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[2010-11-04 18:33:34 +0000 UTC]
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Favourites: 11095; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 12
Watching: 110; Pageviews: 5291; Comments Made: 128; Friends: 110
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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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Thanks for the fav! See also my new image: The Wish
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Thank you for taking the time out of your life to visit my gallery and favorite a piece. That was most gracious of you. I wish nothing but the best for you, nothing but good tidings on all you future deviations.
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Oh, thank you for nice words
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Thanks for the fav & support ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
Have a wonderful day ~
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The ground shook with the sounds of their battle cry and the sounds of feet stomping quickly on earth as the warrior’s and the White Wizard ran to rescue the Basteel from General Banes grip. They were a tidal wave of warriors, with the White Wizard leading them forward atop his noble steed while holding out his white staff that beamed with celestial light. General Bane’s soldiers were blinded by the light and could not focus their weapons properly on the enemy that head their way. In an instant the tidal wave of warriors swept through them. Cries of death could be heard coming from General Banes soldiers as the warriors slaughtered and broke through their flanks. Some soldiers had tried to flee but it was no use. In the end General Bane soldiers were defeated. High atop the tower you peer through binoculars and shout “WE DID IT! WE’RE SAVED!” as you turn to look on the faces of Team Gratitude behind you, you see that they are occupied by something else that was happening. Fran the woman with rabbit ears dressed in scantily clad black armor had blood running down from her abdomen. She lay in the arms of her beloved partner Baltheir, he pressed her closely against his chest. “Everything’s going to be alright” said Baltheir as tears escaped his eyes and down his cheek. “You were…you were never a good lair” replied Fran as the blood loss had exhausted her voice. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek. “Looks like I…exit…stage…left” she said as her hand slipped away from his cheek and she took her eternal sleep. Baltheir hugged closely, as he pressed his cheek against hers and began to sob. You put a hand on his shoulder but he yells “LEAVE ME!” and you do so, along with the rest of team gratitude as you head outside to meet with your saviors.
Meanwhile, outside Mobis-New-Nest and General Bane were still locked in mortal combat. “Congratulations Mr. Nest on the victory” said General Bane. “We don’t have to keep fighting, it’s over Bane” replied Mobis. “I am not like my soldiers, you see yielding is not one of my virtues” said General Bane. They continued to fight and finally Mobis ended it with an uppercut that took General Bane off his feet and landed him hard on his back. “If…I had…the energy…I’d clap to your victory” said General Bane, breathing heavily and exhausted. “Can…the sarcasm, you can…you can atone Bane. You can save many lives, you know I.R. and Dr. Nefarious better than I do. Help me put an end to all this” said Mobis as he stood over the defeated General Bane. “Oh there will be an end to all this Mr. Nest but I don’t think you’re going to like the ending of you and your comrade’s story. You want my help? Then hear this. Something festers in the heart of city, something you have failed to see. Even as we speak I.R. and Dr. Nefarious are pressing their advantage. You don’t truly think The Favor will save us all? The child will suffer a grievous chastisement for ever having stood in I.R. Baboon’s way. If you do not believe me then take this as proof” said General Bane as a large black crystal Orb. “Orb of the Forseers?” said Mobis as he picked it up. Within an instant Mobis body shook as his eyes went dark and the Orb had begun to use its powers and Mobis was seeing visions of the future. He saw the Basteel burned to ashes, his comrades dead bodies hanging in displaying in a black castle and then he saw you, you were chained to rock, burning in an endless blaze of torment and lastly he saw The Evil Dark Lord I.R. Baboon dancing and prancing over a victory for having triumphed and killed Team Gratitude and in his hand he held The One Site To Rule them all, power he sought for so long now the bane of all existence in his control. The visions had ceased and Mobis dropped the Orb but it did not shatter or crack. “Ha ha ha, did I not tell you? Before the very end you will wish you and The Favor died in that cell we put you in” said General Bane. Mobis had for the first time felt a suffocating fear.
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Thanks so much for the fav! You rock! Be sure to check out my other steampunk creations.
