Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"I don't know. I have no regrets over what I did to that demon, his son is probably safer after that. That sadistic bastard got joy from torturing me at age six. He deserved to die." Jason said then retreated to Arya's side. His red eyes searching her eyes. "Don't fear me. I won't let that happen again." He says to her. Then looks up at the sky. "We should make it to the town before nightfall. With the demons gone I sense no darkness presence. They were the presence I sensed. And the curse is more powerful at night. We will be safer indoors." Jason says to the group. "Although I have no idea how long it is until nightfall." He admits and waits for either of the two leaders of the quest to make a decision as for what they shall be doing
When you think about it carty, Jason did just kill a sadistic bastard who got joy out of torturing little six year old Jason and breaking him mentally and turning him into the remorseless killing machine he is.
This verison of Jason is slightlt more mentally troubled than the past ones. Sometimes the monster that others created comes out. If Ansen loses trust over this...
He's going to personally wanna kill Jason with some of the things I intend to have him do should a situation arise where it can be done (then subsequently be terrified by the fact he did it)
Two Notes: Number 1: Other demons (sly) and those who know the meaning behind that figure and are respectful woukd prolly be like taking a knee in front of Jason and all that hail the new king stuff. On that same note, I could totally see Vanessa not bowing and stuff and just being 'I CALLED THAT SHIT SON'
Note 2: Don't plan on seeing the deathbat again for a LONGGGGGG time. That special power mode is only because the deathbat wanted to make itself known. The only other time it would appear and give Jason moar powa is if he was fighting lucifer himself for the throne, and losing miserablly. Though Jason's eyes will stay red forever now.
Jason blinked his eyes open. "You might want to back away." He said and walked slowly towards the bigger demon, gruti. As he walked he was chanting some in a language only known to the demons, and his normally blue eyes were red, glowing a little bit as well. Soon visible black waves of dark energy began pulsing from his body, killing the plantlife around him. But only within the radius of his pulses. The large demon's eyes went wide with fear. "Please spare me! I promise that I will serve you. I have a wife and newborn kid. Please don't!" The demon begged for his life. Jason smiled in a very menacing mannner and unsheated his sword. "You made your choice long ago. Lets see how your kids feel about losing thier precious daddy." Then laughed evilly. The pulses collapsed inwards, and formed the figure of a large skeletal warrior with two massive bat wings unfurrling from its shoulders behind Jason. Jason yelled and swung down, slicing the demon in half. Then rurned towards his allies. Staring at them as the being stood behind him. Any of those who has heard the prophecy that all demons knew, would now know that boy standing in front of them, was destined royalty. For the prophecy had spoke of the boy who channled the deathbat taking the demon empire to be his own. Then the energy collpased inwards and Jason collapsed. Looking up with a confused look, hhis eyes still red. "What just happened to me?" He asked. Then slowly stood up, obviously at a loss of what just happened.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>