three months at work on a group revival and a project, just to have them drop and die from laziness?

GAY.

Yeah, sorry if you were designing me something like I had earlier asked, but it seems I get impatient very quickly.

I saw a particular render on PlanetRenders.Net, and instantly a brilliant idea formed in my mind. This is the product of said idea.

Also, you'll see I used the font "Trajan Pro". Lolwut.

Also, ooh, a random friend request! Who could it be this time? :3

This needs to be on FFR.

In other news, I, Crashfan3, officially have a new computer.

Do not watch this video if you suffer from epilepsy, or if you just can't handle the awesome hardstyle.

This was written for a 250-word challenge. Hope you enjoy it! =)

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A dimmed expanse of starlit sky casts pale rays of light across the night landscape. The pale moon casts a spotlight into the window of the small cottage by the shore, but the old fellow who dwells within it is not home. No, he stands out on the shore, facing the storm on the horizon.

“Ten miles it must be now. Soon my sins will be clean.”

A small boy runs away laughing. A horse wails a cry of pain. A man bursts out the front door to find his horse lying on the ground with a broken leg, and he curses at the sky. That night, the corpse of a young boy was buried.

“Five miles it must be now. O, violent storm, come and cleanse my tarnished soul.”

A young woman smiles as a man holds her in his arms. Softly, he kisses her for a moment that she dreamed would last until the end of time. Though it seemed to her family that he was the perfect man to bear her children, they were gravely mistaken. The body was hidden right beneath their sorrow-struck hearts.

A raging storm blocks out the starry sky and engulfs the landscape with spears of rain and thunder that echoes like the voice of an angered god. The old man stands alone, facing the storm on the horizon.

“O forces of the heavens! Accept my payment for my life’s dreadful sins!”

And all that remained was the sound of the howling wind…