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Okay, I could not resist after England’s 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 win against Norway 🇳🇴 last night. This is hilarious and apparently put me in a jovial mood come our match against Argentina 🇦🇷 this Wednesday. 🤣

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Tried my hand at voicing Darth Vader. Hope you all enjoy! ☺️

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What would you do if he came a’knocking?

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Road Trip!!!

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Hello All,

Been a while, but recently been watching the show, “Hazbin Hotel”.

And after watching episode six, I have a theory as to what is going on. In respect to not spoil anything, I have added it in the read more section.

So with that said, “Let the show begin”:

So when Husker said, “Big talk for someone who is also on a leash” and near getting radio silenced, Alastor let out a clue with his rage: He only cares about himself.

So who, pray tell, has him on a leash?

Charlie? No. It’s evidently clear that he intends to use Charlie for his own ends. He acts as the gracious host and co-partner, but I think the reality is it is far more sinister.

From the pilot pitch, and the official show, it’s evidently clear that his vision deviates from Charlie’s hopes and intent. On the surface, he says it provides him entertainment, but in reality I think whoever comes in and fails the programme is a potential pawn he can possess or destroy in a shadowy game the audience has yet to be subject to.

Lucifer? It’s not Lucifer, clearly, as he shows little respect and sees himself above the bloody original fallen angel.

So this leads me to question: Who is it? And is that the reason Husker implied is why the radio demon went absent for seven years?

If the answer lies closer to home, meaning He’ll, I suspect that person is Charlie’s Mother, as she has been noticeably absent for the exact same time frame Alastor went absent.

If the answer is more sinister, and that Heaven doesn’t follow its own rules, could a sanctimonious angel claim ownership over a demon; more rather can a God do the same?

What do you think? The turntable is yours to discuss:

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Been a while since I submitted things here. Enjoy a little voice acting goodness with an old friend. :)

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I’m quite the character. :P

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Some things just write themselves.

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The Ultimate Ballad of William Taylor and Sarah Jane

As promised, here is the shanty of the ballad, sung by yours truly! I look forward to see what awesome renditions musicians on this site can pull off!

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Because I was asked, this is how you sing the chorus.

Ballad video coming soon.

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The Ballad of William Taylor and Sarah Jane

Compiled by:

Edward Hughes

I sing thee a song about two true lovers,

From South-amp-ton town they came,

The young lad’s name was William Taylor,

The young lass’s name be Sarah Jane.

William Taylor was a brisk young sailor,

Full of mirth~ and full of play~,

Till he did his mind dis-cover,

To a youth-ful Sarah Jane~.

On the docks did William court her,

Young Sarah Jane; a lady fair,

Bells were ringing: Sailors singing,

Off to church did they repair.

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Thirty guests were at the wedding,

Sarah dress’d in rich array~,

William’s heart did find another,

Fled did he; never show’d that day;

Sarah dress’d in man’s apparel,

Sailor’s clothing she put on,

Soon thereafter she did follow,

Only to find young William had gone;

Four and twenty British soldiers,

Met him on the King’s Highway,

There they captured William Taylor,

Pressed he was, and sent away;

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

She hopped onboard a ship to sail,

Went by the name of Richard Carr,

Her pretty little fingers; long and slender,

They were smeared with pitch an’ tar;

On the ship there was a battle,

She amongst the rest did fight,

Till a sword cut off a silver button,

Her chest was bare and snowy white;

Then the captain stepp’d up to her,

Said, “Young lass, what brought you here?”

“Sir, I’ve come to seek my true love,

whom I’ve lately loved so dear”;

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

The captain ask’d her for his name

An’ to him, well, she did say~

“Sir, I seek a man called William,

Left, he did, on our holy day;

Wherefore he did, I’d mind to know

Cruel he was and so severe,

Last I heard of my fair lover,

pressed he was by you last year”;

“If his name be William Taylor,”

Aye, to this, I know him well.”

Married he, to a rich young lassie,”

On the Isle of Man, they dwell.”

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

“If you rise up, in the mornin’,

Earlye at the break of day,

There you’ll find cruel William Taylor,

Walking with his lady gay”;

Sarah woke up, in the morning,

Walked along the silver strand,

There she spied young William Taylor,

With his lady jo hand in hand;

She procured a pair of pistols,

That she had at her command,

And she shot both William Taylor,

and the lady in his right hand.

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

When the captain came to know it,

Cheered for what Sarah’d done,

Making her his own lieutenant,

Aboard his ship, the Thunderbrun;

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

Follei-didel-dom daeraidae rai didlerol

Follei-didel-dom domme dae rai dae

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Some days be like: I WANNA RAGE!!!!

