#danthecreeper

[penguinfloofspersonal]

ok my peeps, for the next few days, till friday, im gonna let everybody be askable. wonder by the white hybrid is such a power hungry d-bag? whats with the blood butcher? stuff like that, after this month, this will be a normal thing that will happen during the first weekend of each month, so ask away!

[penguinfloofspersonal]

THE LARGER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL

squidy(mod):sorry for not posting this yesterday, I totally didn't lose track of the time while playing fallout, really. anyway this part is gonna be from the point of view of Jon's son, vinny

Screaming, this is how vinny woke up most days, not to himself screaming, but of his father. He never knew why his father has these fits in his sleep, he always assumed that it was because his father had been through something terrible before he was born.since he was already awake, he decided to make breakfast. He knew that they didn't have much, so he decided to just make what they usually had for breakfast, some toast and eggs. He put on his clothing and headed out to gather the eggs from the chicken they keeped out back. He waved to his father as he headed off to the family farm, he decided to see what his friends were doing. Around noon his friends all decided to go home and eat, he knew that his father wouldn't be back by now, so he decided to make lunch for his father and bring it to him

Screaming. vinny dropped the sandwich, but it was not him screaming, but everyone else. He ran to the door and looked out upon a real life nightmare, skeleton and zombie soldiers were marching through the street, and as they went they killed those in the way of the new sea of iron armour spilling over the newly red painted streets. He had no idea what was going on, he had never witnessed a invasion. Survival was all that was going through his head, he bust through the back door, hoping to get away from the soldier, but as soon as he went out, he was grabbed on both sides by boney fingers cutting into his skin, they dragged him to the center of the village before a man wearing a quite expensive pitch black suit, the collar and ends of the sleeves were lined with gold, and the buttons were jewel encrusted. The man looked down at vinny as fear consumed his little body, A hybrid with pitch white skin, with an army of two kingdoms, looked down at him. He felt that the man's eyes were piercing what ever soul he had.

Screaming. This day was full of screaming, now it was a scream of anger. the old god had been awoken. the hybrid looked towards the mountain that loomed over the village, as it burst open and a piercing red beam shot into the sky. Argon, the old god of war felt the energy that loomed around the hybrid, a new challenge. instantly, a large man wearing a flowing crimson cape appeared, he walked towards the hybrid, with the intention of killing him written over his face, and then stopped. vinny had no idea what was happening, he had no idea what was happening sense noon, but this was truly frightening.

Screaming. the greatest show of both fear and pain. this time it was vinny, and the old god, and anybody else who was witnessing what was happening. as soon as Argon had walked in front of the man, the hybrid put hid hand up and grabbed the old gods arm, this had Argon confused, but a moment later pain filled the old god, as the hybrid held onto his arm, the arm started decomposing. Argon tried to remove the mans hand, but as he touched the mans hand his own hand started withering away. vinny couldn't take the sight, watching a man's limbs wither and decompose, he collapsed under the fear and disgust. 

He never woke up.

squidy(mod): I feel that I could have done much better with this apart, I wanted argon to show up but wasn't sure how to add him, besides that, I loved typing this, so much potential with these guys who have so much to still be reviewed.

[penguinfloofspersonal]

This is Markus EarHert, also known as the Blood Butcher

He is the leader of the WHITE SKINNED HYBRID'S(I like putting his name in bold!) Army, before the fall though, was mostly known as a rampaging mass murder who took enjoyment in single handedly destroying villages, both inhabited by humans, and villagers

[penguinfloofspersonal]

THE LARGER THEY ARE, THE HARDER THEY FALL

This short story is about a remnant farmer living in the village of escabe, the first territory to fall to the white skinned hybrid.

It started a normal day, the sun was shining its golden beams upon the fields, the animals were waking up and making their respective sounds, and all the inhabitants of the village were blissfully unaware of their coming death. Jonathan Edwards woke up, he was drenched in sweat, he couldn't remember the dream that caused this, but he had a field to tend to, so he ignored what ever the night gave. The covers were already off him and on the floor, he made a mental note to wash them later, and he proceeded to get ready.

His son had already woken up and made breakfast, scrambled eggs and toasted bread, with the money he got from farming, he was thankful to be able to eat this on a daily basis. the eggs were watery and the taste wasn't any better, and the bread was burned, but he enjoyed this. He grabbed his jacket and hoe and open the door to the village that he was doomed to stay in. Jon walked the path through the forest border to his family field, he father always complained about his grandfathers decision to buy a field plot in the middle of a forest, but it was nice, he had walked this path a million times, yet it was always lovely. It was around fall, so the leaves were changing into their golden yellows and crisp browns, rabbits were hoping though the piles that had formed, everything was peaceful.

It was around noon when he started hearing the noised, the clinking of armor. He knew the noise well, soldiers usually headed through the town to the border, but they never headed through the forest, why were they here? Jonathan looked up and around, but saw nothing. The noises were still going on, yet there were no troops traversing the road. He looked down at his feet and listened closer, and heard what he had missed, the scrapping of bones, and the mones of the undead. shock overwhelmed his mind, was this an invasion? why were there sounds of soldiers of the other kingdoms? His mind was too focused on the questions that he hadn't heard the sounds of twigs and leaves being crushed under the feet of someone on the road. A twig snapped close to him and he shot his head up, just in time to see his doom.

A white skinned hybrid wearing a black suit with gold trimming walked up to him and spoke as he grabbed Jon's arm "sorry bout this, its just business"

SQUIDY(mod):And thats jonathans end, this story will probably be continued from someone elses point (maybe his son?) Which will explain why mr. white hybrids touch can kill, if you got any questions, al answer them, the next part will be posted next friday, maybe later.

[penguinfloofspersonal]

So after drawing those, im a mix of bored and hungry for more stuff to draw, while I do have a few projects im doing, I would prefer to have a bit more general practice before really doing anything major, so if you peeps want to, you can suggest things for me to draw, either asks, or just general situations, any are ok, other wise im just gonna draw more random stuff!

(also if you suggest things, you would both get your suggestions and random stuff)

[garth-art]

[[Crack baby update! This is Garth x Dan from danthecreeper! I am somewhat surprised at how long this took me, i was very distracted today, sorry!]]

[in-the-mines-of-veingadd]

[Stop remembering. Stop trying. You’re just harming yourself. Please stop.]

[in-the-mines-of-veingadd]

[Remembering will break you.]