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ok, here we have Sarah Palin in a bikini.I hope she, I mean, McCain wins. I know that 90% of the devaints on her are full blown zombie liberal just doing the usual anti-conservative whatever and I'm sure they are portraying her as a skank or something. Just something different. I can't believe that people were thinking McCain would choose Liberman as his running mate.
Did everyone forget Liberman tried to censor videogames? I guess so.
Anyways, I like Palin, she can skin a moose after she shot it. I'm sure I'll get flamed and stuff by some of the locals for this, but who cares... She's hot.
When I was drawing this, the last picture in my sketch book,(now i need a new one) someone (a cosplayer, I'll explain later) was all, "Why are you drawing her?" With an attitude.
"Because she's hot!" then they asked. "Are you going to vote for her?"
"Of course." I replied.
To think of it, me voting for McCain just because Palin is hot is just as ridiculious as someone else voting for Obama because he's black.
At least I don't feel guilty about it.
*update* my latest Palin drawing here:
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And again with irony...
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Lobotomy. Ice cream. Globes. Big breasts. Other things to do with round... things...
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BLASPHEMY!!... just kidding.
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Can you use another damn word already? You're not doing anything to make your side of things more understandable; there is no other word you have put down for the last twenty-odd replies other than that single word. Can you actually start putting down real answers? If you persist in being a douche, I'm going to make it a chore for you to scroll down to put in your crappy answers by copying and pasting entire FanFictions into every single one of my later replies. So... reply with a sentence, alright?
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Alright THAT'S IT!
Enjoy the fun of scrolling a million times...
This is a Fan Fic made on a whim and a fancy. Let’s get started!
/Screeches to a halt
But first, my syntax and story notes.
Regular talking: “Hello”
Regular thinking: ‘Hi’
Demon talking: “Greetings”
Demon thinking: ‘Good Day’
Darkness speaking: ‘Greetings, my puppet’
Darkness thinking: ‘Good Night, mortal’
Jutsu/Natural Power/Demonic Title: Greetings no Jutsu
Darkness Power/Title: Dark Salute
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Naruto or The Darkness; I am but a puppet.
------------------------------------------The Foulest Return------------------------------------------
Uzumaki Naruto.
Age 20
Spiky blond hair, innocent blue eyes, five-foot-two, and the physique of an athletic adolescent.
Wearing a black and orange jacket with a red T-shirt underneath, black weighted pants, weighted black sneakers with red lines playing about the soles, and a Leaf nin headband sewed onto a bolt of white cloth.
No marks save whiskers plastered flat on his cheeks and a rather powerful hidden seal on his abdomen. His expression is one of long days gone by, no work to be done, and being a constantly ignored, despite obvious sex appeal: honest and sincere boredom.
Is currently being sleepy and annoyed. Why, when, and for what reason, one may ask. He is bored because there is nothing to do that’s not expected or old. This current silent panic attack is happening at sunset, when all chuunin are sent to their assigned bunks. The reason being that the land of Fire was trounced by all opposing nations in a short and destructive fracas, deterring would-be employers and clients from knocking upon Konohagekure’s gates, causing a shortage on A-C ranked missions, leading to unemployed nin and a depression of sorts, leading to shared apartment complexes for shinobi still in action, and leading up to Naruto’s own private gloominess.
Now let’s see how he’s dealing!
Naruto
‘I’m sooooooo bored. Bored. Bor-ed. Bread. Board. La bored. Boredness. Bord-ily bordliness. BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIII—‘
‘Would you please stop?!’
Naruto pauses his internal moaning to observe Kyuubi in his mindscape. The Red Haired Bitch-Vixen, as Naruto dubbed her recently, is currently attempting to throw something-anything- at Naruto to get him to stop his monologue about the monotony of the days.
Usually, when Kyuubi gets into a fit, Naruto listens. This is because nowadays, he has trouble not having girls pull him around by his nuts, seeing as he’s putting most of his energy into not being the horny bastard his hormones want him to be. See, most of the female acquaintances Naruto consorts with are pretty in their own ways, leading to various embarrassing and annoying jobs and favors.
