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Sik Simon

Introduction

If you guys don't know me my name is Mark Boyle, yes that's an irish name. I want to dedicate this story to my crimsonyte, quite possibly the greatest, most intelligent person in the world. Whether you know her as crimsonyte, or as tara-sama, or as pookie-chan, if you know her you know the love that she radiates with everyone she comes in contact. I hogged alot of her love for awhile, in fact she's the reason I'm alive here talking to you now. I couldn't tell her face to face but the love and time she spent talking with me kept me from swallowing a couple bottles of aspirin, I pray for this woman and I don't even know her besides the talks we had. I tell you what tara-sama, this one is for you and only you. You are my fucking friend when I need one. You are the reason I still exist. Love like that doesn't come strolling down your dead end street every night you know?
And to anyone who didn't know, I'm a freaking psychopath, but I believe in good things, and that's the reason i'm here, screaming this art into you,
I will turn you into my art, you will become my muses because I encourage you to talk to me while I write. This is the story that originates in darkforum, this is the one i'm going to finish, and this is the one that Tara Nicole Ramsey will not forget too soon.
Today is my first day out of a mexican mental health facility, because of my past they made me go through a detox *really weird ass place center so I could the benzodiazepenes out of my system, but now I'm free all I have is this crappy job on the farm handling the hay and my crappy ass dell laptop. Mexico is nice, I'm going to have fun writing here. Right now I'm listening to Tonic "If you could only see". You know. "You gotta take a little dirt to get what you love, I used to think I knew what love was, till I met this aquarius girl, I knew I had to share her with the world but I loved her so much, but like the song says "If you could only see the way she loves me you would understand." And now that I've seen the love she's given to me I understand, and I want to be like her, I want to love human beings like she does, with tolerance, patience, and sacrifice.
Us Aquarius have alot of love, we keep it bottled up but if you get in a nice orderly line we will feed you the love you need to survive, don't let go of a loved one, hold onto that love forever, because that love is the spiritual energy that may or may not bind us together forever. Tara I know your out there somewhere spreading that good humane energy and that's what keeps me going, that's what keeps me working when I'm stacking the bales of hay, that's what keeps me up this late writing about astrology and love. Aqaurius has so much power now that our era has began, and we must show the world how to love instead of hate and kill. Because that's what's best for humanity.

Sik Simon · 07-11-07

"Run desire run."
-Apc

Sik Simon · 07-12-07

Kevin was a hunter by his own nature. He had no plans for the future, nor for the past. He created his own reality, and every day in his forest between Duradan and Palmisva revolved around his way of life, which happenened to be the way of the warrior. Like in any decent story, there was a woman involved. Her hair was blond and extremely curly, as if her father, King Mikas, had bore her from a sheep or something of that curly-haired nature. Her eyes were a fiery red, and her face was stern and assertive. Around Duradan she was known as the Onoculent, for her bloodline was royalty, and female royalty were expected to become the most powerful clerics that could exist, therefore she prayed for 15 years, she prayed for clerical powers, she prayed for divine protection, she made a vow of sealing evil in exchange for divinity. She recieved her divinity just as her mother had 15 years before her. She has the blood of the most powerful priest or priestess running through her veins, she is like a disease, an incurable anomoly that cannot be cured or changed. Lucy was a breathtaking priestess, and an even more intoxicating princess.
Kevin first saw her in the forest, his ranger stealth allowed him to creep up on her without making her aware he was there. He watched as she changed stones into magical items and stuck them into her purse, she was indeed as powerful as the legends had claimed. Kevin did not make his prescence known, not because he feared the spears of the king's guard, but because he feared the Princess known as Lucy. He was not sure if he'd ever make himself present to her, but one thing that he knew was that when he was around her, the trees seemed to glimmer with a special luminescence, and the animals seemed to flock to the place where they were, every bit of his soul seemed alive and yearning for her. She was the princess he would save some day, he had just layed his eyes on her a little bit earlier than nature intended, thanks to the ranger training Kevin had recieved from the notorious theif Mar'baddon.
Kevin was a skilled fellow you see, he spent his life like it was a journey to his inner strength and his abilities, everything he did had to do with the way he was, the way he walked was different from the way you or I walk. The way he ducked and jumped with the shadows was almost unreal, he could conceal himself in the middle of the day, in an open field just as long as there were shadows to hide in.

Sik Simon · 07-12-07

because of copyright issues I wont be able to show you it all right away, but I will eventually keyboard the entire story onto darkforum.

Sik Simon · 07-12-07

The old man lingered around the deserted campsite, catching scents of the human Mar'baddon and the halfling Johan, both well known theives in these forsaken parts. Blood poured out of the old man's unoccupied eye sockets and spilled everywhere he dragged his deteriorated body, and where his hands should have been huge talons shot out maybe eight nine inches long. His face was disgustingly mattered with blood, dirt, worms, and other parasites. This abomination to God dragged himself through the forest, seeking only flesh in which to consume, and blood which to drink.
A nearby fox darted at the sight of the huge and ghoulish zombie, but as soon as the old man spotted the fox, the demonic emblem on his back burned bright orange and he was thrust through the forest by some unreal power, sending trees down like toothpicks and resounding the loudest sound the animals of the forest had ever discerned. The fox was his, and he ate it by simply swallowing it, for he had no teeth in which to chew.
The fox had barely satisfied his hunger, and he began steadfast on the trail of the two theives. He growled and laughed maniacally at the thought of the sweet morsels that would soon be his, he laughed and laughed as the strange and archaic symbol propelled him through the forest like some kind of human tank.

