I need to create
I am trying to create a guide for when the zombie invasion does happen. Please everyone put all your info on zombies, what to use against them, and what to do to save safe as a comment, i would be very appreciative
by the way, Phantom of the Opera is freaking awsome i love the music and the acting was great
but here is the first draft of my privious story
Cimeries Awakening
The days were known to those of the plains as the days the dead will walk, a local tradition that once a year for seven days the devil, on his black horse, would bring the dead to complete the task of the offering. The offering was that of the souls that were the creators of evil and the crusaders of the good. Even though through many considerations, the plains people would not listen and continue to say that the devil is awakened. This weary soul is one of the non-believers, but I could not stop the truth of my own experience with traditions and daemons.
‘The fallen do not receive the penance of everlasting life.’ I was told this the day I renounced my faith, and left the church because of the faulty processions and deals with the devil himself. I was not meant for the life of the evil and yet I have the overwhelming feeling that I have the hidden meaning of death and destruction. Never known to me, my true past, present and future lie here in Africa, the place where I was summoned by either my heart or my mind. My family heritage was always a mystery, for I was an orphan since I was of the age of three. The church’s kindest member, Father Hopkins, found me and took me in and taught me the ways of good and of the faith.
Over the years, I was taught the legends of the church and daemons, the knights’ templar and the legend of the offering. I was raised as I was to become a priest and continue Father Hopkins, he was the father of me and I even took his name, I was from then on known as Charles Hopkins. I grew up always traveling with Father Hopkins all over the world, and seen things not meant for mankind’s eyes, let alone a child’s. I was shaken as a child and by the time I was a young adult of the age of 19, I was immune to the horrors of the terrible hidden world shown to me. The secrets of the occult were revealed to me at a young age. I was taught the ways to fight the “evil” and the forms of which they take. I was to follow in the foot steps of my newly found father. “There is a strong force and spirit inside of you my son.” Father Hopkins told me this when he gave me a black onyx sickle, he said I was ready to receive what will one day be my salvation. The next week Father Hopkins was on assignment in the dark regions of Africa, the very region which I today am in, and was killed by the devil on his raging black horse, with black sy in his hand. Maybe that is why I was summoned. Back to avenge my father, or maybe to stop the force that bound him to the netherworld.
Along the way of my travels, many knew my name. I was told I was very similar in appearance and stature an old family that used to occupy the downtown main building. I was intrigued by the notion and thought that maybe I could find the truth of my forgotten past, the key to who I am and who I was meant to be. I was taken to an elder in the town of Alexzandreta, a few miles from where I met my new guide. My guides name was Azeal, and he said that he was told that we were supposed to meet. His father had given him the instructions before his death 12 years ago. I walked into the dark wrenches of a gloomy basement down a flight of stairs to what looked like an old library. There was a man, who looked in his mid-80s, in the corner looking at a stone template. “ You have returned to clam your rights, haven’t you?” said the man. “Uh, sir, I was told you know my family. Do you?” “The answers you seek are in the very book that I am reading now.” He holds up an old musty book, on the cover was written
‘The Knights of the Forgotten Code’. I was in shock and in awe at what I was placing my eyes. When all of a sudden, the man spoke the name which has never been laid on my ears, “Cimeries….” Azeal was shaken by the mention of the name. “What is it?” I asked of him. “That….that is….is…the name of the black horsed devil!”
I was in wonder at what it all meant. The man gave me the book and I had read through it more on the way back to my room. My family has been the protectors of a blood line that was fallen from the very archangel himself Michael. The angel had a child on earth and was the crusader against the darkness.
I feel asleep on the couch as soon as I hit it. A vision of a terrible beast was before me. It is like I am now the beast. Killing every man, woman and child in my way. No matter what I do to try and stop ‘I’ will not. Screams are loud as a wrap my long arm and around a little child squeezing until……pop! I wake up in a cold sweat. I look around and I am no longer on the couch. In fact I am no longer in the living room I am in the middle of the lobby. It is early still and no one has awoken yet. I stumble back to my room, and feel the blood that is on my cloths. What is this?!?! Could the vision be real…..or am I realizing the stress of my life? I open the door of my room and see that all the food is all over the place. Chairs thrown around and the couch flipped upside down. A rasberry jam container is empty on the floor. That is what is on my clothes. I must be crazy thinking a dream with me being a creature with a dark sight and a raging horse.
