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Posted by greatwh1teshark - March 26th, 2010


Hey people, I'm currently writing something, this is what I've got so far, tell what what you all think:

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED

Bermuda: March 28th 2010

Sitting a small table all by himself, the blond haired gentleman leaned forward to have a sip from his coffee. He was smiling for his recent good luck, he came so close to death and just able to survive, yet here he was, soaking up the sun in Bermuda.
His body was covered with recent scars and had a good tan. Putting his coffee down back on its saucer he took in his surroundings, less the 10 metres was the beach, and even though it was only April, Bermuda seemed to be very busy. He lowered his Oakley sunglasses and let his ocean blue eyes take the sunlight; it felt good to be free at last. All his life he was doing what other people wanted him to do; now he was on following his own commands.
Reaching out once more, he picked up the daily newspaper and read a small article before throwing it down on the table. The man placed the glasses back into their position and scratched the stubble on his face, he couldn't be bothered shave that morning.
He stood up from the table and looked at the small café, it was made completely out of wood and painted white. He walked inside, passing two lots of couples at one table and entered the glass panel door. He walked up to the woman at the counter and smiled.
"I'd like my bill please." He told her nicely.
"Yeah sure, two black coffees wasn't it?" She asked in return as she filled another cup of coffee and assed it to a waitress. "Take this to the couple outside."
"That's the one!" He said with a devil may care smile."
"Okay that will be three dollars."
The man passed over the local currency and stepped back.
"You're not from around here are you?" She called after him.
The man turned to look at her, judging by her accent he'd say he grew up in the O.C, she was a long way from home, just like he was."
"No, I'm not," he replied honestly.
"Well seeing as you're a tourist, hey about you let me show you around town later, I get off at seven."
The woman was flirting with him, and he knew she was. He looked down at the white name tag on her purple striped shirt and smiled, he loved to grin and these days he had a lot to be happy about.
"Look here Stacey; I'm not going to be around much longer, so your offer won't be necessary, besides I'm too old for you."
The woman looked a little down, she wasn't used to rejection, and she tried to cover this by wiping her curly brown hair out of her face as her almond eyes twinkled.
"I wouldn't say you were old."
He had to laugh, this was a funny circumstance to him, he did indeed look young, always had done, where as he looks like he only entered his thirties, he was pushing forty.
"Believe me, I am too old, any way thanks for the coffee." Without another word, the extremely muscular man manoeuvred his 210 pound body out of the door and begun to walk to the beach, he wanted to feel the sun one last time.
The man removed the glasses once more and tucked them into the back pocket of his black board shorts and then pulled out a small gold key.
Standing at the beach, he felt the wind blow through his curly hair as he saw a lone sun bed. He walked over to it, moved it over to the side and begun digging until he found the mahogany box he was searching for.
Holding the key, he inserted it into the lock and unlocked it, giving him access to its contents. Inside were his two Smith & Wesson Military Police pistols, a gift from an old friend.
He picked one out and ran his hand over 114 mm barrel and inserted a magazine into it, capable of taking seventeen 9 mm bullets. He didn't want to keep them at the hotel he was staying at, thought it was too risky so he stashed them here, there was no way he could allow himself to be captured and arrested before he could execute his plan.
With the gun loaded, he inserted a clip into the second one and looked at the two guns, in the recent year they had reeked a large amount of death and destruction, he had done a lot of killing with them, but he wasn't finished yet, there were more who had to die in order to serve his cause.
Sliding them into the bag he kept in the box, he then shut the wooden object and removed the key before reburying it. Once he smoothed the sand over, he got the sun bed back in position and begun to walk along the sea front, no one was around to see what he had just been up to.
As he was walking, he stopped to lookout to the ocean, the events of the last week flashed through his head, but he quickly shook them off, only to pull out a small piece of paper. He looked down and read the three words on it, he wrote them down so when he looked at it, he could remember the person he was now and the one he used to be, but he didn't need it anymore. He scrunched it up and threw it into the water, where it floated at the surface and begun to deteriorate.
The words that were written on it were "John Herman Lewis."

