ϟ ☱ Akame ga Kill FC ☱ ϟ
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Well... There was an episode called Kill the Newcomers and they didn't actually kill them, so Kurome might live...
And next ep is probably gonna have the Esdeath vs Night Raid fight they took out.
And next ep is probably gonna have the Esdeath vs Night Raid fight they took out.
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Well, Ran got at best like one minute of flying, and all of his character defining moments are gone as well. At least you can tell Wave's personality from the anime while Ran is just there.
OT: I woke up in the morning, went into the kitchen, Ran wasn't there :|
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i personally want an ep where esdeath professes her inherent love for naruto base forums poster 'funky tiger'
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Somehow my hair color is almost the same as (anime) Syura's.
I'm really curious now, will the manga's ending correspond to the anime one? Sure, the manga is going to continue for a while, but will the same or similar storyline actually be used for both?
I'm really curious now, will the manga's ending correspond to the anime one? Sure, the manga is going to continue for a while, but will the same or similar storyline actually be used for both?
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Friends, sadists, demons (mainly PP), traps, necrophiles, pedophiles, masochists, narcissists, erotophonophiles, I have a story to tell you all, and I hope you will open a way for it into your hearts.
And that ends the story of my day today, and by sharing it, I hope that you, too, can become a saviour and an artist just like me.
Today, as I have finished the same old school, I began walking the same old path I take when going home. I could see. The road below my feet, the buildings and houses I passed, the cars, and even the flowers were exactly the same as always, just how I remember them. However, continuing my walk, I come across something different. . . Something unsightly and disgusting, something that has no place on MY road.
That something was, curse my tongue for saying this word, were a pair of men holding hands... In other words... Homosexuals. I stopped. I could feel it. I could feel it rising inside of my mind, taking over my body. This emotion. I know it. I know it well. Yes, it was... anger. No, that would be an understatement. It wasn't that I was angry, but rather... I was furious. The anger, the rage I could feel flowing through my body had strength that was on par with millions of dripping vaginas stronger than the thunder. I could literally feel my throat heating up, about to throw out fire like a dragon, and my vision going red like the rage inside me has taken on color in front of my eyes. The world was red and I was ready to attack with the power comparable to that of a nuclear explosion, but... Suddenly, it vanished. My anger was no longer there as a certain feeling hit me like a bag of bricks... It was realization.
I realized that I am no mad dog, blinded by rage... No... I'm someone much more important... Yes... I knew what I am... I am the saviour, and more so, an artist. I knew it very well. There was only one person for this job and I knew that. I knew what had to be done... And so, throwing out my previous feelings of anger, I quickly unzipped my jacked and pulled something out that was stored inside... I pulled out two butcher knives, one for each hand. At this moment, I knew very well... It was time for me to bask in the glory of victory, the glory of saving the world even if it was a bit for now.
The two homosexuals, standing there, having no idea what was about to happen. As if I were a wolf and they were the prey, I rushed towards them, my knife piercing the first one's back as a shocked and painful scream escaped his mouths. The second one taken back from the sudden attack was still stuck in confusion for a moment and was too slow to react as I used up the oppurtunity to swing the second knife at my left, where he was standing, permanently slitting open his windpipe. The disgusting creature came falling to the ground with a loud thud, the last drops of life slipping away from his eyes.
For a second, a big smile spread across my face, but... I was not done yet, quickly turning back to the first homosexual, I kicked him down to the ground, pulling out my knife out of his back in the process. The thing rolled onto it's back, looking up at me, his eyes begging for mercy mixed in with confusion as to why I was doing this, my blades found their way right above his face, completely covered in blood as it dripped down the disgusting homosexual's face, mixing with his tears.
Not wanting to see that disease being alive any longer, I striked down with both of my blades, piercing into his eyes and shoving them deeply into his skull. I could hear him scream out of such horrible pain, his body trashing around violently, trying to get away as his last act before death.
