Wulfzinger

[Barbarian] Fighter? [knocks] Doth thou wish to slay a dragon? Come on, let’s draw our blades! We never wrestle anymore You’re such a bore And you’re missing all these maids! We used to hunt for treasure But now we’re broke And our caster’s lost his mind! Doth thou wish to slay a dragon? It doesn’t have to be a dragon… [Fighter] It’s been 10 minutes! [Barbarian] Wizard’s here… [Wizard] Do you wanna burn a villiage? Or poke a Cyclops in the eye? I think you need to kill a few Let’s get some blood on you While all these peasants die! *maniacal laughter* Some of us started

TARDIS? [knocks] Do you wanna fight the Daleks? Come on, let's save the day! I never ride you anymore Open your door It's like you're Gallifrey! We used to get the ladies And now we don’t Because all you ever do is sigh! Do you wanna fight the Daleks? They don’t have to be the Daleks… *makes the whirring sound* Alright, fine... Do you wanna go find River? Or go meet up with the Ponds? I think the bad guys need a dampering I've started tampering With ionic bonds! (*Don’t actually have anything to fill this line >…>*) It must be getting lonely All your empty rooms And it’s boring to see the hours stret

Year 10.835       "Miss Alice, Miss Alice!" The young maid ran down the hall, a lamp's candle blowing out in her wake. Horses were heard outside, neighing as their riders shouted to each other. She turned the chilled brass knob of the door, turning around to close and lock it.       "Miss Alice! The Duke has sent his dogs after you. Even the captain is here!" The door was locked, the door was barricaded, and the door was still as she turned around again, looking upon the study. She called Alice's name again, but fell silent when she found the room empty. The window was open, a light breeze catching the curtain

What does American even mean anymore? We were raised with the notion that American meant Red, White, and Blue Peace, Liberty, and Justice for All One Nation, Under God, Indivisible The American Dream Manifest Destiny The American Way Support Our Troops But the country is Red with Blood White with fifty states of what the actual fuck and blue with rivers of cash going all the wrong ways. Peace can't be found in a single home. Liberty is a sick joke because it means Freedom within society And yet we all have our chains. Justice isn't even in our vocabulary because Police men can do their jobs while hospitalizing innocent men and women who's on

I get into this mood that's like smash gender roles smash stereotypes smash racial profiling smash inhumanity And I just get going and going and going and don't stop. Until things start breaking. Unfortunately, I'm not in the world so I can't break anything. I can just glare threateningly at a vase while everyone around me just looks at me uneasily, knowing that if I were to topple it over, no one could stop me.

I scream at all of you. And some of you are listening. And it's actually not screaming. It's just louder than you expected because it echoes more harshly than you wanted. But thank you. Because the rest of you don't. So you only hear screaming. And it's echoing still. But you can't hear it. And I scream louder. And you cover your ears harder. But eventually you'll put your hands down. And discover that my voice is soft. Thank my words for bleeding eardrums.

Absolutes are the fabric of a broken humanity you Can or you Can't you do or you don't you are or you Aren't there is no middle ground for the people who try to or might possibly or may not necessarily be There are two genders two directions two methods and often only one and if you tell me that it is in the nature of a boy (not a girl) to destroy (not create) to dominate (not submit) to be a man (not a human) I Will kill you because I Won't put up with your shit.

Character Concept: Name: ? Sex: Male Sexuality: Hetero- Height: ? Weight: ? Hair: Something dark, I think. Eyes: Green Background: Not sure about the earlier details because this character only exists because I wanted to genderbend the concept of a woman disguising herself as a man. So, in the end: Something happens that requires him to hide from whomever, but he can't leave the city, resulting in him disguising as a woman, as to avoid more encounters that could blow his cover. for a while, he makes regular visits to a brothel, where he's taught how to apply makeup in such a way that conceals his cheekbones/jaw structure, as well as some d

Hearts break Earths shake Men rake As autumn tears through the town. Children work Cats shirk Captains Kirk As spring rips through the city. Punks rock Athletes jock Factories stock As summer shreds through the country. Winter shrugs.

A thousand footprints across A thousand steps in a staircase       from A thousand trees that slept       beneath A thousands stars that winked       at A thousand dreams       They gave up their Child's play for A world of gray where       nothing Was ever there to stay. Twenty Mays passed       with Twenty-thousand sunrays that       watched as Apathy and fear       consumed Twenty-million dreams. Grey turned white       with Bits of red As there was       little To be said. Expensive cars Cheap bars Dim stars Exorcise the Ghosts in our Scars