The Jokers Dying laugh!

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Her name was emilia, a former supermodel, living the good life.

her husband, ren, an officer of the law, murdered by the sick man donning the wicked mask

his name?

the joker…

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no…not that one. i said a MASK!!!

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THATS him:) (the name above is his designer)

her fate? jailed. framed for her beloveds murder

a chance at freedom with her new found friends, annie and liza in the prison lands her in an underground society called gradius, led by a guy with crazy hair named roufas 

together, the 4 sought after joker blood, meeting up with the military, getting in a costume contest, learning of a mysterious entity named cube, meeting cave dwarves that worship treasure, and finally tracking him down at an old chapel where emelia and her man planned to be wed.

this is where joker unleashes his ultimate weapon, a giant DIVA STATUE…named diva.

with 22 hours of grinding, they felled the beast and the chapel fell to the flames…but what of joker?

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PLOT TWIST!!!

however, this brings about a plot…hole.

at the beginning of the game, there are 2 bodies at the crime scene. one of Ren, and one of Joker.

whatever, this game is incomplete. the reason i chose is that there was a stunt double:P

anyhoo, emelia in her wedding dress(she does a mock wedding and fights the final boss with the dang thing on!!!) shoots the mask off, freeing ren from its sentient control:P

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oh look, they’re happy.

time for the next campaign:D 5 more left! this time, we’ll be starring as a robot:)

i have really shitty self esteem

often times, i believe i don’t deserve something or someone

i messed up a couple friendships and situations as a result

but i don’t want to lose anyone anymore

not the few people in my life that care

im a good person

i just need the right guidance

this is the main character from my book:D her name is laura! this is not an accurate portrayal of her…personality wise:P

boo…ki….mee…..

lillith, the lady of many random things appears on the scene, dancing gracefully like an angel from heaven, destined to make everyone happy:D

this is my friend, Madscarlet, playing a harp!

thankfully, i still had enough colored pencil life to draw all the hair…the brown is all gone now…

game over

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0GwY9OATU

fuck that game…anyway…

friend:D

something i should share:P

YOU KNOW THE WEIRDEST PART OF DEALING WITH PEOPLE?

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ITS ALWAYS A DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE

FOR EXAMPLE

ONE DAY, YOU COULD BE TALKING TO A GUMMY FROG TASTING LIKE SODA

REALLY REALLY GOOD INSIDE YOUR STOMACH

OTHER DAYS YOU CAN BE TALKING TO THE SPIRIT OF DARKNESS ITSELF

EYES OPEN FOR AN OPENING TO STRIKE YOU AT MAXIMUM POTENIAL WITH ITS KIN, WHOM IT HAD SUMMONED OVER THOUSANDS OF YEARS

BEWARE…GO FOR THE GUMMY FROGS

THEY’RE AT THE STORE

candycornbutterfly asked:

Your art is simply adorable! Thanks for following me -- I read quite a bit of your blog and decided to start following you, too. It's nice to meet you, Carry.

oh wow:D do you really think that about my art:D? Thank YOU!!!!

that is a very kind thing to say to me:) its wonderful to meet you as well:O

Time thing

clocked in at twilight, streaming through the endless waters that actually aren’t

i found an unchecked path, the one around us

the one that involves the improvision in our minds, the on the spot deliverance towards entertainment

inundated with streetlights, parlors, and beggars

corporate businesses and men talking about the last football game, i drowned in this imaginary sea till the universe gave birth to dusk, prompting the others to take on a magnificent new routine.

fearing this rapid change, and the black omen of life that haunts every star blinding setting of life, the beacon of light, the only one in that period opened itself to me, where a flood of voices, drifting across chopped trees lay stationary, waiting to be devoured.

when the darkness seeped into even this beacon that i once called sanctuary, i was confronted by a woman with hair like a chocolate volcano and oozing caramel, garbed in suspenders who exchanged a story to me about her adventures in the vaccum, and the orgasmly powerful constellations that glossed this lightless region of life.

from those words, the traces of my thoughts became corrupt and a new tale emerged, written in the aura of the earth, unviewable to all.