Satisfied with his body suddenly going calm, the smile that previously adored my face found it's way back. Much bigger this time. I could feel the happiness feeling my body, as I just helped this world become more beautiful than before. I knew that every last man and woman out there would be filled with happiness. Even the families of the two homosexuals, even if I have to slit their throats in order to stop the wailing from escaping their mouth or even if I have to use a sharp blade to carve a big smile into their faces myself.
However, even after their deaths, my work here isn't done... As I have mentioned before... I am an artist after-all. Not just some unskilled murderer who would kill his victims and just leave them there. Yes, I am not like that. I do not lack artistic vision. I am not here just to save, but create artful masterpieces that will be remembered years, no, decades from now on.
Picking up the first corpse, I brought it to the nearest tree, and began working on my newest art piece. First, I carved a smile into his face to show how grateful he was to me that I freed his soul from this disease called homosexuality. Then, I opened up his stomach, shoved my hand inside and brought out his bowels. Taking the bowels I climbed up the tree and started tying them to multiple branches, raising the body high enough so that it would hang from the tree.
Going back down, I looked over my work with growing delight. The body had it's stomach ripped out with the bowels tied around many branches off the tree, making the body hang from a tree, thus making it look like it was a puppet, the body, and it's strings, the bowels, being manipulated by it's owner's hands, the tree's branches. What I was trying to represent here is that life, the body of a person, is nothing more than a puppet being manipulated by the society, the owner, thus not allowing a person true freedom.
Done with the first part of this masterpiece, I reached out for my knife again, pushing it against the hanging corpse's crotch, still being covered by his pants thank god, and with a swift move, I sliced his crotch open all up to the abdomen, blood and a few other offals falling out. I have granted this disgusting creature's wish and turned him into what he always wanted to be, a person with no male organ.
It would be wrong to call it a woman, as I do not treat my female victims this way. Rather, I leave them alive because females have always been more pure. Not only are they the source of life and carry a beautiful, artistic body shape to begin with, but also, their emotions are much stronger. Not to mention that keeping them alive while working on my art satisfies my sense of lust, or rather, raping them would allow you to see the whole breakdown happeing right in your arms.
Anyways, going back to my art work. Already done with everything else, I'm ready to add the finishing touches. I take my knife and carve openings below the corpse's breast areas. With that done, I slit the corpse's arms and gouge out two big enough pieces of muscle, which I stuff into the openings of both breast areas, making it seem like the chest was bigger than it really is, thus finally finishing what the disgusting thing wanted to be, and leave it there as a warning to any homosexual to commit suicide before I get to them.
Finished with my first work, I walked down to the second corpse. Taking out my knife again, I began dismembering the man. With the head, I do something special and gouge out both eyes. Done doing so, I look around until I spot a big enough wooden pole which I then make sure is stuck into the ground. Still not finished with preparations, I find a few branches, news papers, and anything that can burn well scattered around the ground, which I take and place around the pole. Going back to the pieces of the corpse, I bring them all to the pole, and begin laying them on the materials around the pole. Taking the head, I finish the preparations by putting it on top of the pole.
I am ready to create my second work of art. I take my school bag and bring out a small can of fuel that I carry around in it just in case. I begin spreading the fuel around the pole, on the many body parts of the second homosexual. Done with doing so, I take out a lighter stored inside in my jacket and with a big smile on my face, I throw it onto the fuel as a big fire suddenly bursts out around the pole, burning the body parts, only the eyeless head on top of the pole being visible.
In this piece, the fire is representing the ever burning flames of justice and the eyeless head is representing Death watching over them, and the lack of eyes in the head are representing that despite not having any eyes, Death always watches over the society.
Finishing up, I began continue walking towards my home away from my master pieces, a big smile spread from one ear to another still being a friend with my face, knowing that who ever passes by next will be met by the welcome sight of my beautiful art.
