The Dream Keeper

Just about done with it, too. Let's hope it sells, right guys? Pentacles can represent a God, or an Angel (Pentagrams, inverted Pentacles, represent Demons). In the Tarot they stand for Material Wealth. Hindu Gods usually have multiple limbs and unnatural skin colors, to illustrate their divine nature. Pagan Gods are often given animalistic attributes like horns or wings, hence the bird-like hands and feet. One of the Pentacles is positioned like a Halo and the Judeo-Christian God is usually depicted in the Heavens. So there are artistic touches from all three kinds of religion - Abramic, Eastern and Occult.

"Organs here! Get yer Organs here! Fresh living organs! Brains, hearts, lungs, bowels, skins, hair, teeth, ya name it! For food or for transplant! Get yer organs here!" The man was in his forties, balding, fat and sweaty. Clearly he'd been at it all day. His name-tag read "Moskowitz" and he was pushing a cart that held a metal tree with numerous branches. At the ends of it were bottles and jars with pulsing, throbbing organs contained in various fluids; tubes and pipes ran from the jars around the branches to the base, where a system of pumps and filters flushed the necessary chemicals in and out, in and out. God, do I have some mixed feelings about this fucking place. I pulled up the edge of my coat, made of some poor girl's skin (I'm sorry, "Bolivian Leather") and tried to look ambiguous. I wasn't here to sell as much as to get rid of the rest of the evidence. I came here for the first time like, what, five months ago? Wanted...

THRYTEC “NECROPOLIS MNEMONITEKTON” Etymology: “Memory-Builder of the City of Death”, from the Greek “Necropolis” (City of the Dead, City of Death) “Mnemonic” (Memory) and “Tekton” (Builder, Artisan, Craftsman).        T hese ones are no more dangerous than any other kind of animal – however, their nature is rather depressing by default.        T hrytec walk on three-toed feet, something like that of an ostrich or Cassowary in the slender kinds. They can mangle their hands into strange structures on their four three-clawed arms, making them blunt, hammering tools or stone-cutting blades or long, fiddling artisan’s hands. Their eyes are white and luminescent, and whenever they walk about they speak amongst themselves in a low, hooting and whistling tongue or a repetitive, rhythmic humming. To me, it seems likely that this is not a language, but instead some kind of thought-cancelling chaunt to prevent themselve...

"Sir," said the jittery homeless man on the train. He was clad in a filthy dark jacket, had a an aged and ragged-edged ski cap on, and an uneven, grey-sprinkled beard. He was missing some teeth and he smelled like piss and liquor. Oh, no wonder - he had a thing of vodka in a brown paper bag. "Sir, can you..." "Sorry, I don't have anything." I said. He turned to the Goblin next to me, who helpfully held out Goblin-Gold with a big, toothy smile. That is, he gave him a little black, silk baggy of worms, beetles and rocks, which to his people were currency. I looked down and away to smirk, shaking my head. Poor Goblins - they hadn't figured out how to deal with the Homeless yet. The man begrudgingly accepted the useless sack, probably planning on emptying it out and selling it if it wasn't too damaged. Or, hey, maybe he'd eat the bugs. I dunno how desperate he was. He walked on while the Goblin crossed his legs and continued to hum his ...

They're the embodiment of all that is evil and wrong and ungood, don't ya know? Pictured: Evil, apparently. 

Taken from a Reddit Writing Prompt, which you can find here . My post is there too, which you can find on that page under my username: "FearTheProxyHorde" Enjoy! ''BETH AND SHELLY'' Technique, Astaroth said. It was all about technique. WHY THE HOLY HELL DIDN'T I LISTEN?!? How long has it been? Six minutes, and still all she's got is the Ren and Stimpy theme song up in her head? Lucifer Almighty, do parents just park their kids in front of the T.V. sets nowadays? I could parent these kids better, and I exist to create suffering for no defined god-damned reason! Literally, that's in the handbook: "Thou art to weave pain, and woe, and (And, well, it goes on for 666 pages after that) for some god-damned reason. This is the Devil's Creed, and we honor it for it is in our nature." Ugh, when is this gonna turn off? O.K., wait it out, they taught you about this. People can be very patient, even children with their short at...

And that rhyming name pleases me waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more than any twenty-something man has any right to be. Thinking about making him my official mascot from now on. Thoughts?