Sik Simon · 07-12-07

There were 4 lurks that lived in the town of duradan that were sent to uncover the mystery behind the mutalistic murders and cannabalism in the city and it's surrounding habitats. If you didn't know, a lurk is a psionic, a lightly armoured warrior capable of reading an enemies weakness, therefore a very resourseful assassin. The four lurks were known as May, Charlis, Samuel, and Corrina. They set out on their adventure into the forest with 3 days supply of food and water, and the appropriate sleeping materials. Each of the warriors was equipped with but not limited to a scmitar and a vest made of tightly interwoven leather strands, a vest known as a courd.
One day in they caught the unmistakable trail of blood leading toward the town of palmisva, so they followed it, and on their trek they found the skeletons of forest creatures and humans alike sucked dry, like how the corpse would look after a pride of bloodthirsty cats had their fill on a helpless zebra. Each one of the psionics began to regret undertaking this mission, that was except for May Rivenword. May was tall for a female, six feet even to be exact. She wore a magical bracelet around her left wrist and a red ribbon around her right. The red ribbon was a symbol, representing the blood that was spilled when this crazed murderer came to her town and killed her entire family with no thought or ponder at all. May Rivenword would return to Duradan with the old man's head, regardless of whether her companions travelled on with her or not. She would hold it high above the walls of Duradan, she would march around the city with his head on the end of her sword and she would laugh just as he did when he slaughtered her family.

Sik Simon · 07-13-07

Mar'baddon and Johan reached the town of Palmisva at dusk and were very pleased to see a nobleman wandering around the courtyard of castle Draich, the home of King Draich IV, ruler of the estate and the town. They assumed their usual positions, Johan would occupy the nobleman's attention while Mar'baddon sneaked up and snatched his purse. Johan approached the staunch son of fortune with a sense of pride and urgency, he told him that he was looking for a great quest and that he was a member of an elite team of shadow warriors. The nobleman was inquiring as to why the young theif did not weild a sword at this present time while Mar'baddon was putting the purse into his own much larger purse.
Satisfied, Johan shoved the man into the garden fountain and joined his comrade in a sprint back into the forest, but what they saw lurching out of the woods made them stop cold in their tracks. An old bleeding man, seemingly propelled by some ancient magic was headed right towards them, looking as hungry as a bear coming out of hibernation. They began running back toward the courtyard and noticed that a few knights from the castle were already beginning to pursue them, but they did not mind at all, for a few weeks in a Palmisvan dungeon seemed like heaven compared to the wraith hot on their trail.
Now the knights had seen the old man, they let the theives run right past them as they braced for combat. They yelled something about knight assemblance and charged right into their own deaths. The old man cackled as he ripped apart their metal plated armors and took sword hits to his cranium. The knights shrieked in horror as the sword wounds quickly regenerated, and they shrieked even louder when they saw their vital organs spilled across the ground below them.

Sik Simon · 07-14-07

Mar'baddon was fearless, in his hand was a powerful sling that might damage the old man's body for a second so his comrade could disappear, he shot a magical stone into the old man's left eye and stopped the bleeding. Many knew that Mar'baddon was quite possibly the best marksman in the land.
The old man seethed that someone had stopped the flow of blood from his eyes, he writhed and tore the stone from the socket. Then he turned around and went back into the forest. It seemed that the old man had met his match. A mage that went by the name of Warlo had been observing from a nearby tree, by and by he was a pleasant person, but no way was he going to risk his life for those stupid theives and guardsmen.
Warlo jumped down and called to Mar'baddon. They remembered each other from an adventure they had undertaken when they we're younger. Warlo, Mar'baddon, the wizard Alexa, and the high priestess Marianna, and seventeen other men were sent to expose the Orcish horde lying in wait to attack the humans that followed King Draich III. They fought, in other words, they faced a massive battle with only a small group of skilled warriors. Mar'baddon was the scout, he scouted the orcs day and night, and Warlo was the empowerer, he made sure the high priestess Marianna and the Wizard Alexa were always in a state of power. Warlo cast various spells that made their magical powers stronger, faster, and more powerful against orcish flesh.
When the day came that they had to fight, Mar'baddon protected Warlo with his agility, and warlo destroyed orcs with poison and fire. Alexa and Marianna sat a few feet behind in the mud, the priestess casting healing waves on the two brave men, and the wizard summoning a blizzard that made the orcs slow and weak. In the end 80 orcs had died, 300 or more had ran, 13 of the kings men lay wounded and eventually died. Mar'baddon and warlo should have become higher in rank after that battle, but they chose to remain rogue-like, taking in information as if they were mere peasants. Mar'baddon should have become a ranger, but he remained a thief because he chose to master the skills of a thief. Warlo Should have became a wizard, but instead he remained a mage, why he did that I do not know for his poison arrow was as strong as any wizard's.

Sik Simon · 07-14-07

The Onoculent wrote her feelings on a page:

Cost of fortune made me realize
Time, a path unpassible
I must put myself on altar
Angel words will leave me breathless

Despair has broken wings I've grown
And age has made my world distant
Waves that break upon the seashore
Call to me, they beckon me

Sik Simon · 07-19-07

No one seems to like this story either so I'm done with it. I think i'm done with writing.

Dark Magery · 07-20-07

Greetings Sik Simon.

I read the first thing you posted on the top about the love story. And the Aqauries signs and love. I really like your style of writing. It's very unique and passionate.

I will read the rest later. All all these posts part of the 1st story?

Don't ever give up writing.

I thought you said this was the story that originated on DarkForum? And what this was the one you were going to Finish. You should finish the story for sure.

Sik Simon · 07-22-07

I geuss I let my emotions get in my way of my writing too much, I won't even write when I'm emotional, and i've been feeling emotional alot lately so I just kind of havn't been here much to continue, but I will come back to this, as long as one person can understand what I write then it is worth doing I reckon. be back soon, Sik Simon