“We all know about those days when criminals break lose at the most unexpected times. We all know about those crazy, insane, sometimes even psychotic people, that have the tendency to kill off many innocent beings for no apparent reason. But this woman…is no different.”
“She started off her childhood at a rough pace. She was a murderous demon, trapped in the soul of an innocent woman of age nineteen. Many spirits beyond the grave never understood the reason why they were killed off. She caused others to commit suicide, hoặc die of a broken heart.”
“She was known as the ‘Undead Fugitive’. The reason? She was never killed off bởi any sort of policemen. She stayed alive, thanks to a special charm that stood on her hat. Nobody knew of it’s presence, hoặc it’s Supernatural ability. Only the feline herself had.”
“Her name… was Estelle Potter.”
I awoke from my slumber, dreaming of the most devious things--the lovely shrieks of many citizens, the gushing blood staining their body, the carpets, the walls, and the most important; I dreamt of vengeance. Vengeance on all those slime-bags that treated my family like a piece of dirt. They deserved it--but my family never even mattered to me, anyway.
I got up and looked out the window--the sky was still the mysterious color of indigo. Many windows from numerous skyscrapers glowed of genuine light--others drained bởi darkness.
“Enjoy your restless sleep, bạn disgusting, filthy creatures,” I murmured to myself, smirking. “You’ll be sleeping for an eternity on the following day.” I closed the blinds and walked away. I tried to wear off all the dreadful flashbacks of killing off my own family:
My self-centered father, who really didn’t care about anybody, especially his wife hoặc children, but his narcissistic self.
My brain-dead mother, who was always confused and moronic about many different things.
My backstabbing brother, who would con chuột on me for anything I did, without promises.
The only person I cared for in my family, was my sister, Kalla. She was as sweet as the many grains of sugar--as humorous as a comedian on stage, but most of all--as caring, as a true family would be. But of course she’s dead. My idiotic brother and his little group of assassins killed her off. She’s gone forever. Now my world is completely dark. Shooting Zak was the best thing I ever did--no regrets, of course.
The only thing that I still have in my life, undamaged, is my precious sword. Made of pure glass, but can make a pretty deep blow. The glorious weapon is bordered bởi the smallest pieces of diamonds, tribal markings engraved in the center. It’s the only item I still hold in my grasp. Stains of blood always covered it, but with a simple wipe, it is as clean as a whistle.
I walked out of the door of my very own bedroom, into the hallway. I pressed a switch, and a glowing light flickered for a few minutes. I thought about the tiếp theo victim I could get my sinister little hands on; I started thinking with my eyes closed, and then had them snap right open--I could go ahead and kill that idiotic dirt bag, Ferricus--Ferricus Von Cleave. That obnoxious, snobby little leech. He made my entire family’s blood boil. He always made fun of us back then, when we haven’t a cent to spend. I still remembered his little smart-alec quote as he put his fingers through a wad of cash:
“You might as well drop dead than be as rich as me--You’ll never earn a single cent, no, not even a dollar.”
And with a smirk, he’d walk away, waving that bunch of cash. This angered Kalla. She forced herself to get a job to give all of us money, even at a young age.
Ferricus is now bankrupt. He is living on the lonely streets, wearing nothing but some ripped clothing, living in an open box. He had a negative reputation around the city, so nobody dared to give him any food, cash, hoặc even shelter. It seems that Karma finally got to him.
I picked up a soaking rag and wiped the blade of my lovely sword, then walked out the door, preparing to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“She started off her childhood at a rough pace. She was a murderous demon, trapped in the soul of an innocent woman of age nineteen. Many spirits beyond the grave never understood the reason why they were killed off. She caused others to commit suicide, hoặc die of a broken heart.”
“She was known as the ‘Undead Fugitive’. The reason? She was never killed off bởi any sort of policemen. She stayed alive, thanks to a special charm that stood on her hat. Nobody knew of it’s presence, hoặc it’s Supernatural ability. Only the feline herself had.”
“Her name… was Estelle Potter.”
I awoke from my slumber, dreaming of the most devious things--the lovely shrieks of many citizens, the gushing blood staining their body, the carpets, the walls, and the most important; I dreamt of vengeance. Vengeance on all those slime-bags that treated my family like a piece of dirt. They deserved it--but my family never even mattered to me, anyway.
I got up and looked out the window--the sky was still the mysterious color of indigo. Many windows from numerous skyscrapers glowed of genuine light--others drained bởi darkness.