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I voice MITSUO YASUMURA in YAKUZA: LIKE A DRAGON, I absolutely adore the Yakuza games, so getting to be a part of this series was a dream come true

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I voice KING MISEDOR in DISGAEA 6: DEFIANCE OF DESTINY, coming out next summer 2021, this character was absurdly entertaining to play, can’t wait to level him up to 99,999,999

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Rich people showers

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reblogging for that gif

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i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself 

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Not gonna not reblog this….

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The drawings are a necessary addition. (Gargle shower and fireplace showers still best)

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*muffled screams*

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I had to

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I legit want to try ALL OF THESE.

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ITS THE SHOWER POST

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Rich Shower Meme 2: Stick Comix Boogaloo

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Here is my latest role, Gordon the Blue Engine in “Gordon Bombs the Junction”. Do not let the title deceive you, you are in for a wholesome story.

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The Last Words of Zanoh, Champion of the Goddess:

“Fate hath been unkind to thee, Chosen of the Goddess. Loyal to the one thou cherished dearly, only to find thyself laying upon the end of thy mortal coil. Thine eyes tell it so, thou art not long for this world,” said a voice from the shadows as the sound of hollow footsteps echo amongst the rain.

Zanoh wearily opened his eyes, his vision clouded and fading. He could barely make the apparition that approached from afar, but as the figure neared, his body tensed. Even though he lay dying, his spirit still held strong, defiant, and ever valiant.

When his mouth cleared the congealed blood that blocked his throat, he gave leave to speak freely. “You...I know your face,” he said weakly.

“As ought thou should, for thy journey hath been fraught with malice. Noble Zanoh, valiant warrior, thy deeds sing the odyssey of the Goddess and her misaligned quest to rid the worlds of mortal’s evils,” the apparition, a masked entity, spoke as it found itself mere feet away; looking down upon the mortally wounded champion.

Zanoh, struggling to look to the apparition, responded curtly, “Do not speak ill of my Goddess, monster. I won’t allow her name to be tainted by the likes of you; you, who hath been banished for your malcontent and being! The one called Kain, the cursed item of power, void incarnate.”

“Ah, ‘tis good fortune thou knoweth of what fate hath made my being. Surely, thou hath an inkling of why fate decreed us meet in such affair”, Kain responded, as if in jest to torment the dying champion.

“I know not why you live accursed creature, or what foul machinations you plot, but I swear upon my blade and to my last breath I will strike you down”, Zanoh said defiantly.

“Bold words, champion, one fitting if thou art able to wield thy blade. Nay, ‘tis plain that thou lack the means to bring sustenance to thy hollow of words to smite my being. Fate, cruel mistress she be, hath spun her yarns, one that led thy fading coil upon my steps. A parting gift to thee, Goddess’ cherished champion, thou shalt serve me, and be consumed as my vessel; thy service relinquished to the Void.”

Hearing this Zanoh’s eyes widened, “No...I will not abandon my faith and my love to the Goddess to the likes of you! I will not become your puppet and aid in the destruction of the one I love. I will not let you, monster! I-,” Zanoh coughed as more blood would block his throat, stirred by the taunts of Kain.

“Defiant to the end, a noble warrior indeed. Yet thy love hath blinded thee to what is and what shall be. Thou asketh me by what measure I still live. ‘Tis quite simply the self-same reason that married thy corpse upon this ground; the mercy of the Goddess and her pining to life’s endless cruelties. O’ Irony, twin sister of fate, that by the nature of the Goddess be her destruction and the boon to the Void. Noble Zanoh, verily thou shalt fade into oblivion, and become one with my being. The void shalt be forged, and woe befall thy lover for the fated reunion that shall be her end,” Kain proselytised as Zanoh could feel his life fading.

Zanoh tried to respond, but felt his body give way. His head lay upon the damp earth and looked up to the darkened heavens, as the sky shed her endless tears upon his body. He could feel the drops attempt to cleanse blood coated face, a small comfort of what awaited him. His eyes could not help but join the heaven’s choir in sharing tears of his own, “My Goddess...forgive me, I have thrice failed you; as a man, as a warrior, and as a lover. If fate decrees us to meet once more, I beseech you to free me from this monster and live, even if it costs me my own being.”

With the last ounce strength that he could muster, Zanoh turns his head slowly to Kain, and defiant to the end, declared upon his foe, “It is as you say...I am not long for this world, abomination. However, to my last, I spite thee. Your hollowed words have not shattered my faith and love to the one whom I hold dear. Though you will claim and defile my body to your twisted ends, you will never have the satisfaction or right to claim victory over my soul. To the end, I will die the man whom the mask of power consumed, and not the monster that you will make me become.”

Those last words were what escaped the once proud warrior, as all around him faded into black.