Inside a small beach house, three men were assembled in the living room.
"Okay, pretend I'm a little hard of hearing and tell me again." The rugged red neck asked.
A man sitting in the straw chair got up and ran a hand threw his dark hair, he was wearing the same Hawaiian shirt he wore a week ago. "Just for you, I shall repeat it, Blue Death is dead, so is the rest of Muerte Mala."
"What!" The third man in the room stood up, compared to the others, he was much shorter and had a large round stomach with a wiry moustache.
"They're all dead?" The red neck asked as he wiped off his NY base ball cap of and rubbed his bald head.
"Yes, how many more times must I say this?" The dark haired man in the Hawaiian shirt asked.
"I just can't believe it." The moustached man was in shock.
"None of us can't Bender, we just have to deal with it."
"That's easy for you to say Captain Scarlet." Bender, the larger moustached man replies to the guy in the Hawaiian shirt.
"My name is not Captain Scarlet!"
"Oh for god's sake, not this again, moaning about your code name."
"Screw you Confederate!" Scarlet replies pathetically to the red neck.
All three of the men in the room never knew each others real name, only a single code name which was handed out personally by Blue Death. The three men were talented in their own fields, Scarlet was a pilot, Confederate was the ultimate sniper and most talented with any fire arm, where as Bender was an explosives man.
Each were brought together to run a little unit near the United States, carry out secret missions which were planned out in a whole other continent.
"So what do we do now then?" Confederate asks inquisitively as he sits in the vacant straw chair.
"I don't know, I'm not in charge am I, I'm the number 2 man aren't I?" Scarlett shrugs.
"What?" Confederate and Bender ask as one.
"I thought in Blue Death's last transmission he said you were now in charge?"
"I though so too, but when I checked the computer yesterday we were sent a new transmission, I don't know who by, but apparently there's someone else, Gruff was sending us a new division head."
Both the men look started as they gaze at the man in the Hawaiian clothing before them.
"So who's in charge now?" Confederate questions just before a window is smashed as a chair is thrown threw it and a man enters.
"I am." The voice says as he points his weapon at Bender and shoots twice.
BANG! BANG!
"What The hell did you do that for!" Confederate asks surprised as he looks up at the man he just witnessed murder another.
"Because I can!" He grins as he puts on the shades he took off earlier.
"Who are you?"
"The man who was sent here to pass on a message."
"What message?" Scarlet asks before he looks at the intruder. "Hold on..." He says in slight recognition.
Upon being recognised the man instantly aims at the read neck and fires off thrice.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The first bullet impacted in his right eye, the second went throw the nose whilst the other one went into the left eye.
"Didn't I kill you?" Scarlet asks angered.
"You tried to, but as you can see you failed." The blond gunman smiles warmly before levelling his gun out at the pilot.
"So you survived the plane crash?"
"Yep."
"How?"
"No way, I'm not revealing that, you get me monologuing and you'll try to run."
"Is it true that you're the one who took down all of us by yourself?" Scarlet quizzes.
"Yeah."
"How, how can one man bring down such a large force?"
"Because I'm Lewis."
"Yeah, yes you are Lewis, the man that many have tried to kill in these last 14 years but all have failed."
"That's me." John Lewis answers honestly.
"How do you do it? How do you always survive?"
"Because I'm great at what I do." Lewis asks, the whole time he speaks he just keeps his gun trained at the pilot.
"Why are you keeping me alive?"
"I'm not." He replies coolly.
"Yes you are, I'm still breathing."
"No, the moment you tried to kill me you were a dead man, no scrape that the second I read your name on that document you were already buried. You're just on borrowed time mate." Lewis smiles slightly as his nostrils flare and he rubs the rigger with his index finger.
"So what is it that you want to know?"
"I want to know how come you thought you were smart enough to kill me during that plane crash?"
"I'll never tell you." He spits.
"I was hoping you'd say that, that's why I brought this." Lewis uses his left hand to reach for his concealed dagger, which he then holds up for Scarlet to see. "This isn't as good as my old one, but it'll do."
"Oh wow a knife, I'm scared."
"You should be." Without hesitation Lewis fires once more.
BANG!
The bullet struck the pilot just above the collar bone.
"Does it hurt?" He asks faking concern.
"Whatever." The pilot counters before trying to make a run for it, bolting to the left and running straight for the broken window and diving through it onto the veranda before taking off across the beach.
"I love it when they run." Lewis chuckles as he walks over to the window and watches the man run. "Ah, 50 metres that's far enough."
He takes his aim carefully and fires once more.
BANG!
The bullet struck the pilot in his left ankle, causing him to go down faster then a rocket being blasted into space.
