DARTH HELMET LIVES

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Dear Lord.

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>>4
Yeah someone before me made that. I'm currently poking around to remove that stupidity.

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As much as I love pencil tool, I think I'm starting to grow fond of the pen tool, as well. c;

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This is terrible and I hate it. >:I

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I like this one better.

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There once was a small child who seemed to have no mother or caretaker. he was discovered one day all alone on the outskirts of a rural village, and the townsfolk were amazed by the boy. For he was not like other children. This child seemed to have a natural grasp on the use of magic, something that most individuals had to dedicate their entire lives towards the research and mastery of. The villagers knew not where the child came from, but they set forth to contact a group of very powerful wizards who would know what to do with the infant.

They took him under their care and subjected him to many grueling tests. They put him against violent criminals, bloodthirsty gladiators and vicious animals, all of which he defeated without breaking a sweat. The wizards were impressed, but a little worried, as the child's main focus didn't seem to be regarding survival, but playing around. He also didn't seem to grasp the extent of what they believed his power to be.

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He remained in their care for many years as they continued to hone his skills as a wizard. They acted as his parents, and like any other child, he was given an education, taught things every child must learn, and looked after. They clothed him, fed him, and gave him a place to stay, and they soon became what he considered his family.
Some took particular notice to his powers, noting that although he seemed to be capable of any different element, he seemed most fond of the types that would be used by that of a frostmage, and so the higher-ups came together to discuss a plan of action.

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As talented and powerful as he was, it quickly became apparent that he didn't put much thought into personal safety. If one were to catch him off-guard, he would be defenseless, and so one day the other mages got together and discussed a way to fix this problem. They would give him a shield, it was decided. A shield made entirely of ice that would cover his body and protect him from physical harm. The boy seemed thrilled with the idea and readily agreed to undergo the experience.

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At first, the boy was excited at what he was feeling. His entire body tingled with an odd sensation, and his skin felt prickly and cold. But Then there was a crack, and it felt as if his head was being torn in half. He fell to his knees, screaming and reeling with pain unimaginable. His vision was filled with shapes and colors of all sorts as his hands gripped fiercely at the air, seemingly grasping for something to save himself. He could almost feel his skull sunder as the blood began pouring out of his mouth. Tears streamed down his face and it felt as if his eyes were melting and dripping down his cheeks as well.

The air was filled with crackling, and his tears began to freeze onto his face, the blood pouring down the side of his lip curdled and froze. And then the quiet blanket of unconsciousness drifted over him and the screaming ceased.

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He was outside lying in a field outside when he finally woke up. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, or what had happened to him, but he had a terrible headache and his whole body felt tingly. It took him a second to realize what was different with him, but when he saw that his skin was shimmering with a pale blue light reflected off of the sunlight, he was immensely started. The memory came back to him of what had been discussed before he blacked out, their idea to give him a magical defense, but he was still struck with awe at his appearance.

It was apparent he could move and function as he had always done, but his entire body was covered in a think sheet of ice. He assumed this was to protect him from physical harm, as well as whatever else it might accomplish, but he decided to ponder that as he made his way back to the complex where him and his colleagues resided.

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Time passed and he grew accustomed to his new body, refining his skills and abilities and making a living by performing parlor tricks in the same town that he was discovered. Although the villagers were at first frightened by his appearance and the fact that he was a wizard alone, his cheery disposition and calm nature soon gathered him a small following.

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>>69
Good story, keep going :3

As talented and powerful as he was, it quickly became apparent that he didn't put much thought into personal safety. If one were to catch him off-guard, he would be defenseless, and so one day the other mages got together and discussed a way to fix this problem. They would give him a shield, it was decided. A shield made entirely of ice that would cover his body and protect him from physical harm. The boy seemed thrilled with the idea and readily agreed to undergo the experience.

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They told him about their concerns, and he was instructed in ways to protect himself. He became more well-rounded in combat over time, and this pleased his caretakers. He still seemed to fall short at times, and so they decided on one final action. They decided to give him a shield that would cover his body in ice, and he seemed thrilled with the idea and impatiently awaited the day they planned to carry through with their plans.

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It was apparent he could move and function as he had always done, but his entire body was covered in a think sheet of ice. He assumed this was to protect him from physical harm, as well as whatever else it might accomplish, but he decided to ponder that as he made his way back to the complex where him and his colleagues resided.

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One day the Mage was visited by a man who had heard of how powerful he had been believed to be, and was interested in finding out for himself. The young mage was shocked when he felt a sudden blast crack into the back of his head, throwing him to the ground. He had fought the wizards he had grown up with before, but he had never dealt with another wizard out in the world.

