|My manifested thoughts.|
|These are my strongest, my best, my elite deviations.|
Hmm, ok quick bio! I grew up in New England. Kinda stumbled in school. Did some time in the US Army. Did my thing in Iraq. Now i walk a daze in life.|
Easily bored, easily amused. The paradox of the Black Rabbit.
Current Residence: Ma
Favourite genre of music: the fuckin complicated tree of rock
Favourite style of art: Dark,Tribal,Scratch,and whatever looks cool
Operating System: my thoughts....under construction
MP3 player of choice: winamp
Shell of choice: the one that has the ghost inside it
Wallpaper of choice: the cool ones
Skin of choice: the fleshy kind
Favourite cartoon character: Dib,Hobbes,Zap Brandegon,Snake eyes
Personal Quote: "Cuz the blood is in the mud, take the whack and attack em like a scud" -Public Enemy
| To help pay for Super Groups, competion prizes, and contest rewards, I'm hoping to get a little help for the the future. So I'll be taking point commissions. I know I'm not the best artist on Deviant Art, but, heh, I can hold my own at times. |
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Ragnarok vs FarustoDeep within the sailing deserts of the Sands of Power stood two warriors, both of considerable power. Both clenched their fists and stared intensely at one another. Farusto the draconian God of Warriors. Sheathed by his side was his stunningly powerful No-Dochi, a two-handed sword with a single frightening edge. Draped in samurai armor he stretched his massive scaled wings. With a toothy grin he called out to his opponent: Ragnarok.