The Knights of the Forgotten Code are in fact a branch of what I was recently released from…the Catholic church. They were the defenders of the earth until the bloodline was of age to take their place as leader. Although my heritage is full of great things, but also back dealings and daemons of our own. My great-great-great grandfather was a leader of the black cult and made a deal with the devil to bring the bloodline down. He was killed by his own son in disgust during the great battle of that time. Along with his son the bloodline help banish him to hell. Its said that his soul lives on through his own line and will one day complete the task that was given to him. His name was Goliath Cimeries. He was a member of the largest army hell had since the fall of Lucifer himself. He was made a general and instilled the great battle that led to his demise.
I found all of this relative. My family, Father Hopkins, my visions, they are all connected some how. The next day I found my way back to elders house and I seen that it had been ransacked. I hurried down the stairs to the basement to find a creature standing over the elder. The creature seemed to be sucking the very soul from him. I picked up the bread knife off the table and began to grapple with the beast. His tentacle arms were trying to sweep my feet, but fail thanks to my training with Father Hopkins. I stabbed the eyes and the beast fell to his knees. With one fast and strong swipe, I decapitated the huge lurking beast.
“You have finally returned to your rightful place.” Said the elder. “ I take it you had the vision of the beast.” “I have never seen that thing before, and to be honest, I’m scared shitless.” “ I did not mean this beast. I am talking of the beast which ravaged and dishonored your family name…Goliath.” “Yes… but how did you know?” “ You were supposed to see it, it is time for his coming. I am sorry to say the next thing that I will help you do will be painful and gut wrenching. We are going to get him out of you.”
The elder was right. The next thing I did was one of the most painful experiences of my life. The elder placed me on the floor and began to chant an unknown language and placed several talismans upon my body. Then I felt a pain in my very heart. A burning and feeling to escape. Then from out of nowhere, a storm apears and the lighting and thunder pierce the sky. What the elder did next was stab my in the heart with a silver sword. Although it was in my heart and would surly have killed me, it didn’t. Just a sensation that equal to a baby being born, new life awakening. Blackness took hold of me and I passed out.
I awoke to the sound of clashing metal. The elder was readying Azeal with an ancient armor and giving him a sacred sword from the Order. “Now it is time for you to adorn yourself with the armor and weapons of your forefathers. He placed before me a suit of chain-mail and a dark red breast plate. After I was dressed he presented me with a great sword that was engraved with a ancient text. “This means ‘the ones who will protect the light, the right and the world’.” I was taken and finally came to realization why we were preparing for battle. I must fight the soul daemon of my grandfather. “ If you do not succeed today, we will train and defeat him another day.”
The battle for the souls of Earth will happen on the plains of Africa, the very cradle of life itself. We arrived on at the point where the soul was supposed to be re-born. The lightning cracked through the air. The sound of great hoofs was sounding throughout the land. As out of nowhere, a giant black as night horse was riding towards us. The man riding it look as if he was a some man of nature, and was wielding a short sword that was as if was fueled by the flames of hell. “I have been stopped before, but they were real warriors not the imitations that you are.” “GOLIATH… you will not pace and stop the bloodline. I will protect it.”
What happen next could have been worthy of the story of Middle Earth. Even though I was never trained with swords, a force inside of me compelled me to fight. I was dominating until Azeal was stabbed in the fight. He fell and with him also fell my moral. With me at the side of Azeal, I was in a prime position to be stuck down. Right as Goliath raised his sword, he got a look upon his withered face and dropped hi sword, jumped onto his horse and rode off into the great beyond.
I carried Azeal back to the town and to the elder. “We must give him a knights burning.” I insisted. “Even though he is not one of the knights, we will do as you say.” That night as Azeal was atop the burning stack of wood, I told the elder, “I must be ready, show me the ways of the Order. I will protect the bloodline.” “The last Cimeries has returned to the old ways.” He said.