“Enjoy your restless sleep, bạn disgusting, filthy creatures,” I murmured to myself, smirking. “You’ll be sleeping for an eternity on the following day.” I closed the blinds and walked away. I tried to wear off all the dreadful flashbacks of killing off my own family:
My self-centered father, who really didn’t care about anybody, especially his wife hoặc children, but his narcissistic self.
My brain-dead mother, who was always confused and moronic about many different things.
My backstabbing brother, who would con chuột on me for anything I did, without promises.
The only person I cared for in my family, was my sister, Kalla. She was as sweet as the many grains of sugar--as humorous as a comedian on stage, but most of all--as caring, as a true family would be. But of course she’s dead. My idiotic brother and his little group of assassins killed her off. She’s gone forever. Now my world is completely dark. Shooting Zak was the best thing I ever did--no regrets, of course.
The only thing that I still have in my life, undamaged, is my precious sword. Made of pure glass, but can make a pretty deep blow. The glorious weapon is bordered bởi the smallest pieces of diamonds, tribal markings engraved in the center. It’s the only item I still hold in my grasp. Stains of blood always covered it, but with a simple wipe, it is as clean as a whistle.
I walked out of the door of my very own bedroom, into the hallway. I pressed a switch, and a glowing light flickered for a few minutes. I thought about the tiếp theo victim I could get my sinister little hands on; I started thinking with my eyes closed, and then had them snap right open--I could go ahead and kill that idiotic dirt bag, Ferricus--Ferricus Von Cleave. That obnoxious, snobby little leech. He made my entire family’s blood boil. He always made fun of us back then, when we haven’t a cent to spend. I still remembered his little smart-alec quote as he put his fingers through a wad of cash:
“You might as well drop dead than be as rich as me--You’ll never earn a single cent, no, not even a dollar.”
And with a smirk, he’d walk away, waving that bunch of cash. This angered Kalla. She forced herself to get a job to give all of us money, even at a young age.
Ferricus is now bankrupt. He is living on the lonely streets, wearing nothing but some ripped clothing, living in an open box. He had a negative reputation around the city, so nobody dared to give him any food, cash, hoặc even shelter. It seems that Karma finally got to him.
I picked up a soaking rag and wiped the blade of my lovely sword, then walked out the door, preparing to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Hey-hey guys, It is I: Matthew Allen Phillips, but please call me Matt and I am introducing the official channel for this club:
link
Now bạn may be asking...
-Q: What is the point and/or goal of this channel?
-A: To give some những người hâm mộ a easier way to đăng tải and to hopefully make the club a bit thêm popular.
-Q: Who is going to run the channel?
-A:I figure we could do a "Admin system", Some users on this club who can be trusted will be được trao the mật khẩu to the account.
-Q: What will be uploaded?
-A: video revolving around sonic người hâm mộ characters, of course.
-Q: Can this channel be used to bình luận on other videos?
-A: I feel it's professional to only bình luận on the video that are uploaded to this channel.
-Q: Can it be used to subscribe?
-A: I already subscribe the channel to so folks who have affiliation with this club and sonic stuff all around.
link
Now bạn may be asking...
-Q: What is the point and/or goal of this channel?
-A: To give some những người hâm mộ a easier way to đăng tải and to hopefully make the club a bit thêm popular.
-Q: Who is going to run the channel?
-A:I figure we could do a "Admin system", Some users on this club who can be trusted will be được trao the mật khẩu to the account.
-Q: What will be uploaded?
-A: video revolving around sonic người hâm mộ characters, of course.
-Q: Can this channel be used to bình luận on other videos?
-A: I feel it's professional to only bình luận on the video that are uploaded to this channel.
-Q: Can it be used to subscribe?
-A: I already subscribe the channel to so folks who have affiliation with this club and sonic stuff all around.
This is basically just a danh sách of all of the Acid-Monsters in existence as of this very moment. I have this here just in case my computer crashes. (I'm super paranoid about that.) And before bạn say something like "This isn't part of this fanbase!" Yes it is, and if bạn do say that, bạn weren't around when Yxari Sadaris first came out as a character. Acid-Monsters originated as a Mobian species.
So, as of today:
Full-Bloods--
Paris Blake
Almodea Blake
Albus Anguis (Owned bởi TheTacoMan)
Jakob Enu
Milo Smalls
Melik (owned bởi TakTheFox)
Ryker (owned bởi MephilesTheDark)
Yxari Sadaris
Yukari Nale
Ana-Luisa Oliviera
(Ana-Lysa and Sayofrick-- deceased.)
