tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409853913118466632024-03-13T07:23:43.065-07:00SHAIDO175comics 'n' shitShaido175http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972997077571801467noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740985391311846663.post-24311544600419866262013-02-24T01:36:00.000-08:002013-02-24T01:36:08.434-08:00Stolen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a comic I made for the 2013 Newgrounds Comic Jam. The title was "Stolen" and we were given three days to come up with a comic; interpreting the title in any way we wanted.Shaido175http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972997077571801467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740985391311846663.post-85137615859498554332013-01-26T01:30:00.001-08:002013-01-26T01:30:10.357-08:00<br />
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<b>Welcome</b></div>
I'm gonna be using this blog to spew whatever creative thing that comes into my mind and I actually take time to jot down and materialize. I'm only going to be using this blog, hopefully, until my site is up so in the mean time, <b>click the links above</b>, explore and enjoy.<br />
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~ALsnowman or Shaido.... Whatever.</div>
Shaido175http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972997077571801467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740985391311846663.post-43032175476190920232013-01-26T01:22:00.000-08:002013-01-26T01:22:18.947-08:00Trip to the Sea<br />
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<b><u>Trip to the Sea<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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He looked out from the cliff edge. The waves down below
rattled against the cliff face. Zach, overcome with vertigo stepped back from
the daunting view. His heart was still pounding violently in his chest as his
jacket rustled feverishly to his heavy panting. He could not run back down.
This was the end of the line.</div>
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“Fuck!” he yelled at himself in frustration. He looked back
down the dusty trail he had just hiked up. Myriads of bramble, twigs, thistles
and leaves viciously engulfed the earthy path so that every blast of dust blown
up by the wind was like a desperate cry for help; but Zach had no time for
that.</div>
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He looked down at the sea again. The waves relentlessly
snapped at the jagged wall below, the water frothing like a deranged rabies
carrier. Nothing but complete and utter chaos reigned. Zach shuddered at the
sight and turned away. Suddenly he felt his heart jump up with a glimmer of
hope from what he had seen from the corner of his eye. Was his sick, tormenting
mind playing tricks on him again? He looked back at the spot. The vicious and
deadly cur had not ceased its attack down below. Zach squinted a bit harder and
there, in the centre of the furious watery tirade was a pool of calm, navy blue
water. An epiglottis tucked delicately away for the beast to unleash its
loudest bark.</div>
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Zach now had options. Originally, it had been: stay where he
is and die or jump off the cliff, hope he does not land on the jagged rocks,
plunge into the hell storm of waves which will rattle him against the cliff
before he can orient himself and <i>then</i>
die. </div>
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“<i>Now</i>,” he
reckoned, “there’s a ten percent chance I could land in that calm pool;
presuming there isn’t a bed of rock under ten inches of water right there.</div>
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“Yeah, I’m still gonna be fucked but at least I’ll have a
moment to figure out my next move.”</div>
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Zach paced up and down feverishly, the adrenaline and fear
in his body causing the tears on his face to zigzag down his cheeks. Suddenly,
he froze in place and listened. At first there was nothing. The wind whipped
through the weeds sending out a cloud of dust while the vegetation rustled
stubbornly without being displaced. The wind died down again and there was
silence…</div>
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“Yeah! Wait there’s a trail! Let’s go up here!”</div>
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The voices pierced the calm air and popped Zach’s bubble of
desperate hope.</div>
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“Shit!” Zach shouted as he grabbed his hair and began to
shake even more uncontrollably.</div>
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There was a faint crackle of branches being trodden on in
the distance. Zach began to pace up and down again; his heart beating so hard it
added an extra shake to his body’s shivers. The footsteps could now be heard
clearly as the voices, only a few metres away, grew louder. Zach began to feel
dizzy. His breathing now turned to short, loud, painful gasps as he began to
hyperventilate. All of a sudden, he felt something warm trickling down his
chin, then a dull pain from his mouth as he realized, in his grimaced
frustration, he had bitten cleanly through his bottom lip. </div>
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The adrenaline numbing the pain and his realisation of his
impending doom cemented, his fascination got the better of him. The quivering
in his hand ceased completely as he reached it up to his chin and spat out the
bloody chunk into his palm. Zach could now hear their voices bellowing just
from behind the miniature wall of weeds on the path in front of him, but he did
not care. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing this. How many people can
say they have seen their own bottom lip up close, un-stretched and not in the
mirror? He carefully wiped the blood off of the small piece of flesh with his
other hand and examined it. It was now a pale pink, ‘from all the blood
draining out of it,’ he figured. It was still warm and the softest thing he had
ever held in his life.</div>
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“Now step away from there and come over here. We’re gonna fix
you up nicely,” one of the ghouls commanded as he gestured, but once again in
vain as Zach did not understand a word of their babbling.</div>
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Zach looked up at the disturbing sight. Their pale,
disfigured faces gleamed dully in the sunlight. Their snake-like eyes watching
him intently. Their skeletal bodies ready to pounce at any moment. Zach
pocketed his lip, calmly turned to the cliff edge and jumped…</div>
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Zach opened his eyes to a blinding white fluorescent light.
