Beware. XIII has a stylus and a tablet-laptop.

[unit880]

Well, my new charger is coming some time within a week or so, says the man on the phone. So I should be back in business soon enough. Right now I'm on a picture-spree 'cause I don't know why, but I've been thinking about working on some poetry, too.

As far as poetry goes, that's kinda up in the air. Always has been, I refuse to plan that out. It must be random.

And for pictures, I want to do something with Kayako and Toshio Saeki. As well as some sort of soldier-looking guy I've been inspired with. Gas mask, et cetera. Won't bore you few people who visit here with details.

[unit880]

"Mix"

Past knowledge turned to mere memory,
emotion turns from blessing to curse.
Dwelling in existence, meaningless.
Being replaced all altogether.

The world scrambled and numb to me,
I cannot find answers.
No straight answer given,
leads me to wonder.

There must be something.
No direct closure given,
there's a secret somewhere.
It has to be hidden.

I am not a piece of machinery to be replaced,
I am not a dangerous lunatic to be cast aside.
I am human, I know it.
I have to be. But, all I seem to ever add up to is

One to be forgotten, by their standards.
I oft wonder, when did they change?
How, as well?
But, I never receive answers.

Never did I imagine this magnitude.
But why? Why must Society corrupt the
perfectly fine and just?
All light taken from me, left and empty shell.

Salvation of the World seems impossible now,
my last hope washed away.
Disappointment overwhelms what was once
Ever-expanding hope.

Injustice now fills all my senses, clogging
every last one to the point of near
collapse of the abilities.
My only savior, my old curse.

Roles have been switched,
blessing to curse and vice-versa.
Memories coming back to haunt me.
All I know could be a lie.

And at this point, I'm almost without doubt
that it indeed was all just a game.
That I was just a plaything, always meant
to be thrown away in the end.

[unit880]

Two gmod pictures uploaded. And trust me, I won't be making them forever. I'm hoping I can do them as a side thing, though. I like them. But I'll be back to painting and poems sooner or later, probably sooner.

Second GLaDOS picture uploaded today!

[Weirdo]

"Mix"

Past knowledge turned to mere memory,
emotion turns from blessing to curse.
Dwelling in existence, meaningless.
Being replaced all altogether.

The world scrambled and numb to me,
I cannot find answers.
No straight answer given,
leads me to wonder.

There must be something.
No direct closure given,
there's a secret somewhere.
It has to be hidden.

I am not a piece of machinery to be replaced,
I am not a dangerous lunatic to be cast aside.
I am human, I know it.
I have to be. But, all I seem to ever add up to is

One to be forgotten, by their standards.
I oft wonder, when did they change?
How, as well?
But, I never receive answers.

Never did I imagine this magnitude.
But why? Why must Society corrupt the
perfectly fine and just?
All light taken from me, left and empty shell.

Salvation of the World seems impossible now,
my last hope washed away.
Disappointment overwhelms what was once
Ever-expanding hope.

Injustice now fills all my senses, clogging
every last one to the point of near
collapse of the abilities.
My only savior, my old curse.

Roles have been switched,
blessing to curse and vice-versa.
Memories coming back to haunt me.
All I know could be a lie.

And at this point, I'm almost without doubt
that it indeed was all just a game.
That I was just a plaything, always meant
to be thrown away in the end.

Wow, nice stuff.
My favorite part is the last verse.

Little thing though, all altogether doesn't make sense.

[unit880]

Oh, yeah, missed that. Thanks for telling me. I forgot if it was all together or altogether, remembered it was altogether, and I must have forgotten to delete the first all. I really should start spell-checking.

[unit880]

"Pessimism"

Sit there and let it die?
I tried not to...
But apparently, you are.
I must have not been a very good friend.

Go ahead, make new friends.
Let the old ways die?
You obviously don't care
about the old, then.

There were times I thought you were justice,
now I realize it's just the opposite.
If you were always like this on the inside,
you were never anything.

Memories cloud past feelings.
Hypotheses block previous emotions.
Possibilities impair what was to be.
And you just sit there, like it was all nothing.

I have come to figure this,
If it has a beginning, it has an end.
If it has an end, it has no true beginning.
If it has no beginning, it never existed.

That is your logic as I see it,
but you would be more pessimistic than you say I am
if you worked like that.
Nothing but a hypocrite?

Possibly, running away from all life's troubles?
Running only drives you deeper into damnation.
Running assures you nothing but inevitable destruction.
Running will ultimately be your demise.

Instead of stopping to help and old friend,
you run away with the new.
I must have not provided you with very good times.
I must have been inefficient at my purpose.

This is why you replaced me?
Unfortunately, I must have thought wrong.
Either Reality has changed you, or you have changed Reality.
Nothing good ever comes from playing God, you know.

I've tried it before. You know it lashed back?
Deep in my heart, I still feel fresh wounds.
I covered them up as much as I could, but
the searing NEVER stops.

I tried to run in the past, the deep cuts too much.
They never heal, you just think what could have been.
It drives you deeper and deeper into insanity.
Everything turns upside down, everything is too much to bear.