“My name is not Cimeries. My name is Hopkins.”
by the way, Phantom of the Opera is freaking awsome i love the music and the acting was great
but here is the first draft of my privious story
Cimeries Awakening
The days were known to those of the plains as the days the dead will walk, a local tradition that once a year for seven days the devil, on his black horse, would bring the dead to complete the task of the offering. The offering was that of the souls that were the creators of evil and the crusaders of the good. Even though through many considerations, the plains people would not listen and continue to say that the devil is awakened. This weary soul is one of the non-believers, but I could not stop the truth of my own experience with traditions and daemons.
‘The fallen do not receive the penance of everlasting life.’ I was told this the day I renounced my faith, and left the church because of the faulty processions and deals with the devil himself. I was not meant for the life of the evil and yet I have the overwhelming feeling that I have the hidden meaning of death and destruction. Never known to me, my true past, present and future lie here in Africa, the place where I was summoned by either my heart or my mind. My family heritage was always a mystery, for I was an orphan since I was of the age of three. The church’s kindest member, Father Hopkins, found me and took me in and taught me the ways of good and of the faith.
Over the years, I was taught the legends of the church and daemons, the knights’ templar and the legend of the offering. I was raised as I was to become a priest and continue Father Hopkins, he was the father of me and I even took his name, I was from then on known as Charles Hopkins. I grew up always traveling with Father Hopkins all over the world, and seen things not meant for mankind’s eyes, let alone a child’s. I was shaken as a child and by the time I was a young adult of the age of 19, I was immune to the horrors of the terrible hidden world shown to me. The secrets of the occult were revealed to me at a young age. I was taught the ways to fight the “evil” and the forms of which they take. I was to follow in the foot steps of my newly found father. “There is a strong force and spirit inside of you my son.” Father Hopkins told me this when he gave me a black onyx sickle, he said I was ready to receive what will one day be my salvation. The next week Father Hopkins was on assignment in the dark regions of Africa, the very region which I today am in, and was killed by the devil on his raging black horse, with black sy in his hand. Maybe that is why I was summoned. Back to avenge my father, or maybe to stop the force that bound him to the netherworld.
Along the way of my travels, many knew my name. I was told I was very similar in appearance and stature an old family that used to occupy the downtown main building. I was intrigued by the notion and thought that maybe I could find the truth of my forgotten past, the key to who I am and who I was meant to be. I was taken to an elder in the town of Alexzandreta, a few miles from where I met my new guide. My guides name was Azeal, and he said that he was told that we were supposed to meet. His father had given him the instructions before his death 12 years ago. I walked into the dark wrenches of a gloomy basement down a flight of stairs to what looked like an old library. There was a man, who looked in his mid-80s, in the corner looking at a stone template. “ You have returned to clam your rights, haven’t you?” said the man. “Uh, sir, I was told you know my family. Do you?” “The answers you seek are in the very book that I am reading now.” He holds up an old musty book, on the cover was written
‘The Knights of the Forgotten Code’. I was in shock and in awe at what I was placing my eyes. When all of a sudden, the man spoke the name which has never been laid on my ears, “Cimeries….” Azeal was shaken by the mention of the name. “What is it?” I asked of him. “That….that is….is…the name of the black horsed devil!”
I was in wonder at what it all meant. The man gave me the book and I had read through it more on the way back to my room. My family has been the protectors of a blood line that was fallen from the very archangel himself Michael. The angel had a child on earth and was the crusader against the darkness.
I feel asleep on the couch as soon as I hit it. A vision of a terrible beast was before me. It is like I am now the beast. Killing every man, woman and child in my way. No matter what I do to try and stop ‘I’ will not. Screams are loud as a wrap my long arm and around a little child squeezing until……pop! I wake up in a cold sweat. I look around and I am no longer on the couch. In fact I am no longer in the living room I am in the middle of the lobby. It is early still and no one has awoken yet. I stumble back to my room, and feel the blood that is on my cloths. What is this?!?! Could the vision be real…..or am I realizing the stress of my life? I open the door of my room and see that all the food is all over the place. Chairs thrown around and the couch flipped upside down. A rasberry jam container is empty on the floor. That is what is on my clothes. I must be crazy thinking a dream with me being a creature with a dark sight and a raging horse.