He tried to move but his whole body was in searing pain and finally with some
effort he managed to look down at it. He was lying in a bed. Both of his legs
where in casts and angled up in the air from the pulley system they were rigged
up to. His left arm was also in a cast and he felt his heart pound almost out
of his chest then sink suddenly as he noticed that his entire right arm had
been reduced to nothing but a bandaged stub. He closed his eyes and looked back
up. A cold draft swept in through the window and for the first time in his life
he could feel it hitting against his bottom gums.</div>
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Zach could hear a stirring coming from the side of the room.
He looked to his left just as Dave was waking up from a bench against the wall.</div>
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“Daeh! What the h’uck hah’n’d?!”</div>
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“What happened?” Dave yawned while stretching his arms, “You
took too much, cut off your bottom lip and jumped off your apartment onto the
street is what happened.”</div>
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“Holy shit! Oh yeah! Shit! H’an, i’h you only knew what I
saw! Ha ha ha ha! I was tri’hing g’alls!”</div>
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<b><u>Belly Laugh</u></b></div>
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It was the afternoon of January 21<sup>st</sup>, 2013. Nate was still recuperating from his fourth unsuccessful attempt but by the third hour the throbbing from his asshole still had not ceased. Nate rolled over back onto his stomach hoping for a second of relief but in vain. He felt the pressure in his bowels build as his stomach began to once again boil in protest.</div>
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“Aargh!” he let out a long wail as he staggered groggily to his feet; immediately, the pain from both the front and back of his body lessened by a tenth. Nate let out another moan in frustration and just as he shuddered with rage he caught a glimpse of himself in his dresser mirror. A truly pitiful sight: his disheveled hair spiked up like a maniac’s in parts, flattened out like it was lifeless in others and the rest drooped down desperately trying to stab at his eyes like a sick torturer who still had not had his fill on his long deceased victim.</div>
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Nate swatted it away, weakly, so he could see more clearly then looked back at the abomination.</div>
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“His eyes were not bloodshot,” he thought to himself, “he did not know how someone came up with that term but if it was from something as disturbing as taking shots of blood like tequila then his eyes at that very moment would resemble the drunken vampire’s chunky vomit after downing the whole fucking bottle!”</div>
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Nate chortled at his dark reverie, the heavy bags under his eyes jingling at every exhalation. He then let out a long sigh, grabbed the pill bottle on the dresser and popped another aspirin; laughing while doing so as he knew the futility of his efforts. He let out a final sigh and so began the dance; his stomach his sadist of a partner.</div>
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Nate paced up and down, criss-crossing his littered mine-field of a room, with a thunderous rumble of grenades and mortar resonating out from his belly. An hour passed and as the gastric maestro reached the climax of his piece, Nate grimaced at the encore that would undoubtedly arise. He flung his arm perfectly to the swish of the conductor’s flick, grabbed his tissue roll, ran to the bathroom and shut the door as quick as a curtain drop.</div>
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Sweat poured down his already drenched face as he strained once again to no avail. Nate eased up again and caught his breath. He wiped the sweat off his face and gazed at his surroundings. Just four shiny porcelain walls; chipped and crusted with grime, mould and twenty-years worth of broke tenants making the mistake of moving into the cheapest thing they could find in the paper.</div>
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Nate looked down at his ghostly pale feet; both propped up precariously on his toes so that they quivered weakly in the fluorescent lighting. In between them, his boxers had them cuffed at the ankles in a rough embrace and under those, jutting out slightly as his last toilet roll; most of it already used, the rest of it waiting patiently for the next emergency.</div>
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That toilet roll was Nate’s only friend. He remembered when the problems all started. He had looked at his then plump final roll and decided at that very moment to name it, Lady. Lady had been the one pillar of support through all his hardship. She had always been at his side through thick and thin but ultimately Lady gave Nate reassurance. The demon had to inevitably leave his body because that was his last roll. That shit was definitely going to be over by the time Lady finally sung her swan song.</div>
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Nate unraveled the roll till it finished, then looked at it the tissue in his hand, sighed then smiled. There was only enough for one more wipe.</div>
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Nate removed his boxers completely, unshackling his feet. He spread his legs wide apart and propped his arms against the cold porcelain walls. He then braced himself and on a three count strained with all his might…</div>
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<b>In the memory of Nate Carnnes T. Pait<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>15 Sept. 1991 - 21 Jan. 2013</b></div>
Shaido175http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972997077571801467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740985391311846663.post-78107488437030402902013-01-21T19:17:00.001-08:002013-01-26T00:04:54.343-08:00The Different Lyrical Styles Of Rap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1st web comic of an upcoming series. I'm gonna be releasing as many web comics as possible on my blog till my websites finally up. Stay tunedShaido175http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972997077571801467noreply@blogger.com0