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Choices choices. Life's made up of them. Your hands are tied behind your back and you're standing on the edge of a cliff, heels hanging off, with a grenade in your mouth that has a string attached to the pin. The string goes left and right to either side of you. In your perifrial (spl?) vision, you can see both your children, which this string is attached to. They're slightly foreward, so if you step foreward, slack would let into the strings that're attached to you and the pins on their grenades, in their mouths, however you hear a muffled cry behind you. Oddly enough it sounds like your wife who's hanging out over the vast openess of a sheer drop off of this lovely cliff you're forced to stand on. You feel a string around your neck that you cannot see where it runs to. It's quiet a safe bet to say that it runs to a grenade in your wifes mouth and if you did step foreward you'd blow her to itty bitty bits and take a little bit of shrapnel yourself. Now, eventually your feet will get tired of hanging half on half off of a cliff and you'll fall foreward or backwards. Now, do you fall backwards, blowing yourself and your children away, but saving the love of your life because now you have no head to hold the string attached to the grenade in her mouth, or do you fall foreward, giving slack into the strings attached to your childrens grenades, but ending your life mates life and taking shrapnel yourself, possibly bleeding to death.
Well the votes are split between Aberrant Studios and Relic Studios at the moment man. And I'll let you know when we need to get started on the job ASAP
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The world falls into disillusion The only truth my own delusion Spiralling in empty decay What will it take to fade away?
Hey you, I figure that you won't get this for some time since you don't get on dA much anymore, I just thought that I would be the first to put this in here.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Sorry things have been a little crappy and lately. Well, I will just have to on you and just have to give ya a the next time I see you for your birthday . OH yeah can't forget this either .
hei
how are you?long time no see~
i just thought of you...XD hmm but you still don't have any new work...
hm...i'm looking forward for a lot of new work you know..*just kidding* don't you time for it or don't just no fun at making new work??
hm...it's the same with me ..at the moment...-.-"
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my art [link]
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Nobody move! I've dropped my brain at Facebook Myspace & Youtube
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
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Keep thy religion to thyself. -George Carlin
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
Sorry
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Nobody move! I've dropped my brain at Facebook Myspace & Youtube
how are you?long time no see~
i just thought of you...XD hmm but you still don't have any new work...
hm...i'm looking forward for a lot of new work you know..*just kidding* don't you time for it or don't just no fun at making new work??
hm...it's the same with me ..at the moment...-.-"
how ever byebye
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Take a look to my ARTWORK
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Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.
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