That something was, curse my tongue for saying this word, were a pair of men holding hands... In other words... Homosexuals. I stopped. I could feel it. I could feel it rising inside of my mind, taking over my body. This emotion. I know it. I know it well. Yes, it was... anger. No, that would be an understatement. It wasn't that I was angry, but rather... I was furious. The anger, the rage I could feel flowing through my body had strength that was on par with millions of dripping vaginas stronger than the thunder. I could literally feel my throat heating up, about to throw out fire like a dragon, and my vision going red like the rage inside me has taken on color in front of my eyes. The world was red and I was ready to attack with the power comparable to that of a nuclear explosion, but... Suddenly, it vanished. My anger was no longer there as a certain feeling hit me like a bag of bricks... It was realization.
I realized that I am no mad dog, blinded by rage... No... I'm someone much more important... Yes... I knew what I am... I am the saviour, and more so, an artist. I knew it very well. There was only one person for this job and I knew that. I knew what had to be done... And so, throwing out my previous feelings of anger, I quickly unzipped my jacked and pulled something out that was stored inside... I pulled out two butcher knives, one for each hand. At this moment, I knew very well... It was time for me to bask in the glory of victory, the glory of saving the world even if it was a bit for now.
The two homosexuals, standing there, having no idea what was about to happen. As if I were a wolf and they were the prey, I rushed towards them, my knife piercing the first one's back as a shocked and painful scream escaped his mouths. The second one taken back from the sudden attack was still stuck in confusion for a moment and was too slow to react as I used up the oppurtunity to swing the second knife at my left, where he was standing, permanently slitting open his windpipe. The disgusting creature came falling to the ground with a loud thud, the last drops of life slipping away from his eyes.
For a second, a big smile spread across my face, but... I was not done yet, quickly turning back to the first homosexual, I kicked him down to the ground, pulling out my knife out of his back in the process. The thing rolled onto it's back, looking up at me, his eyes begging for mercy mixed in with confusion as to why I was doing this, my blades found their way right above his face, completely covered in blood as it dripped down the disgusting homosexual's face, mixing with his tears.
Not wanting to see that disease being alive any longer, I striked down with both of my blades, piercing into his eyes and shoving them deeply into his skull. I could hear him scream out of such horrible pain, his body trashing around violently, trying to get away as his last act before death.
Satisfied with his body suddenly going calm, the smile that previously adored my face found it's way back. Much bigger this time. I could feel the happiness feeling my body, as I just helped this world become more beautiful than before. I knew that every last man and woman out there would be filled with happiness. Even the families of the two homosexuals, even if I have to slit their throats in order to stop the wailing from escaping their mouth or even if I have to use a sharp blade to carve a big smile into their faces myself.
However, even after their deaths, my work here isn't done... As I have mentioned before... I am an artist after-all. Not just some unskilled murderer who would kill his victims and just leave them there. Yes, I am not like that. I do not lack artistic vision. I am not here just to save, but create artful masterpieces that will be remembered years, no, decades from now on.
Picking up the first corpse, I brought it to the nearest tree, and began working on my newest art piece. First, I carved a smile into his face to show how grateful he was to me that I freed his soul from this disease called homosexuality. Then, I opened up his stomach, shoved my hand inside and brought out his bowels. Taking the bowels I climbed up the tree and started tying them to multiple branches, raising the body high enough so that it would hang from the tree.
Going back down, I looked over my work with growing delight. The body had it's stomach ripped out with the bowels tied around many branches off the tree, making the body hang from a tree, thus making it look like it was a puppet, the body, and it's strings, the bowels, being manipulated by it's owner's hands, the tree's branches. What I was trying to represent here is that life, the body of a person, is nothing more than a puppet being manipulated by the society, the owner, thus not allowing a person true freedom.