The Knights of the Forgotten Code are in fact a branch of what I was recently released from…the Catholic church. They were the defenders of the earth until the bloodline was of age to take their place as leader. Although my heritage is full of great things, but also back dealings and daemons of our own. My great-great-great grandfather was a leader of the black cult and made a deal with the devil to bring the bloodline down. He was killed by his own son in disgust during the great battle of that time. Along with his son the bloodline help banish him to hell. Its said that his soul lives on through his own line and will one day complete the task that was given to him. His name was Goliath Cimeries. He was a member of the largest army hell had since the fall of Lucifer himself. He was made a general and instilled the great battle that led to his demise.
I found all of this relative. My family, Father Hopkins, my visions, they are all connected some how. The next day I found my way back to elders house and I seen that it had been ransacked. I hurried down the stairs to the basement to find a creature standing over the elder. The creature seemed to be sucking the very soul from him. I picked up the bread knife off the table and began to grapple with the beast. His tentacle arms were trying to sweep my feet, but fail thanks to my training with Father Hopkins. I stabbed the eyes and the beast fell to his knees. With one fast and strong swipe, I decapitated the huge lurking beast.
“You have finally returned to your rightful place.” Said the elder. “ I take it you had the vision of the beast.” “I have never seen that thing before, and to be honest, I’m scared shitless.” “ I did not mean this beast. I am talking of the beast which ravaged and dishonored your family name…Goliath.” “Yes… but how did you know?” “ You were supposed to see it, it is time for his coming. I am sorry to say the next thing that I will help you do will be painful and gut wrenching. We are going to get him out of you.”
The elder was right. The next thing I did was one of the most painful experiences of my life. The elder placed me on the floor and began to chant an unknown language and placed several talismans upon my body. Then I felt a pain in my very heart. A burning and feeling to escape. Then from out of nowhere, a storm apears and the lighting and thunder pierce the sky. What the elder did next was stab my in the heart with a silver sword. Although it was in my heart and would surly have killed me, it didn’t. Just a sensation that equal to a baby being born, new life awakening. Blackness took hold of me and I passed out.
I awoke to the sound of clashing metal. The elder was readying Azeal with an ancient armor and giving him a sacred sword from the Order. “Now it is time for you to adorn yourself with the armor and weapons of your forefathers. He placed before me a suit of chain-mail and a dark red breast plate. After I was dressed he presented me with a great sword that was engraved with a ancient text. “This means ‘the ones who will protect the light, the right and the world’.” I was taken and finally came to realization why we were preparing for battle. I must fight the soul daemon of my grandfather. “ If you do not succeed today, we will train and defeat him another day.”
The battle for the souls of Earth will happen on the plains of Africa, the very cradle of life itself. We arrived on at the point where the soul was supposed to be re-born. The lightning cracked through the air. The sound of great hoofs was sounding throughout the land. As out of nowhere, a giant black as night horse was riding towards us. The man riding it look as if he was a some man of nature, and was wielding a short sword that was as if was fueled by the flames of hell. “I have been stopped before, but they were real warriors not the imitations that you are.” “GOLIATH… you will not pace and stop the bloodline. I will protect it.”
What happen next could have been worthy of the story of Middle Earth. Even though I was never trained with swords, a force inside of me compelled me to fight. I was dominating until Azeal was stabbed in the fight. He fell and with him also fell my moral. With me at the side of Azeal, I was in a prime position to be stuck down. Right as Goliath raised his sword, he got a look upon his withered face and dropped hi sword, jumped onto his horse and rode off into the great beyond.
I carried Azeal back to the town and to the elder. “We must give him a knights burning.” I insisted. “Even though he is not one of the knights, we will do as you say.” That night as Azeal was atop the burning stack of wood, I told the elder, “I must be ready, show me the ways of the Order. I will protect the bloodline.” “The last Cimeries has returned to the old ways.” He said.
“My name is not Cimeries. My name is Hopkins.”