[You can only make a full-blood if I like bạn and bạn get my approval.]
Half-Bloods--
cáo, fox (soon to be a full-blood)
Nazareth Runner
Rynk (Owned bởi TakTheFox)
[Room for discussion as to making a half-blood...]
So, as of today:
Full-Bloods--
Paris Blake
Almodea Blake
Albus Anguis (Owned bởi TheTacoMan)
Jakob Enu
Milo Smalls
Melik (owned bởi TakTheFox)
Ryker (owned bởi MephilesTheDark)
Yxari Sadaris
Yukari Nale
Ana-Luisa Oliviera
(Ana-Lysa and Sayofrick-- deceased.)
[You can only make a full-blood if I like bạn and bạn get my approval.]
Half-Bloods--
cáo, fox (soon to be a full-blood)
Nazareth Runner
Rynk (Owned bởi TakTheFox)
[Room for discussion as to making a half-blood...]
Hi. I'm Shade2145. It appears a load of bạn are Mary-sues. I am here to help. Unlike someother FC guides. I give Lời khuyên in the best (and shortest) way possible.I don't try and offend you,this is just here to help.
So here we go!
Chapter One
Mary Sueing is when bạn bassically God Mod.
Don't know what God Modding is? It's when your Invincible,not being able to die. Thats wat Mary sueing is. Let's take an example from a RP.
N00b133!!!: I shoot bạn then telport bạn inside then kill you!! N00B! N00B pro!!!!
Mephilesthedark: Mary suer
N00B133!!!: LOLOLOLOLOLN00B bạn JUST MADE UP AN WORD
See what i mean? This will turn into something like this
N00B133!!!: I kill u
N00B134: Oh no bạn never.
Now. This is the terrible thing of Mary sueing. If we hiển thị ourselves to weak and don't stop Marysueing,this Commuity of 2,257. Will disapearr and be absorbed into MarySuering.
Do bạn want that? No.
Chapter 2.
Never Mary sue.
That is all.
So here we go!
Chapter One
Mary Sueing is when bạn bassically God Mod.
Don't know what God Modding is? It's when your Invincible,not being able to die. Thats wat Mary sueing is. Let's take an example from a RP.
N00b133!!!: I shoot bạn then telport bạn inside then kill you!! N00B! N00B pro!!!!
Mephilesthedark: Mary suer
N00B133!!!: LOLOLOLOLOLN00B bạn JUST MADE UP AN WORD
See what i mean? This will turn into something like this
N00B133!!!: I kill u
N00B134: Oh no bạn never.
Now. This is the terrible thing of Mary sueing. If we hiển thị ourselves to weak and don't stop Marysueing,this Commuity of 2,257. Will disapearr and be absorbed into MarySuering.
Do bạn want that? No.
Chapter 2.
Never Mary sue.
That is all.
Lukky, She was kind,smart,energetic and mature for her age.
"The key isn't working to my apartment..." She đã đưa ý kiến softly. She went downstairs to get the key checked out. They đã đưa ý kiến "It's covered in Rain, You'll have to copy another key" Lukky went outside to go to a Key Copy Machine. She put it in. "I do not see why it's not working..." Then suddenly, Someone got her from behind. She started crying. She didn't know what she did wrong.
"WHAT,WHAT HAVE A DONE TO DESERVE THIS! Then she escaped. She didn't know what happened. She didn't loose anything. She ran away. She didn't know where she was hoặc were she went.She began to walk, Therefore cry at the same time. Rain began to fall. "Fuck, I have to get trang chủ ASAP."
"The key isn't working to my apartment..." She đã đưa ý kiến softly. She went downstairs to get the key checked out. They đã đưa ý kiến "It's covered in Rain, You'll have to copy another key" Lukky went outside to go to a Key Copy Machine. She put it in. "I do not see why it's not working..." Then suddenly, Someone got her from behind. She started crying. She didn't know what she did wrong.
"WHAT,WHAT HAVE A DONE TO DESERVE THIS! Then she escaped. She didn't know what happened. She didn't loose anything. She ran away. She didn't know where she was hoặc were she went.She began to walk, Therefore cry at the same time. Rain began to fall. "Fuck, I have to get trang chủ ASAP."