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Posted by homor - May 19th, 2008


*cowbell*

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..

we can be like they are
Come on baby
(don't fear the reaper)

Baby take my hand
(don't fear the reaper)

We'll be able to fly
(don't fear the reaper)

Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity
Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday
Like Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday
Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday

We can be like they are

Come on baby
(don't fear the reaper)

Baby take my hand
(don't fear the reaper)

We'll be able to fly
(don't fear the reaper)

Baby I'm your man

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone

Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared

The curtains flew then he appeared...
saying don't be afraid

Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye

she had become like they are
She had taken his hand
she had become like they are

Come on baby
(don't fear the reaper)

*cowbell stops*

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Posted by homor - May 18th, 2008


how to refuse unsafe work.

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Posted by homor - May 17th, 2008


is that a suicide cult?

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Posted by homor - May 16th, 2008


I WARNED YOU.

I WARNED YOU.

SEEZIURE WARNNING, DO NOT CLICK.


Posted by homor - May 15th, 2008


welcome to the index page for "Misfoster" this page was created to keep track of the many chapters of the story aswell as its interludes and other things.
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---FAQ paved for parking lot----

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

the above are parking spaces.

---chapters---

-prolouge-
the dwarven king and the highlord go off to search for a gem of legend. this is set ten years in the past.

-chapter one-
the high council members of the dwarven empire hold a meeting, and the origins of the orcs are explained. this is set ten years in the past.

-chapter two-
harald (the main charecter) has a bad dream, and is then forced to go to a meeting that is badly guraded.

-interlude-
the troll king meets up with the orc king to discuss important matters.

-chapter three-
harald gets a vision of the very depths of the underworld, and the new king's important news is finally unearthed.

-chapter four-
Blacscale pays a vist to a very special POW.

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---other things---

-list of areas-
an explanation of the areas of the island where the story takes place, this is finished.

-Charecter Profiles-
Profiles on the many charecters of the Misfoster universe.

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well, that does it for the index, thank you for taking the time to read the silly little stories i only write for fun.

and also:

Misfoster: index.


Posted by homor - May 13th, 2008


See them standing in the foothills
Waiting for the kill
On wings of fear the terror sweeps
Into the city beat

To defend
This is the pact
But when life's scorned
And damage done
To avenge
This is the pact

On wings of vengeance
Taarna finds them
Death for barbarians

To defend
This is the pact
But when life's scorned
And damage done
To avenge
This is the pact

Flying over the oasis
She is captured and they pull her down

Feeling pain
From the air
Close my eyes
And I am there
I feel I'm falling down in a deep dark pit

"Pull him down" the soldier said
"I'll put an arrow in his head"
But the bird
Flew off instead
To save his master
On his back she fled

Her time has come

Riding her bird
High in the saddle
She gets her chance to fulfil the pact now
As their leader
Swoops from the clouds
She sticks him with her sword
Then she throws him down

The enemy shrivel and die
The enemy shrivel and die

To defend
This is the pact
But when life's scorned
And damage done
To avenge
This is the pact

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Posted by homor - May 11th, 2008


http://www.adultswim.com/games/game/in dex.html?game=surgeon

THIS IS IT, THE FINAL ACT.

AND ITS GONNA BE SO FUCKING EPIC IT'LL PUNCH YOUR ASS IN THE ASS FACE.

PLAY IT NOW, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I'LL POST VERY UNKIND THINGS ABOUT YOU ON DON'T DATE HIM GIRLS.

GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRR .

AMATEUR SURGEON ACT THREE IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Posted by homor - May 11th, 2008


[index]

legend predicts that a hero will raise, and evil will be gouged out from the hole it hides in, but today, this evil remains. this is the tale of said evil

mount sparke, the meeting place of all evil.

mount sparke was once a beautiful and life filledarea on udyr island, once populated by many humans, sparke was a happy mountain retreat for the well to do, filled with its wonderful red mountain areas, and its tropical lakes, mount sparke seemed to be paradise.

that was, until the largest volcano in sparke erupted.

houses, towns, people, none of them were spared, not even the plants, or the grass.

the remaining villagers were evactuated from the area, but many were dead.

after the eruption, mount sparke became a volcanic wasteland, the once lush and beautiful grass was burned from its roots, the once soft yet durable soil was burned, turned black and hard, nothing could grow from it, as well as cracked.

the once lovely and clean rivers, the rivers that could be drank from, were now filled with magma, the tropical gaziers that once spread wild spring water accross the land now shot ash.

this land was unliveable for all the most desperate of races.

that race, is the orcs.

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it is another normal day in mount sparke, the skys are red and covered by the clouds, and the air is filled with ash.

deep under ground, lies the underground city of the orcs, the only way in is a giant door within a giant mountain.

the streets are littered with disgarded bags, filled with who knows what, the houses are round and cruedly built.

but the main focus is the large, well built, black castle, rgis is where the warcheif is.

inside the castle is a large, round, well lit throne room.

sitting atop a thorne agianst the wall, at the back of the room, he sits, the warchief, he is clad in all black armor, only his head can be seen.

surrounding all sides of the round room, all armored so much that their entire bodies are not visable, only thier eyes, they are holding axes.

the room is dead silent, the gurads stand complete still as the warchief twidles his fingers, looking impatient.

"where is he?" said the cheiften "he should be here by now."