Impacting on the sand Scarlet was withering around in pain screaming loudly but fortunately for Lewis, there was no one to hear his screams, so as Scarlet struggled to stand as Lewis walked casually over.
"See what happens when you try to run, you end up worse off!" Lewis stands the guy up before he begins to walk him back to the house.
"I hate you!"
"Sure you do, now if you continue to refuse to tell me what I want to know, then I will have no other option but to cause you some major agony as I shall continue to shoot you, then use my knife, carve into your skin and get the bullets out myself.
"How do you sleep at night?"
"I see the faces off all those I've killed, and then I think about all the lives I've saved and then sleep peacefully."
"You're a killer, always were and always will be." Scarlet grunts as Lewis lifts him through the broken window and throws him onto the floor.
"So going to tell me why you tried to kill me during my little flight?" Lewis asks, holding the gun aimed at the pilots abdomen.
"Go to hell!"
"I will when I'm dead, but while I'm still here I've got my job to do."
"You Deepwater people, you're all the same. Think your so high and mighty."
"How do you know about Deepwater?"
"It's not that great a secret, your buddy boy Jacques told us everything."
Lewis flashed back, Jason Jacques was his childhood best friend, they both served together in the navy, until one day he died in an explosion aboard a submarine underwater, Lewis told Jacques everything.
"You know what, I don't need to know why you tried to kill me with that plane crash, what's the point, the more we talk the more chance you have of someone coming along and discovering this place. Life is full of mysteries, I don't need to know why you tried to kill me, I never ask the other people who fail. Goodbye." Lewis raises the gun to the head.
"Wait!"
"Oh now you want to talk."
"Yes." He pleas.
"Too late." Lewis tone was full of murderous intent as he pulled the trigger once more.
BANG!
The bullet exploded through his cranium, spreading blood and brain matter on the wooden panels underneath his body.
"Man I hate murder." Lewis sighs as he walks over to an empty chair and collapses in it. "Such a dirty affair but someone's got to do it."
As he sits in the chair, his phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Phoenix, is it done? The little Bermuda problem?" A voice on the other side asks.
"Yes sir, it's done, Muerte Mala is well and truly finished." Lewis replies.
"Well then, I guess you know what that means?" The voice asks before hanging up.
"Yes I do know what it means sir, it means it is time for me to come home." He smiles at this thought, he had missed his noble UK, loved every moment he spent there, it had been a while since he was last there, but the more he thought about the UK, he began to think of his sister, one of the women he had truly loved, even his son, he son he wasn't allowed to know for his line of work wouldn't allow it.
"I guess it's time I tidied up." He says, standing erect as he tucks the gun away and begins walking over to the first body of Confederate and begun slashing away at the body, carving and tearing into it.
When he was done there, he went over to the one known as Bender and began slashing him.
"Get bent!" He said to know one in particular, he just wanted to lighten the mood.
When he had slashed the two bodies, he began on the last one, slicing the bullets out and tossing them aside before he then carved a huge gaping whole in the stomach and slit the wrists, letting all the blood spool out.
"Ah, been a while since I last saw this much blood." He says, stepping back so he didn't get any of the dark ruby liquid on his fresh new boots.
"If someone were to approach me 20 years ago and tell me that I'd become one of the best assassins on this planet, I wouldn't have believed them. It's amazing how much revenge and murder can change someone."
Lewis looked down at the blood, it was ideal for something that just popped into his head, he would write a message on the wall, so he placed his hand in the blood and got writing.
Twenty minutes later, when he was down, Lewis stepped out of the house and stepped of the porch, he knew there was a tank of petrol hidden in a shed nearby, he could easily torch the place and the bodies inside it, but his mission wasn't to destroy all evidence, everything had to be found, seen by the world, it was part of the plan, his boss's plan.
Lewis just stood on the sand, feeling the wind blow through his hair, his seven year mission was finally over, but his career with Deepwater still required him, he wanted so much to get out of the game but he realised a long time ago that this is his life, there is nothing else for him, he'll be stuck doing this till the day he died and in his line or work, everyday is treated as if it's his last.
"You're in the army now, oh whoa oh, you're in the army, now." He began to sing as he turned round and started to walk off, his contract in Bermuda was over and it was time for the Phoenix to spread his wings and return to the coop.
As Lewis continued to walk he looks down and slides his beloved pistol out, he pulls the slide back and looks at the bullet in the chamber before he turns to gaze at the sun.
"I'm getting too old for this shit!" He states as he discharges the gun once more.
BANG!