And even given those scars of the past,
you will not help an old friend with new ones?
Not even hear his pleas?
Nothing makes sense anymore, I believed you to be different.

You were the only one who understands,
and now I've got no one.
My last bit of hope crushed in the hands of some monster,
some uncaring behemoth of a beast.

I wonder where I was led astray,
where I began to falter.
I only followed you until the end, trying to advise you.
I tried to tell you of the World's faults.

I know it has to be my fault, it always was.
I was always too weird or some other form others didn't take kindly to.
I never thought you would turn on me, though.
I never thought we'd be like this.

I never thought I could be dragged so deep
by what had taken me so high.
Equivalent exchange? More like the human factor.
Equivalent exchange doesn't apply to people, they never listen.

They never stop to hear the wisdom of Nature.
They never listen to anything but those who they idolize,
which I obviously dropped from in your view.
But I just tried to help.

I'm just a little boy, really, with expanded knowledge.
And what is more cruel than a child?
Nothing I know of, as far as I see it.
I must be too harsh on the world, for all its faults.

But even when I tried to be optimistic,
it didn't matter.
I tried and tried and tried, but
I could never change you back to exactly how you were.

Still, you never wanted to be a part of my life again.
I still don't know precisely why this is.
I need more explanation, it's not just that simple. It can't be.
A situation this complex can't just be summed up in one word or less.

Can it?

[Weirdo]

This is even better. This is awesome. Pure awesome, loved it. Well done. Best one you've done yet.

Instead of stopping to help and old friend,
you run away with the new.

[unit880]

Thank you. As well as my longest, methinks.

And I'll make corrections immediately.

[unit880]

Note, please do notify me if you find any mistakes. I'll make corrections immediately, though maybe not on here. I gave it two quick spell checks and grammar checks, but I fear that may be not enough. Just seeing.

"Blind"

An elder man sat, resting, staring at the sky.
A passerby came to greet him, as he was in pain.
"What is wrong?", the man asked, "What ails you so obviously?"
"Life.", the elder replied without hesitation. He turned to show his milky white eyes.

The man shifted, into something more grotesque. Something subhuman.
"Oh? And how would that be?", this recently undisguised reaper asked.
"I've come across too many of you to count.",
"Coming after me.", again without a pause.

"But, what do you mean?"
"I am but a stranger showed consideration to an ailed man."
"I may be old, and I may be blind, but one thing I am not is foolish.", he said.
"But, you cannot see my physical form!",It screeched in disbelief.

"Oh, but I don't need my sight to feel the vile evil which pours off of you.", he said.
"But, impossible! How can you see without sight?!", it yelped back.
"You just told me. I didn't need to know the evil you are, just to confirm it."
The reaper quickly replied, "Damn you, old man! Damn you!",

"I'll take the very soul from your cold, dead, carcass!"
"Ah, you would. But I am old, I do not have need for it anymore.", the old man said.
"But, how could you possibly WANT to die?",
"What good comes from it!?", it screeched again.

"But what good comes from life? Death should be treasured.",
"Never do you get a choice to live, but always do you possess a chance to die."
To which the darkness responded, "But, if you die, you cannot live.",
"You posses a chance to live as well!"

"No. You never do. Whatever force brings us in this world gives us no choice.",
"Death is not the end, but is the beginning of free will.", the man stated.
"But how do you know what happens when you die",
"Why are you so damned certain?", it asked.

"It does not matter what happens when I die, but what I imagine before I die.",
"As long as it seems as something better than this, I want to die.", he answered.
"But what if it is worse than what you imaged in your tiny head?", the shade clearly losing all of it's temper to reduce to such low insults.

"Are you sure I will remember what I imagined?", clearly stated once again.
"Did I remember what I imagined in the last when I was born here?"
"But how are you certain this isn't the begging?", his persistence clear to him.
"If this is the begging, what is the spirit of a man who has died doing here?",

"What of you, where do you come from? Held here by some unknown force?".
He had just realized, he had never stopped to think about it.
"But, if I can't remember my last world, how can I remember this one?", it asked.
"We still don't know everything, we never will. It's impossible.",

"But, one thing we can always do is hope it's better in the future."

[unit880]

Wow. Did a lot of stuff since Blind. xD

4 humorous Garry's Mod pictures, a painting of an Engineer, a painting of a Sniper, and of GLaDOS's Morality Core.

Remember, link's on the first page if you wanna take a look-see. xD

[unit880]

I did a little something on Heavy Weapons Guy and a L4D2 infected. Other than that, some more gmod pictures and a humorous sketch.

[Weirdo]

Wooo new art.

The infection ones kinda weird.
Lolmobile1 is cool, 2 is just epic.
The Heavy looks cool, how did you get it like that.
Finally the sniper one from earlier is just effing epic.

[unit880]

The Heavy I spent a fair bit of time on. I just followed a reference shot and it came out like that. Since the Heavy was the only part I wanted to stand out, I just did the rest of the background like that.

And the infection was some dead guy with a cut on his back based on this one moment in L4D2. It was in the Park of the Parish campaign.

And thanks, I really wanted to do something wit the Sniper.