"where is who master darkmoore?" said a gurad.

"the troll emmersary." said darkmoore.

"how do we know when he comes? theres alot of trolls in this city." said another gurad.

"you'll know him when you see him." said darkmoore.

just as darkmoore finished that sentance, a gurad walked up to him.

"sir!" said the gurad "i found this little creature trying to get in."

the gurad held up a small mouse to the chiefs face, the mouse was held up by his tail.

"i know how you like to step on the disgusting little pests, so i brought it to you." said the gurad.

darkmoore grabed the mouse by the tail and sat it down on the ground.

"welcome to the underground kingdom of the orcs boneblade." said darkmoore.

a green mist emerged from the mouse complete covering the entire room.

the green dust faded, and standing there, tall, with long hair and fangs, skulls with three femires sticking out of them for shoulder pads, wearing a grass skirt, boots that don't cover the feet, and are ripped, and yellow arm bracers, it is boneblade, the king of the trolls.

"ugh." said the troll. "what a way to ta' treat royality ey mon'?"

darkmoore humble bowed before boneblade.

"forgive him" said the orc cheif, sounding amused "he is unaware of your shape shifting power boneblade."

darkmoore looked over to the gurad.

"leave us." said darkmoore.

the gurad turned around and wback to his post, next to the door.

"what news do you bring us?" said darkmoore.

"na' tin' good mon'." said boneblade "the goblins were out numbahed, they all be' dead."

"who cares?" said darkmoore "did we get the town magistrate? without a leader the town will fall regardless."

"jes'." said boneblade "but we won't be able ta' take it mon', fraggletooth be dead."

darkmoore's eyes opened wide.

"what?!" said darkmoore "what are you talking about!?"

"so me little hobit came up behind him and stabed him in the back of the throat." said boneblade "wit' tout' em' we ave' no contacts in sne, and the goblin cittie be gon' too. we dun' even ave' an army thar'."

"oh god..." said darkmoore "when blackscale finds out he-"

before darkmoore could finish his sentance, he was interupted.

"blackscale will what?" said a fimilar voice.

bonebalde turned his head back, and there he was, clad in back armor, with a red jewl where his left eye would be, with gray skin, it was highlord ronald blackscale, the tratior himself, standing behind the troll, his arms corssed behind his back.

"well?" said blackscale.

"sir!" said darkmoore as he stood up and saluted.

"the goblins are all dead, so is fraggletooth" said darkmoore, with a serious tone in his voice.

blackscale covered his mouth with his fist, bowed his head, cracked a full toothed smile, and luaghed a little.

"are you serious?" said blackscale as he removed his fist and rose his head, still smiling. "did you really think i would care about that?"

"the goblins and fraggle mean nothing to me, they are merely a means to an end, all i wanted was that man dead, i wanted to strike a blow to the dwarven kingdom, i have no intrest in taking that redneck hill town, or helping that pathedic clan take new territory, my only intrest is hurting the kingdom."

"but mah' lawd'." said boneblade as he turned towards blackscale. "what of the hobbit? rumors be passin' round that he be a new hera', gratta' than his fa' da'."

"none of our concen." said blackscale "i'll be going now."

blackscale snaped his fingers, and a wind blew into the room, cause dust to cover the entire room.

the dust faded, and just as blackscale said, he was gone.

"is it really not a big deal?" said boneblade,

"if highlord blackscale says its none of our concern, it isn't." said darkmoore.

meanwhile, deep within a large, black castle at the farest north of udyr isle, there is a room.

this room has a thorne up against the wall with a table, the table has a cyrstal ball on it.

the room is silent, most of it is too dark to see, but the light from the cyrstal makes the table and throne visable.

suddenly, the wind is heard blowing in, the window is open.

a faint black mist begins to poor out of the window, the wind begins to blow harder and the mist becomes thicker.

the mist completely covers the cyrstal ball, and its light.

the wind stops, and the mist slowly starts to fade, the light is once again visable, aswell as everything it reveals.

in the throne, a dwarf appears to be sitting the throne, but he is covered by the dark, his face cannot be seen, but he is wearing black armor and seems to have a gray beard.

he moves his hand onto the cyrstal ball and rubs it.

the dwarf moves his hand off the cyrstal ball

harald's face is seen on the cyrstal ball, his eyes are closed, he appears to be sleeping.

"hm hm, oh, harald." says the dwarf, it can be told that it is blackscale from his voice. "just like your father, always trying to be the hero."

"little do you know," said blackscale, "you're already a greater hero than your father ever was."

"lets see how far you go, little harald, lets see."

[end of interlude]


Posted by homor - May 9th, 2008


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this video is the perfect example of how stupid commenters on youtube can be.


Posted by homor - May 9th, 2008


hip hip
hip hip
hip hip
hip hip

When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

hip hip
hip hip

When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore

hip hip
hip hip
hip hip

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore

Hip Hip

(hip hip)
We'll never feel bad anymore
(hip hip)
no no
(hip hip)
We'll never feel bad anymore
(hip hip)
no no
(hip hip)
We'll never feel bad anymore
(hip hip)
(hip hip)
No No
(hip hip)
We'll never feel bad anymore

(hip hip)
No No

no no

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=2hyoszso 38E

Weezer - Island In The Sun: Spike Jonze