Posted by greatwh1teshark - March 16th, 2010


I was out jogging the today and this is what I came up with:

The Runner: by Jack .H. Longman

The man running who is he?
Why does he spend all his time just running?
Is he running towards something,
or is he running away from something?
From sunrise to sunset he keeps going,
he continues all through the night.
Is he running from his past his fears,
or is he running towards his future home?
Then again maybe he's running for fun.
running for freedom keeping his head clear.
So many things bottled up inside,
maybe he's running to keep them hidden.
Standing still and everything shall spill out,
he keeps on running just to be alone.
Is he running scared or just running free,
running and running he's always running.
You can try to keep up but it won't work,
he's been runnign since the start of his life.
Running without emotion all he knows,
everything and nothing yet he still runs.
He's destination is eternity,
spending forever just trying to get there.
He knows that he will end up alone,
his nature compels it so he still runs.
Running and running and running again,
refusing to stop refusing to yield.
With this man comes so many questions,
but he never offers any answers.
What is the man's name do I hear you ask?
How should I know he keeps on running.
Maybe one day he will stop and reveal,
but until then he keeps on running.

Please leave a comment about what you thought of this.


Posted by greatwh1teshark - March 9th, 2010


Hey there everybody, just thought I'd do another post about Afterlife (for those of you who don;t know what it is, it is a new supernatural series coming out that follows the story of Zachariah Templar, a modern day male witch, who is fighting off demon armies whilst trying to save the day and stop Satan from being released from Hell, while seeking revenge for his family's murder).

Afterlife is written by myself, animated by iloveicelollies and features some artwork from peltos.

Now for all those involved in Afterlife, I thought I'd make this post/newsletter so you can keep up to date.

Now we are making some progress but things are a little slow, so all voice actors involved, can you please get a move on and finish off recording your lines and upload them to myself or Ollie (iloveicelollies), for the sooner they are done, the sooner we can get the episodes submitted. Also all voice actors are to do their own vocal voice effects, coughing, laughing, crying, grunting and whatever else that is required.

Cast and characters:

Madnath75:
1. Templar
2. Narrator
3. All werewolves

Godammit:
1. Amosatan
2. Mikali
3. Gate Keeper
4. All male Demons
5. The Devil

SkilledBrush:
1. Mercay
2. All female roles

Fro:
1. Kaliki
2. The Reaper/The Stranger
3. All other angel roles

Justron:
1. All vampires

Giantsockmonster:
1. Young Templar
2. Billie

All voice recordings must be sent to my partner in crime (not really) iloveicelollies.

Now as I leave you, I leave you with a picture of the Afterlife logo which is designed by peltos, please enjoy.

