yers i cant draw very well, but im here to support my friends who can with scripts and such
for those who want to know more about me its to much to write, but heres a link to my myspace, ive realised alot of SA users dont like myspace but its were all my info is soooo.... myspace.com/iansosa, enjoi!
Dark Legacy part 2: What a horrible night for a curseposted Dec 25th 2007, 12:48AM
Mood: Carefree
Music: between the buried and me
Dark Lecacy Volume 2: What a Horrible Night To Have A Curse...
What a wretched town, small and haunted... on the outskirts of a city known to most of the rest of the world as Hell.
Where grown men fear for their lives when the sun goes down, where shamebler dwell in dim moon light
Liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held, murderers, robbers, rappers, and theives,
loseened upon the streets, taking advantage of the weak.
their screams can be heard from my room at dawn,
their violent end becomes like a lalabye, their death rattle; a reassurance that im still alive...
To live another day in this curse... my plight left unnoticed by anyone...
How i wish it would end... i would be at the wrong place at exactly the right time...
But there was hope... hark...
An unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate
driven insane by the dark one to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks.
Hell hath driven everyone here mad with a lust for power, but only power was worth it if others would bow to you.
drug lords, pimps, mob bosses all vied for power, and innocence would be caught in between,
and the good would be turn to vengance only adding to the cycle of violence in this town...
The undead are among us at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
they dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck
They feast on the weak to make themselves stronger...
burdened with the constant of death and hate, no one loves, no one looks up towards the sun...
This curse follows me, till I fear to leave the confines of my mind, the comfort of my imagination...
till my curse turns me to twisted paranoia, my preception of reality is contorted... and I no longer fear what was once phobia...
I needed releif from my self...
To be continued....
couldnt find out how to post as art work so imma just put it here cuz im lasy... u guys like?
I wanna use yer title "Dark Legacy" Because i wanted to make a comic from this idea that popped into my head.
Okay so like.. here's how my idea went... it's a hundred years later. TLC is dead. No one is alive... sort of.. I'm wandering around alone. Cuz im a necromancer, and i was able to keep my spirit on earth 4100 years ago after death. -yeah that's my character. he's a ghost-
The main character is Crea, she is a little orphan girl, who gets picked on in an orphanage. then one day the bullies wanted to beat her up, i was there, i helped her. blah blah. She follows me and I became attached to her. As if she's my own daughter.
How did you guys die? Well... I'll let you know if you ever decide to work on this with me.
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