Update

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 00:28:04 +0100

Since I got Windows 7 I decided to try paint out.
I don't really like it all too much, but I found the crayon tool so I drew a bunch of pictures in a crude fashion.
Check 'em out in the 'DrawnInCrayon' section.

Bit of a story

Mon, 05 Apr 2010 21:00:32 +0100

Date: 23rd August 1980
Location: Undisclosed
Time: 11:23 am

This was the time that he was born.
The mother died giving birth, the father bailed on the mother 2 weeks before she was due to give birth. The boy was born into a world that wouldn't understand him. People called him special. Decided that there was something wrong with him. They found a 'Hospital' for people like him. The mentally challenged. But in reality, he wasn't ill at all.

The hospital was named Linchman's Hospital. It specialized in taking in children who were mentally handicapped, whose paren't wouldn't ever give the time of day to. Back then, the mentall handicapped were labeled as sick. Asif it was some sort of disease that could be cured. No one but the patients and the secret sworn staff knew what went on inside those walls. In it's early days, they had 5, maybe 6 patients. Easy to take care of. Clean up crews were always free to clean the children when needs be, but as word of this hospital spread, parents who either didn't have the stamina, or were just too damn lazy, found refuge in dumping their special children there, then leaving, saying to themselves 'They're in good hands'. They were wrong.

As more and more patients were taken there, the less efficient the staff became. Soon there were nearly 100 children there. Staff, who were up until then, fully capable of controlling the children, using various methods to try to 'cure' them, were quickly losing control. To establish themselves, things turned nasty. Beatings were a regular. Children were chained to their beds, uncleaned for weeks, maybe even months. The smell was so unbearable, the staff wore gasmasks. These children, uncapable of helping themselves were put through hell, just because of a mental deficency. However, it was not just the mentally challenged who were taken there. Fully aware people were being unloaded on them, with problems such as Pyromaniacy, Paedophilia and anger issues, to name a few. They soon dominated themselves above the rest. As you can guess, the results were grousome. No one knew what was happening inside, so it went unchecked for years.

One day, a boy was dumped there by another hospital. They claimed he was mentally handicapped. He was a genius. Far smarter than anyone else. He was a mutant. At that time though, mutants were widely unknown. A few strange occurences here or there, no one reads too much into it. This boy challenged everyone who stood in his was. The staff, the mentally able patients who'd gone insane with power, everyone who went mentally against him would lose, however physically, the boy didn't stand a chance. They locked him up in solitary confinement 'For his own good' as they would say. Unknowing that something inside him was brewing.

When the boy hit the age of 15, another mutant factor kicked in. The boy was strong. Strong and smart. He broke through the metal door they had once used to cage him, and he went on a rampage. Anyone who'd wronged him in the past, he put them down for good. Morals didn't apply here. Not for him, not for anybody. No one stood a chance against his force. He broke down the doors of the hospital and free'd the prisoners.

He broke out of the hospital the following day, but not before murdering the head of the hospital. The man who'd been allowing this atrocity to occur for years to, now countless, defenseless human beings.
He beat him brutally, mercilessly and insanely, then took him to the roof and show'd him the sea of patients flocking, running for their freedom. He showed him how human they were and how from this distance, you couldn't tell them from any other human, because although mentally they weren't the same as everyone else, they still just want to be free.

And then he threw him off the roof and watched him fall to his death. He felt no guilt and no shame.
He fled to the nearest town and was accepted into the home of an elderly woman. She clothed him, fed him and gave him shelter. He stayed there for a few months, until the day came to leave and move away from the town in which he suffered for so long.

New Blog

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:58:49 +0100

I've decided to make a blog section for my site.

I probably won't update it a whole lot but here it is.

I've not stopped drawing.
I've just not had the desk I use to drawn for the holidays as my brother's been home.

To anyone reading, I've started to collect old PS1 games.

Here's a list of the games I want:

Tombi/Tomba 1 & 2
Team Buddies
Kula world
Devil Dice
Kurushi Final
Metal Gear Solid
Bomberman
POY POY
Final Fantasy 7
Grandia
Jade Cocoon
Hogs of War
Skull Monkeys
Rat attack
Evil Zone
Wip3out
Bugs Bunny: Lost in time
Lego Racers
Bust a Groove
Speed Freaks
Walt Disney World Quest: Magical Racing Tour
40 Winks
Micro Maniacs
Medievil
Medievil 2
Populus the beginning
Granstream Saga
Kingsley’s Adventure
The Unholy War
Bugs and Taz: Time Busters
Mickeys Wild Adventure
Future Cop LAPD

There's alot, right?
Well when I have them all, It'll be worth it.
Alot of them are worth a far bit on Amazon and such.

And more towards the blog side of things, not much has happened in my life.
I went to Southwold with my family, but that was about it.

Well, Bye.

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