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« Thread Started on Apr 27, 2008, 11:41am »

Skellteon Jack

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin Patch....
The ebonite Pumpkin King moved effortlessly throughout the retched excuse for a land. The trees looked like gnarled fists wrought with arthritis, shaking and cursing the god's for their misshapen forms. And he could almost hear the god's laughing at their cruel joke upon the trees. He knew how they felt, always being watched and tested by the god's, but just like the gnarled trees...he would prove them wrong. Sharp razors dug into mother earths skin, making her cring and bleed for him. Her soft skin fell in chunks as his thick trunks pulled the skelletal tissue forth across her soft and silken skin. Harks twisted to listen to the sounds of life. Their ebonite hue shining like a ravens sheen feathers in the midday sun. None. Very well. He would have to bring life here to this positively horid place. Ah, but it was only horrid to others, for none inhabitated it. No, to him it was paradise. Nares stretched over the cartilage to take in the scents around him. Ozone, grass, trees, water, sand, and dirt. Ah...like he thought. Paradise. A large multi terraform this land was...how positively blessed he was to trample on this path that lead him to this retched place. Silken maw raised towards the gods as they looked down upon their raven of chaos. How fortunate for him. Ah, but the god's always shone down fairly upon him. Thick trunks pulled the skelletal tissue forward again, searching...for what? Oracles the colour of the lunar moon cast this way and that, taking in the surrounds. It was highland terra, he could tell. Had been raised on highland ground. The rolling grassy hills and their disgustingly horid gnarled trees. The stone ruins that sat like fat little men around in precarious spots. The swamp holes that could swallow an equine whole if they were not careful. Ah and the mist that never seemed to go away. Perfect. The silken maw of the ebonite king rose to release a roar, shrill and piercing, waiting for what? A return? No..only the god's would inform their raven that he would have this land. Only they chose his destiny. And he of course would be the only one to chose. Smells wafted suddenly to the raven, the smells of bytches in heat. Oh so sweet. Of course he would have to wrangle some dark bytches into this black abyss called Naraku Neptune, the name he dubbed this place. Oh but he would have to wrangle nuetral bytches and light [only mild cursing]s as well. That...would be fun. To see their oracles raise in disgust, their maws snarl back upon the pearly white fangs in horror, their nares stretch in fear. Oh...he chuckled softly. Twould be a fun time after all here. He suspected that their were others close by. The land bordered his and another to his right. So...he was the monkey in the middle. That's fine. Didnt true kings stand within the middle, in front of their armies? Ah and this dear boy was a king. A true honest to goodness darkened king. His heart, if anyone perhaps should pull it out, would reek of darkness and death. Oh and it would shine the most beautiful colour of blue black. Its pulsating veins would course throught with ebonite blood as well...for he was rooted deeply into the dark ways. And all should know his name. For he was Skelleton Jack...and he might catch you in your back!
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King NOW!
Complete!

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