Sakura with her eyes. Ino with her ass. Hinata with her Moe cuteness. Tsunade with her bust. Anko and Kurenai with their sensuality. Temari with her sexy outfits. Ten-Ten with her slutty syntax. And Kyuubi with all of these feminine attributes. This assortment of company makes Naruto’s life a waking nightmare these days. And it’s arduous and boring, all the worse.
‘I do need to sleep, you know.’
‘Keep your skirt on, I’m going on my errands early now. Go back to sleep, red-head, I’ve had my dose of PMS for today—not to be rude or cynical, of course. I just need some reprieve from the build-up of stress. You know, because you live in my head. Go to sleep, please.’
‘/Sighs Alright sweetie. Just try not to concentrate on this stuff. It’s paradoxical to try to escape from stress if you dog the subject to no end.’
‘Alright. Bye’
Naruto heads off to get groceries for the girls and takes a shortcut through a back alley. He gets the groceries, and takes the same route back. In the same back alley, a dark hole opens up before him, and a tall figure steps out.
The figure seems to be oozing blood and shadows, with a strange device in his right hand. In a holster is another, different device, which seems to be the counterpart of the other. The man’s whole countenance spoke of ageless might and gothic antiquity.
His slick, long hair is as black as midnight, skin as pale as the moon. His eyes radiate a yellow light, bespeaking a dark presence.
He wears a black leather trench coat, full of rips and holes at the bottom edges, a white button-up shirt, black jeans caked with blood and gore, and heavy leather combat boots covered with dried mud.
Despite this and several deep wounds, he exuded a prominence that dwarfed Tsunade’s or Orochimaru’s own. His face spoke of tragedy and sadness, of hatred and sadistic irony.
“What the—What happened to you? God, you need to get to the hospital ward!” /Drops groceries and proceeds towards the man
“No need. I’ll rest here. My time has come anyway.” /Sits down, back to wall
“Sir, you need help. I can’t just leave you to die like this. You still have a chance. I can see that you still have a good amount of blood in your veins, which means the wounds are fresh. You still have a chance.”
“I don’t care. If you come near me with the sentiment you’re carryin’, I’ll make you into hamburger meat with my guns. I am not gonna live to fight another day, only to have the people who tended to me get slaughtered and devoured by my curse. I plan to die without warning, so that the bugger sittin’ in my head can finally bite it.”
“’It’ being?”
“The dust, you moron. /Winces You know: kick the bucket, shuffle off this mortal coil?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know those euphemisms—“
“Take a dirt nap, maybe?”
“That one I’m familiar with.”
“Well, now you know what I’m getting at. I’d like to live, but the thing inside me will probably pull me into his dreamscape again, and I’ll have to be stuck fending off hordes of demons, whilst my comrades are quickly overtaken and eaten, until my body is repaired and he wants me to serve as his puppet again.”
“Sounds like deep shit to me.”
“If you knew half as much as you think, you’d do more than just remark. Hmm… Is this a different world than mine?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean is this a strange spot on my home world, or am I in a totally different dimension?”
“Still don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“Alright, I’ll test you. Ever heard of New York?”
“No.”
“How about the United States?”
“Never heard of it.”
“How about Christianity? Judaism?”
“Nope. What has this got to do with your current situation? All I know is that you are from a different world, you’re dying, and you have some kind of evil beast inside you.”
“/Half-mutters If only it were only a beast. /Regular voice You can potentially help me, only answer this question: Have you ever had any dark fantasies?”
Naruto spaces out and imagines the various hormone-induced daydreams that would be the heavy-duty equivalent of hentai or pornography.
“I mean do you think about bathing in your enemies gore? Or a random person’s?”
/Pales and flinches back “No! That’s just wrong!”
“Okay, you can help me. Place your back along my back” /Shifts around so back is showing
“Okay.” /Places back on stranger’s own
“Think of every want, desire, aspiration, and slightest fancy you think about and remember.”
“Okay.”
/Waits “Okay, now concentrate on your fears, traumas, bad dreams, terrible memories, and bad experience.”
“Alright.”
‘Um, kit?’
‘What?’
‘I feel as if something’s looking at me… like some sort of meal.’
‘Okay… Why do you bring this up now?’
‘Just thought like sharing that.’
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