Done with the first part of this masterpiece, I reached out for my knife again, pushing it against the hanging corpse's crotch, still being covered by his pants thank god, and with a swift move, I sliced his crotch open all up to the abdomen, blood and a few other offals falling out. I have granted this disgusting creature's wish and turned him into what he always wanted to be, a person with no male organ.
It would be wrong to call it a woman, as I do not treat my female victims this way. Rather, I leave them alive because females have always been more pure. Not only are they the source of life and carry a beautiful, artistic body shape to begin with, but also, their emotions are much stronger. Not to mention that keeping them alive while working on my art satisfies my sense of lust, or rather, raping them would allow you to see the whole breakdown happeing right in your arms.
Anyways, going back to my art work. Already done with everything else, I'm ready to add the finishing touches. I take my knife and carve openings below the corpse's breast areas. With that done, I slit the corpse's arms and gouge out two big enough pieces of muscle, which I stuff into the openings of both breast areas, making it seem like the chest was bigger than it really is, thus finally finishing what the disgusting thing wanted to be, and leave it there as a warning to any homosexual to commit suicide before I get to them.
Finished with my first work, I walked down to the second corpse. Taking out my knife again, I began dismembering the man. With the head, I do something special and gouge out both eyes. Done doing so, I look around until I spot a big enough wooden pole which I then make sure is stuck into the ground. Still not finished with preparations, I find a few branches, news papers, and anything that can burn well scattered around the ground, which I take and place around the pole. Going back to the pieces of the corpse, I bring them all to the pole, and begin laying them on the materials around the pole. Taking the head, I finish the preparations by putting it on top of the pole.
I am ready to create my second work of art. I take my school bag and bring out a small can of fuel that I carry around in it just in case. I begin spreading the fuel around the pole, on the many body parts of the second homosexual. Done with doing so, I take out a lighter stored inside in my jacket and with a big smile on my face, I throw it onto the fuel as a big fire suddenly bursts out around the pole, burning the body parts, only the eyeless head on top of the pole being visible.
In this piece, the fire is representing the ever burning flames of justice and the eyeless head is representing Death watching over them, and the lack of eyes in the head are representing that despite not having any eyes, Death always watches over the society.
Finishing up, I began continue walking towards my home away from my master pieces, a big smile spread from one ear to another still being a friend with my face, knowing that who ever passes by next will be met by the welcome sight of my beautiful art.
And that ends the story of my day today, and by sharing it, I hope that you, too, can become a saviour and an artist just like me.
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I don't honestly care if someone is walking down the street as a homosexual, but if two gay couple, men, make out in public it is disgusting. Yes, I wouldn't mind much straight make out but am offended by homosexual act.
Inb4 double standards and equality, such does not exist in world and is a manmade term.
Inb4 double standards and equality, such does not exist in world and is a manmade term.
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Such a term is made by the society who live under the false assumptions that kindess is a humane act. They live by such beliefs just to think that they are good people and feel good about themselves. Society lacks artistic vision and is heavily misinformed. It is not acts of kindness that defines humans, but rather acts of sins. Throughout history, humanity has been known for it's cruelty, not kindness.
So double standars and equality are in no way humane. They are just yet another lie created by the society which confuses humane with inhumane. However, I am not like them. I do not confuse the two terms, and thus I am more human than they will ever be. I understand the greatness behind slaying homosexuals.
And he wears that title proudly as a human unlike you, inhumane scum.
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To be honest, I really dislike any kind of public displays of affection. And homosexuality is banned in my country :| I'm not homophobic myself though since I don't care.
I'm not homophobic, no guy likes to watch two guys make out even if they have a gay friend. It's disgusting man.
As if anyone would say "Aww... they're gay" lol. 90% would throw up even if it was a girl. Witnessed.
You're just going mad lol.
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Madness? Perhaps. Madness is a term associated with humanity, thus it is a humane term. Being mad means being human, but it's meaning is confused with insanity. It is not that I am insane, but rather, it means I am humane. That I understand the truth, unlike the mis-informed swine.