The island of the dead.
An island lost to time.
An island inhabited with demons and undead horrors.
So what happens when you get washed up on the island of the dead?
You fight to get off it. That's what you do.
And currently for Aphmau, Laurence, Ga...
THIS IS NOT BLOODY CANNON! ONLY TWO PARTS IS AND I WILL DECLARE IT WHEN IT SHOWS UP!!!
Hello! Merry Christmas and happy new year to all! Been awhile since I've greeted you all like this. Now on this special....um...reason I'm doing this is because I found this present on my door step the other day and I have no clue what it is. It's golden wrapped, silver ribbons and this weird Wax seal on it. It says.... USOssassino.... Imperium of man? I swear that's a cult thing...I don't know. We almost opened it and almost unleashed a eater virus plague upon London that would have wiped us all out, King started it. I swear. King: (He walks into the office) Hey what you doing? ARGH! (Pointing a shotgun at the illustrator) King: Hey! Hey! Put the gun away! No! I ain't putting it away! King: It's illegal for owning guns here! Only for fox hunting! You are a fox! King: My family's symbol is a bear! My family's name literally translates into a f**king flower! Now get out! King: No! I came to grab my sketchbook! Go away! (Accidentally fires the shotgun into the wall next to King) King: Gods! Cuir an damn rud air falbh! (He draws his own revolver) 他妈的你说什么？
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Christmas is peaceful time of year. Even for the constantly warring states of Ru'uan, it is a brief time for peace. Where family come together, friends celebrate and loved ones' embrace. A rare time among many yet savoured by so few. And as you could imagine, many in Sparta were taking this with both hands.
The matron's district: Sparta, Ru'uan. Christmas Eve.
Snow fell heavy on the cobbled streets of the Matron's district. Zabuza made his way through the near empty streets, his steps muffled by the thick layer of snow. The windows of still open shops growled warmly with displayed food and presents. The street lanterns glowed with a light orange hue. The bars that were on each corner of each street were echoing with laughter and drunk singing. Several inns were packed to bursting with visitors and parties. In the centre of the square was a large Christmas tree, decorated with tinsel, ball balls, stars and much more festive attire. Past that was the gates to the dragon legion, decorated with golden tinsel and holly & Ivy wreath in the centre. Zabuza let out a sigh of cold condensed air as he pushed the gates open before shutting it close. He pulled his beige trench coat closer to his body as he walked through the gravelled path that had sprinkled snow upon it. Tucking his chin and lower part of his face with his woolly white scarf; he pulled out a small charm that he had tucked in his jeans. It dangled from a small silver chain that had been clipped to his belt. A mini version of his infamous sword dangling at the end. He sighted, shaking off the feeling of regret that lingered in the back of his mind; like a unwavering shadow. He tucked the charm into his pocket, like he was trying to bury the past. He glanced up at the dark sky, snow falling down on his face. "Happy Christmas Kakashi. Hope you're having a good time this year." Zabuza muttered before continuing to walk towards the legion. The path was lit by small glowing lanterns on each side of the path. He shivered, pulling his white scarf up to his mouth before continuing to walk down the path. He took a quick turn before he entered the hall, pushing away the foliage and dangling tree branches. In the centre of small clearing was a massive oak tree, breaches spread out like it was trying to shield the clearing. A single name was carved into the trunk, Zabuza refused to read it; mostly out of shame and regret. He pulled a bottle of cider out of his pocket, before leaving it next to the trunk. He could feel the eyes of the Eagles that had gathered on the branches stare at him accusingly, he knew why they were. He clasped his hands in a silent prayer, not muttering a single word yet still in respect for his late older brother. "These years don't get any better Jeffory. Happy Christmas brother. We still miss you." Zabuza said, cracking the cider bottle open before pouring it all over the grave. He then slowly turned away from the grave and towards the hall. He opened the door to the hall with a single light push. He stumbled in and shut the door but not before a blast of cold air and snow entered in with him. The fire place was crackling, a pile of dry branches fuelling the raging fire. Beer and malt wine stained the floor, it's smell lingering in the air. Tapestries of historical events hung from the walls as coat of arms from previous members were nailed into the walls. He grumbled angrily as he walked up to the second floor while removing his coat and scarf. He opened the door to the master's office. "Happy Christmas brother." Zabazua said, pulling a bottle of bourbon from the pocket of his trench coat. "Oh? You came. Didn't think you were coming." Dragon Knight replied, a surprised look on his face. "I come on my own terms. Didn't want to break up the drunken festivities." Zabuza chuckled as he saw his elder brother pull out two shot glasses from underneath his desk. "Oh trust me. That would have been helpful." The elder brother replied with a laugh, pulling a seat out for his younger brother to sit. "Please. Sit brother. Tell me about your year."
