one hand made of black and blue flames. “I AM THE WEILDER OF THE FLAME OF ANOR!” yelled the old man as the behemoths blade came crashing down on the old man but his sphere of light shattered it and in the process knocked his pointy hat off “THE DARK FIRE WILL NOT AVIL YOU, GO BACK TO THE SHADOW!” yelled the old man but the behemoth now summoned a three tailed whip in one hand that crackled like thunder when it whipped it around. The behemoth attempted to step forward but the old man took his staff by two hands and lifted it higher into the air and yelled “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” he brought his staff down so hard that the ground around you shook and bridge began to give under the behemoth and it plummeted to its doom. The old man exhausted turns to you but suddenly the behemoths whip grabs hold of his ankle; tugs him back then the whip lets go and causes the old man to stagger back, dropping his staff and falls. You get up and run to him thinking he’s fallen but you see he’s holding onto a bent metal railing. You try and reach down for him to take your hand but he doesn’t take your hand but rather looks up at you and says “I must thank you on behalf of Mobis-New-Nest for having faved a piece in his gallery, now FLY YOU FOOL!” with his last words he lets go of the railing and falls into the dark abyss. You scream out to him but with a single blink of an eye the darkness takes him from you.

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Mobis-New-Nest [2013-01-31 18:28:46 +0000 UTC]

*Psst* *Psst* Hey! Hey Kitsune636! Yeah You! Come here, just thought I’d thank you visiting my gallery and doing the whole “Watch Thing”, you know, really means a lot to me. It’s what we deviants do for each other when we take the time out of our lives to appreciate the creativity of others, with all due respect you didn’t have to come waltzing into my gallery but I’m glad you did and believe me the Nest really appreciated what you’ve done. I wish nothing but the best for you, nothing but good tidings on all you future deviations. I know with given time someday you'll be DeviantArts 1,000,000 view elites....yeah I know I sound like I have a couple screws loose saying that but to be honest ambition can take you far and dedication will keep you on the right path, with that I wish you nothing but the best, peace love and so much happiness to you, Live Free, Create Hard catch you on the flipside flat foot

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SamusFairchild [2011-11-14 05:34:47 +0000 UTC]

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Deirdre96 [2011-09-11 18:08:00 +0000 UTC]

I dzieki za watcha ;*

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Deirdre96 [2011-09-11 18:05:48 +0000 UTC]

Dzieki za fave^^

Tak wgl co tam słychowac?

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Hannami94 [2011-06-22 20:23:04 +0000 UTC]

dzięki za watcha <3

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