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He had no idea how long they had been fighting, or how badly he was injured, but he knew he couldn't die. His entire life revolved around his magic, for that was all he had ever had, and that's all anybody had ever known him for. The boy who was born to become a wizard. He couldn't die this way, of all ways.

He managed to pick himself up and carry himself over to the challenger, who didn't seem to be as determined. He knew he could have killed him then and there. He could have done countless unimaginable things to show this man he was the victor, and this was the price he would pay. But he didn't.

With a small snap of his fingers, he transported the man far away, so that he would not return to the town and frighten the villagers.

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After that day, the mage was loved by the townsfolk, who cheered him on endlessly and praised him for his kindness. Nobody knew his name, and he had never been given one, so for a few moments the crowd lulled in silence, not knowing how to address him, until one small boy, lost somewhere in the crowd, shouted out "PORTUGAL!". The name quickly caught on and he was known forevermore as Portugal, the Mage throughout the land.

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Oekaki is being a little fucking bitch. >:I

100th post, woo.

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Oekaki broke. :I

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>>101
Say what now lol?

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:3

The red mage stumbled upon a small girl who looked rather upset. He advised her to hold still, but she screamed and cried, motioning that she needed a hug. Figuring the small comfort could do him no harm, he allowed her one simple pleasure.

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as soon as her fingers gripped onto the fabric of the robe, his head began to spin wildly. The houses melted into the streets, and there was no distinguising between earth and sky. He could feel his body being clenched tightly as he was lifted up off the ground and he felt something pressing down hard on his temples. A sweet, innocent-sounding girl's voice filled his ears with the words "I am Delusion."

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he was surrounded by a strange fog before finding himself standing out in the main street. Everything looked horribly disfigured and frightening, as further down the road he saw a strange figure that looked as if he was tormenting the villagers. his head ached profusely and his mind was telling him that it was this being who was causing him all the pain.

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Portugal felt a powerful bolt slam into the back of his head as his body was filled with a violent surge of electricity. He fell to the ground, unaware of what had just happened as his enemy continued sending jolts of lighting through his body.

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He managed to look up to see a small figure holding a sign over his face. The man

was pointing behind him telling him to stop the bad man, to kill him before he

killed everybody in the town. Portugal, shocked and angered to discover the

betrayal, was determined to show him the cost of his actions.

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the person told Portugal that the wizard was actually Deceit, trying to trick him into believing they were friends.

Spain, on the other hand, watched as the distorted figure grew larger, and another one appeared next to him, seemingly rallying him on. He had dealt with these monsters before, but this was a new experience for him.

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The horror descended upon him quickly, and he found that he was unable to use his magic to protect himself. This had never happened to him before, and he knew he was in over his head.

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The monster slammed his fist into Spain's face, sending him hurtling backwards before becoming a crumpled heap on the ground. The mark on his
head shattered from the blow, and the fog began to lessen from his mind.

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His vision came back, and Spain could finally see that he had been fighting Portugal, who was, like him, being controlled by another horror. He was aware that this one was Deceit, the weakest, yet potentially one of the strongest horrors.

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As soon as he could get himself out of immediate danger, the mage fired a small bolt directly at the mask of the creature, shattering it and destroying the shade in the process.

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He had always been regarded as quite the strange fellow, secretly feared by the ones who

knew of him. Never was he given any trouble, however. For the man had powers. Powers

that allowed him to hold his ground in seemingly hopeless situations. Powers that left

others in awe, be it by horror or amazement. Without any opposition, he quietly packed

up the few things he valued and left the town in search of great things.

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>>226
He looks gangster

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>>227

Some of the characters these people come up with are certainly pretty out there, but who am I to talk.

>>229
I like it.

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I am quite fond of him myself, but I would assume that is implied if I am featuring him in a little story gig.

He saw a great many things and met many strange individuals throughout his journey. Some were wondrous, kind-hearted folk while others were malicious and malevolent. But even though some of the stops along the way might have been less than pleasant, he always managed to make it out relatively unscathed.

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One day throughout his travels, he discovered something that left him awestruck. as he was approaching the outer edge to what seemed to be a very dense forest, he noticed what seemed to be some sort of path, although it was like none other he had ever laid eyes on. a black veil covered the path, and everything beyond looked as if it was blanketed in the dead of night.

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ugh I have so many of these I haven't ever finished

2 years old geez

>>436
Can I get your email. I really like your work :3