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Thanks for the 
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Thank you for the watch too and more faves 
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All that could be heard was the beeping of the heartbeat monitor that was hooked up to the young girl who was in critical condition. She lay there in her hospital bed unconscious. A breathing respirator was hooked up to her nose. Doctors did not know when she would wake but if she did she would only see through one eye as her other eye was badly burned in the explosion that happen in Deviant Tower. Balthier, acting leader of Team Gratitude had held the frail hand of the little girl. He stared at her, and felt nothing but pity and remorse as the beautiful girl who once sang with her guitar was now silent and the skin that shown yellow was now faded to a pale white. Her good eye suddenly half open. She looked over at Balthier. “Lisa?” said Balthier with excitement in his voice. “Bal…thier” replied Lisa as she half smiled. She felt exhausted; speaking had felt like it knocked the wind out of her. “Don’t talk my dear, please save your strength” replied Balthier but Lisa would not comply “Mobis…is he…” “No he’s not hear...” Balthier’s reply was cut off by Lisa “He’s alive…dreamed…of him…the city…I.R..” “No more talk my dear, rest” Balthier said, he grit his teeth when he heard I.R mentioned. The merciless beast was the reason she was in this hospital and what he wanted more now than ever was squeeze the life out of him. Suddenly his rage had turned to panic when Lisa’s heartbeat monitor began to beep out of sync. Nurses rush into the hospital room “IS SHE DIEING?!” yelled Balthier but one answered him as he was pushed out of her room by nurses who were working frantically to resuscitate little Lisa. The curtains to her room were drawn and the door slammed in his face as he nearly stumbled out of Lisa’s room. Balthier’s heart beat harder and harder as his thoughts of impending death happening to Lisa threw him in a traumatic state but he did what little he could to remain optimistic and keep himself from losing his nerves. A few moments later a doctor step out and closed the door behind, Balthier rushed at him as if to shake the truth out of him “Is she going to be alright? Please tell me you saved her” said Balthier. The doctor’s long silence and look of grief on his face was enough to tell him that the worse had happened. “I’m so sorry, we did everything he could, if you wish for me to tell the other in the waiting room…” the doctor was cut off by Balthier hand who gestured for him to stop speaking “I will break the news to them” said Balthier. He walked to his comrades in the waiting room and with every step he thought of how he would break the news to them. When he turned the corner to the waiting room, all eyes were on him. “Is alright?” asked Sheva as Chris had held her hand “Can I give her, her guitar now? I fixed the burnt wood to new” said Clank. In that moment Balthier let slips a tear “It is with great unfortunate news that Lisa Simpson is…” he couldn’t finish as he wiped the tear from his face. There cries of anguish and anger coming from his comrades but one man stood up from his seat walked towards Balthier. He was dressed in his district attorney suit that was party burned due to an explosion he barely escaped from. Half of the left side from his face was so badly burned that the eye was lidless, his skin burned right to the muscle and all the hair on the left side of his scalp was burned away. In his left hand he flicked a coin repeatedly then spoke “Heads I.R dies and tails says he lives?” said the man with burnt face “He will not die, we took an oath never to break the one rule of Mobis-New-Nest, as much as I want to see I.R. suffer the same fate, killing him is not right” “IT’S NOT ABOUT WHATS RIGHT IT’S ABOUT WHATS FAIR! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BE GRATEFUL PEOPLE IN AN UNGRATEFUL TIME BUT YOU WERE WRONG, THE WORLD IS CRUEL AND IT SHOWED YOU THAT WHEN MOBIS AND LISA DIED. THE ONLY MORALITY IN A CRUEL WORLD IS CHANCE, UNBIASED, UNPREGIDOUS AND FAIR. I.R. HAS THE SAME CHANCE THAT MOBIS LISA DID, 50/50!” yelled the man with burnt face “Harvey you are upset and I know…” but Balthier was cut off by Harvey “DON’T PATRONIZE ME!” yelled Harvey and then he flicked his coin one last time, it landed in the palm of his hand and then he took his palm and placed the coin on top of the knuckle of his other hand. It read heads “So it was written, so it shall be done” said Harvey with a serious look on his face “If any of you are in sync with me on this then help me put this monster six feet under but if not then don’t get in my way, from here on out there is no more thanks for the fav” Harvey turned and made his way for the exit of the hospital. Sheva pulled let go of Chris’s hand and followed Harvey. So did Ratchet, Booker T, Samus and Megatron. “So this is it? This is how Team Gratitude ends? No more thanks for the fav? DO NOT DO THIS! THIS IS WHAT I.R. WANTS! WE TOOK AN OATH!” yelled Balthier but his voice fell on deaf ears. The team was broken, Lisa dead, Mobis dead or missing and city now overrun with I.R., General Bane and Dr. Nefarious thugs. All hope had now fallen to you.
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