This is the story of a dark assassin, named Caedost. As his title suggests, he is a very skilled assassin, who does not pay much attention to morals, or to holiness. Some say he was a devil-spawn, others say he used to place trust in people, but no longer does so. The first is not true. Well, not yet. The second is true. He was betrayed by a close friend, and was almost killed. He closed his heart to all afterwards, and learned the art of the assassin to have his revenge on the traitor, with help from another friend. After doing so, the story spread like wildfire, and was hired for many assassinations, some evil, some good. The friend wanted to help Caedost, but Caedost told the friend that he had already closed off his heart for good, and would never trust anyone again. Although Caedost didn’t even trust his friend, he did not want harm to befall his friend. And so it was fortunate that he had the honor of killing their assassin, Dr. Naora. He was supposed to give surgery, but instead murdered his friend. Treating it with priority, he swiftly killed the doctor. He then saw a ghost of his friend, Jane Doe. He tried to talk to her, but she just kept saying “Dr. Naora”. Then he lost his temper, and released his dark arts into an attack on the building. The building was destroyed, and there was no rubble. He began to attack innocent people, and train others in the arcane arts. He trained 6 people, and in an attempt to test his own strength, He brought them to a boxing arena, at which he challenged them to a fight. They were all valiant fighters, but Caedost had become insane, and held nothing back, not afraid to exhaust his body of power through complex manipulation of darkness. He killed 5, and was exhausted as the last fighter casted a spell that exhausted the rest of his energy. The fighter knew he had not enough energy to kill Caedost, so he insted sealed him to the boxing arena room. Caedost found himself unable to escape the curse, so he made sure nobody would do something like this to him again. Dark minded people such as thieves that wished to become rogues, bandits, and even assassins came to him for training, but he never taught them how to master the arcane arts, until they were incredibly powerful. Since he was essentially the god of all the evil people, the tyrants, and tryanny in its purest essence, he called himself the “Dark Lord”. read more

Remember that preview I showed you a while back of a movie I was creating? Well, that movie is now finished.

And before you go complaining that the preview makes up the first part of the movie, that was my intent from the start. My preview was the intro to the full deal.

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nProtect, plz patch gamegaurd

GGK (type of bypass for hacking) is supposed to be patched in this new GameGaurd(GG) version. JMS has GG v824 (gamegaurd version 824) right now GMS has GG v818.

818 is easy to hack with according to my source.
But in v824 GGK and GR are both patched so nobody can hack.

PLEASE PATCH GAMEGAURD SO MAPLERS BECOME LEGIT AGAIN!

First of all,you might think that this doesn’t concern you a bit, but oh well.

Well, how many blogs were on which world people play in?
This is yet, another blog on that.

But I just wanna know.

Who plays in Broa? Or Windia? Or Bera? Or Scania? -_-
Or all those other worlds. Even MapleSeans can participate in my simple poll. I know in MSEA too

Well, start off with me. read more

I’ve been trying to finish writing the second part of ‘All I Want’ but I have no creative jumps whatsoever. >_<
Anyway, back to my.. fun day in Maple.. :d

Well, my friend and I were heading down to deep Ludi to kill ourselves, when some level 54 or so Fighter comes up and starts spamming that we’re hackers. Just because of the fact, that we both could take damage from a Death Teddy. >_> We moved along – he was still following, and ended up at Thanatoses. Seeing as how there was no Thanatos spawned, we just tele’d through to get to the other side and see if there were Gatekeepers. Apparently, the Fighter whispered my friend saying he got killed by a Thanatos that came from the left. It probably spawned while we were running to Gatekeepers. In other words, I lost five fame.. >_> read more

Episode 3 Building Ryuu A New Weapon

Kunai leaps to his feet, kicking a large stone in frustration. Ayame shakes her head. “It’s no use sitting here and contemplating about it now. We’ve gotta take action and find Lily. I’m sure the Myougun are hot on the trail hunting after her even as we speak.”

Ryuu shakes his head in contradiction. “No. Before we do that, before we do anything else, there’s one minor thing that we’ve gotta do first.” read more

Ok, this by far is the most glitched up map. NO MONSTERS. You remember that constant porange mushroom swarm? Gone. How bout those trusty octpoi? yeah those are gone too. The abnoxious egotiscic bully has moved, but his ‘map shadow’ hasn’t (As seen in screenshot)

This is messed up.

This is why I don’t like patches…

Macaw’s pretty doggy made me wanna show all my pets too.. so here they are, all with short comments on each one.
Oh and if you’ve seen any of my previous blogs.. you’ll notice that nearly every picture I’ve put has been in a link, well that’s only cause every picture I have is way too big to attatch..

Kelly the still living nearly 6 year old deer mouse!
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Ryder and Ziggy being held by tiny me
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Ryder and Ziggy being all squishy under a thingy
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My Rorey who I still miss so much..
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Maxey in my old house holding his blankey. He had that thing for many years
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All my most recent ratties. In order from left to right they’re: read more

Why doesint it let me go in the Town?=(

Notes – link
Chapter 1 – link
Chapter 2 – link

And get stronger he did. He quickly made the trip to Kerning City and spoke with the Dark Lord. His luck made him a likely thief, but it was his desire for revenge that the Dark Lord found great promise in. After his becoming a thief, something which would have required at least a day’s celebration before, he quickly headed over to Heneseys. The Dark Lord had told him to go there to begin to hone his skills. After following the Dark Lord’s directions, he came to a small city in the middle of the plains in southern Victoria. There he went to the market, and bought a throwing glove, as shown in a guide he’d received from the Dark Lord, and some quality stars. His sacrificed none of his acquired wealth on his equipment. He knew this was the key to his rapid training and progression.
For days on end, he spent all the energy he had in the plains, taking out anything he could. He increased the distance he could throw, the accuracy, but more than anything, the deadliness of his stars. His skill with luck let him be miles ahead of those with experience equal to his, and as before, others noticed. Unlike before, however, he cared none for the social opportunities it provided. He was a loner, and people felt that, and did not try to pursue a friendship with him. As his skills progressed he began to try out more advanced, heavier throwing gloves. He found they greatly increased the momentum behind the stars, but they were much too bulky for his liking, and he quickly returned to his old glove. Eventually he began to try two stars at once, as he had seen better thieves than him do. At first it was sloppy and inaccurate, almost worse than throwing one, but he persevered. His thirst for revenge fueled his practice, and he quickly mastered the two-star art as he had any other skill.
His training was going well, better than anyone would have guessed. However, one day while resting in Heneseys, a man with a spear tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around, stars on the edge of his glove.
“Are you Derrin, son of Terel, the merchant in Lith Harbor?”
“Yes, but how do you…”
“Prepare to die you filthy traitor!”
The spearman stabbed forward. Almost reflexively, Derrin dove right. The spear stabbed inches away from his feet. He swiftly stood up, and hopped back.
“Lucky little brat…” the man mumbled as he reared back for a second stab. Before he could even bring his spear forward, two, and then four stars laid lodged in his chest. He fell to the ground.
“The weak… spot in my armor…” he gasped before passing out. The boy stood in triumph over the man. Suddenly an emblem on the man’s sleeve stood out. Under it read “Hand of Bilio.” These were the people who had killed his family. Memories came rushing back, and Derrin stood in a daze. A firm hand on his shoulder and something sharp poking into his back brought him out of it, “Don’t move.” read more