Afterlife Newsletter #1


Posted by greatwh1teshark - March 3rd, 2010


Everyone involved in Afterlife, please pay attention, especially you actors, for here are all the roles you'll be playing:

Important/Major:
Templar/Narrator-Madnath75
Amosatan-Godammit
Mikali-Godammit
Mercay-SkilledBrush
Kaliki-Fro
The Reaper/The Stranger-Fro

Gate Keeper-Godammit
All werewolves-Madnath75
All vampires-Justron
All female roles-SkilledBrush
All other angel roles-Fro
All male Demons-Godammit
The Devil-Godammit
Young Templar-Giantsockmonster
Billie-Giantsockmonster

If you're name is not on the list, then you didn't make it into the series. This is all for now.

Cast and characters:

Madnath75:
1. Templar
2. Narrator
3. All werewolves

Godammit:
1. Amosatan
2. Mikali
3. Gate Keeper
4. All male Demons
5. The Devil

SkilledBrush:
1. Mercay
2. All female roles

Fro:
1. Kaliki
2. The Reaper/The Stranger
3. All other angel roles

Justron:
1. All vampires

Giantsockmonster:
1. Young Templar
2. Billie

All voice recordings must be sent to my partner in crime (not really) iloveicelollies.


Posted by greatwh1teshark - February 14th, 2010


Hey folks, growing up South Park was always one of my fav tv shows and I used to wish that I could be one of the characters in it, well with the use of this link I was able to create my own South Park character, check out the pic below to see it.

My South Park avatar


Posted by greatwh1teshark - February 9th, 2010


Attention one and all and all and one. Me, Gamerx8 and wimpy23 are in need of voice actors for we have a ten epsiode Majora's Mask Zelda series in the works and have at least fifty roles going, male and female. Now first come first served, if interested PM myself or Gamerx8.

In the words of Bug's Bunny "We need your help!"


Posted by greatwh1teshark - February 4th, 2010


Don't know why, but for some reason I just fancy writing some poems about love, so if any girls see this, please let me know what you think.

Love is Lost poem: By Jack Longman

It is such a shame that our love run out,
relationship end after a the days of scream and shout.
Love is lost, love is gone,
for our love is over time to move on.
What started out to be great, I really thought you were my soul mate.
But now I realize it is all over forgot you I shall not,
to future I promise to give love all I've got.

Love is Kind: By Jack Longman

Love is beautiful love is kind,
when you're not in the room I go blind.
Love is like gambling don't be afraid to roll the dice,
just being with you is like paradise.
Your trust and respect I am earning,
all about you I am yearning to do some learning.
Nothing can separate us not even Death and his scythe,
let me tell you all the things I love about the love of my life.

I love the way her voice softens and her mouth opens when she says my name,
she is my prize for playing love's game.
I love the way she turns a bad day great.
loving the how how every day is like a first date.
I could be full of rage and then she comes along and I walk on rainbow.
when with her I write like the great Edgar Allen Poe.
Her eyes like ocean pearls,
she is a women amongst girls.

Posses a body to die for,
a moment with her and I begin to soar.
Her lips they are just divine,
one kiss from her makes everything fine.
When together nothing matters but me and my love,
she has the beauty the grace and elegance like a white dove.
Everything about her body is shapely and right,
not even the Gods could break us try if they might.

A Hapless Romantics Poem: By Jack Longman
(Dedicated to my friend Harley Lingerfelt)

Love is an emotion you'll experience at any age,
it is something to be written on an empty page.
Truly is the greatest thing you'll ever know,
bringing you more happiness then money and dough.
Open to all whether you find it or it finds you,
and when it comes choice is yours on what you do.
Everywhere you go you'll always find love,
because it flies around like a majestic dove.

Don't get me wring love isn't perfect it has it's ups and downs,
you'll know you're in trouble when lover frowns.
It can bring you happiness or make you sad,
one moment in perfect bliss and then completely mad.
It isn't perfect requiring a lot of work from both sides.
like oceans waves love is like moving tides.
Love is many things but never is it stupid,
I count myself lucky I was struck by arrow from Cupid.

