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Author Topic: The Story of Cupid: An Unraveling Tale  (Read 3120 times)
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« on: August 12, 2011, 03:38:27 AM »

Once there lived a man named Cupid. He lived in a time of conflict amongst fellow countrymen. He had the misfortune to live at the sight of many battles. He stayed with his loving wife and many faithful servants.



It wasn't so bad until his home was raided by the opposing countrymen. The group was composed of many Natives lead by White, evil men.



His servants were killed immediately. He had to watch as they killed his wife and burned down his home. They left him tied up to die of the elements or dehydration. He was found and rescued by the Natives. They taught him their ways in combat and helped him find the killers.



He ended up raiding the area and killing the men. He was caught by local officials. They imprisoned him but that didn't hold him.



His mind snapped from the loneliness and loss of his wife. He became a criminal and a terrorist.



He was known to attack trains and blow them up after.



Burn down homes after robbing them.



And he robbed women at knife point.



Soon enough his crimes cause people to chase him and attack to try and claim the bounty. He had made deals with shamans who were skilled at bringing the dead back to life. They promised him this before his death for a large fee of gems, jewelry, and money. He was finally chase to an unfinished bridge. He ended up falling to his death in a grueling sword fight.



Upon his death a shaman called out to his spirit in the town of York on the island of Shartak. He answered the call and was reborn on the island, the same evil man, to cause hell and chaos to the citizens of the island.
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« Reply #1 on: August 12, 2011, 04:15:55 AM »

You did a great job. I like it.
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« Reply #2 on: August 12, 2011, 04:18:07 AM »

...and all this time, Cold Seether has been massacring families. Damn.
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« Reply #3 on: August 12, 2011, 05:15:50 AM »

I just love those pictures so I wanted to give them a story. I plan to make more to his story soon. I just have to figure out how to put it all together. It will probably be about the blood feud between Cupid and Preacher. Speaking of which is there any Yorker out there who wishes to engage in a friendly IC blood feud?
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« Reply #4 on: August 12, 2011, 05:21:21 AM »

First you need to find a friendly yorkie.
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« Reply #5 on: August 12, 2011, 08:34:21 AM »



Theeeeeereee youuuuu goooooooo!





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I don't really like dogs...

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So since this looks like an image-based story and I don't want to get banned, you could use this friendly yorkie in your friendly feud!
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« Reply #6 on: August 12, 2011, 08:08:23 PM »

"I like blood!" Last Laugh interrupts, "But I don't think  have the attention span for a real good feud... and most of the time I forget who I'm supposed to be fighting. It's easier to either be friendly and kill no one, or just start tearing the flesh from their bones until they stop struggling, all of them, all the time! No one seems to find my sense of humor funny."

"Anyway, what's a little murder between friends?"
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« Reply #7 on: August 13, 2011, 12:46:27 AM »

Oh boy, this can be in for the comic...!
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« Reply #8 on: August 13, 2011, 05:40:19 PM »

So you are going to do one of your cool drawings for Cupid?
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« Reply #9 on: August 13, 2011, 06:28:40 PM »

Yes, I think I'll put him in my priorities.
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« Reply #10 on: August 14, 2011, 05:00:42 AM »

Where are those pictures from?

I could do a feud with Hiram Israel Oates, if you wouldn't mind fighting an Amish/Puritan fellow.
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