Love is brilliant love is great,
you truly are my soul mate.
Chosen by the stars to be together forever,
our love is for eternity extinguish never.
Nothing shall separate us for we are always one,
you are the moon and I am the sun.
If our life were a movie it'll be Titanic with us as Jack and Rose,
with each passing day my love for you it always grows.


Posted by greatwh1teshark - February 1st, 2010


"Out of darkness and stepping into the light." By Jack .H. Longman

"You thought you saw the last of me,
well guess what you were wrong.
Things have changed and time move on,
but in my mind everything is still the same.
I've got you in my sights target lock on,
now it's time for me to return."

"Born of this world but come from another,
walking the plains of darkness with total disregard.
Changing everything that I disagree with,
I have killed Fate and became Destiny.
Out of the shadows I step,
Walking in darkness no more."

"I know what I want and know it well,
choice is mine I have a future to control.
Once the Student but now the Master,
sitting in the throne of my very own court.
I left this world to rule my kingdom,
but now it's time for me to come home."

"Time means nothing to me for I have eternity,
I have lost everything except for my soul,
everything you see isn't real,
it is all just a dream.
For too long I've had to hide well no more I say.
I'm still alive and it's time for you to know that."

"Look out world here I come,
no time for losing I'm here to win.
You can't defeat me so don't even try,
now here the words that I cry.
I now glide out of darkness and step into the light,
and with this I bring justice and peace."

So what do you all think of that, just sat round staring at a piece of paper and this is what came out.


Posted by greatwh1teshark - January 20th, 2010


With every second that passes time ticks by, your life could be over in a blink of an eye, waste no time being overcome by fear, live your life whilst your still here, cos you never know tomorrow could be the day you die.

"Only in truth will his dark side be revealed,
his past about to be relived,
finally his soul shall be exposed,
much pain it will bring but the truth shall set him free."

"The gentleman walks the starry path,
alone at night but holding no fear,
he knows the game, he knows it well,
his soul was evil but now it's pure,
the man of shadows ruined for eternity,
for his sins, he must pay."

"A past erased but never forgotten,
haunting him through his dreams,
every night brings another nightmare,
if only he could have an escape."

"Ruling an abounded castle,
the prince kneels before an empty an empty throne,
his kingdom lost, as was his love,
now he is the lord of nothing."

"Constantly ticking time is running out,
if you don't act fast it shall pass you by,
you'll be old and wither up and die.

Well that's the sort of stuff I've been writing recently, hope you enjoyed it.

Oh look everybody, I've got another one:

"One minute so full of life,
until one fell swoop of the scythe.
Hurtling through the spirit plain,
live no more for body slain.
No sense of touch taste or smell,
where am I is this Hell?
A room full of people enshrouded by mist,
can they not see me do I not exist?
Suddenly running down a long corridor
screams of horror like gutted boar.
I look at the bloodstained door and knock three times
can you hear the sound of Death's beautiful chimes?
The door swing comes ajar and beckons me in
and then i hear him "you can't escape me, you never win."
It is in that moment that I realize what has happened to me,
I had died and just became another soul to Reaper's fee."

Well hope you like what you read.


Posted by greatwh1teshark - January 15th, 2010


Had to do some alternate therapy today, because of all this poor weather and water conditions I've been unable to dive, which is always a great way to vent some built up aggression, but luckily I got just what I needed today at work.

One of my jobs was to demolish this old concrete seat and separate it from the wall, so I did, but I ended freeing it as one whole piece but I still had to break it up, so I got a sledge hammer and went to town on it. Only took me five minutes to totally demolish the 1.5 meter long by .5 meter high bench, as much as I ...enjoy my diving method for tranquility, smashing something to oblivion is much more fun.

Now pay attention because I have some major projects coming out, some which will utterly destroy the NG portal (in a good way), just a few of the series are the Chameleon Chronicles, Zelda Files Season 2 and the best one of them all Afterlife, which is a 13 episode series which introduces Zachariah Templar, the ultimate hero.

Well that's all for now.