Hey, guys, Cyrix here just wanting to tell you that I'm going to be giving you gifts for Christmas, in fact, gifts till New Year. Every day something BIG or HUGE will be posted. For example, Tomorrow will be a double post of something you guys love. Maybe I'll make you guys a picture for the empire. WHO KNOWS. Merry Christmas to all of you.
And I have another thing to ask. Why aren't you guys commenting any more. Really, I think it's time for a....pause for dramatic effect and hope to win cookies ROOOOOLLLLCALLLLLL! Really. Guys, for all I know only 2 people view this thing. So do me a favordorea, make a comment on any post and make your self none, make it BIG and AWESOOOOMEEE like a Mazeltov Cocktail blowing up in my face. And do me a favor. Give Santa, or Saint Cyrix, you decide a big, round, juicy COOKIE!!!!! Emperor Loging out, only to write the next 7 wishes
Monday, December 16, 2013
Thursday, December 12, 2013
7 Gifts
NIGHT 4: DEMONS
When I woke up, or, at least thought I had, nothing was the same. LIke the world wasn't ready. I was...floating, like a bird. There was a pathway, made of bones. Was this Hell? I did't understand. I still had three days left. Grim hadn't even said anything about it, he hadn't appeared.
There was a sign... It read "Qui sines ipse pater sufferre ira deus et pater"
When I woke up, or, at least thought I had, nothing was the same. LIke the world wasn't ready. I was...floating, like a bird. There was a pathway, made of bones. Was this Hell? I did't understand. I still had three days left. Grim hadn't even said anything about it, he hadn't appeared.
There was a sign... It read "Qui sines ipse pater sufferre ira deus et pater"
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Nelson Mendela
The World Lost a great figure last week, Nelson Mandela. He was 95. A freedom fighter, now granted the ultimate freedom.
Nelson Mandela was the first in his family to attend school. Instead of taking his father's place as chief of his tribe, he studied law. He helped create ANCYL, a non-violent group of protesters against unfair and unjust policies for blacks. He would later on change his position to armed protesting. He was sentenced for 5 years in prison for a strike, but ended up wasting 27. He was sentenced for life, and barely escaped the death sentence. On may tenth, 1994, he was sworn in as the first Black south African President.
But the world is truly missing his vision of good in others. His jailer became his best friend. When he was president, at a meeting I believe, he shook everyone's hand, but hugged the jailer saying, "He was my jailer, but he is my best friend."
Long live Rolihlahla, the trouble maker. Long live Dalibhunga, the one who passed the trials, Long live Mediba, the freedom fighter, And Long Live Nelson Mandela, King, of South Africa.
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Nelson Mandela was the first in his family to attend school. Instead of taking his father's place as chief of his tribe, he studied law. He helped create ANCYL, a non-violent group of protesters against unfair and unjust policies for blacks. He would later on change his position to armed protesting. He was sentenced for 5 years in prison for a strike, but ended up wasting 27. He was sentenced for life, and barely escaped the death sentence. On may tenth, 1994, he was sworn in as the first Black south African President.
But the world is truly missing his vision of good in others. His jailer became his best friend. When he was president, at a meeting I believe, he shook everyone's hand, but hugged the jailer saying, "He was my jailer, but he is my best friend."
Long live Rolihlahla, the trouble maker. Long live Dalibhunga, the one who passed the trials, Long live Mediba, the freedom fighter, And Long Live Nelson Mandela, King, of South Africa.
Nelson Mandela (1918-2013)
Freedom Fighter
Die Mense (The People in Afrikaans)
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Ok...I had a weird thanksgiving...
Ok, so I had a very...strange Thanksgiving. In a nutshell, the turkey came to life and started to use very strong and foul launage in gobble speak. So I told him, "There is no call for that type of launage, Paul", and Paul said "Gobble Gobble...Gobble Gobble."
Now, what he had just said was so rude, and mean, that I couldn't take it anymore. So I said "MMHM, you will not use that type of launage in my house mister!"
So...we uh... Kinda got into a dance battle, and I lost severely.
So, then, Evil Kenevil bursts out the window, yelling "Where's Ezio ye Beasts! EZIO!!!i like catz!!!!!!!"
Then the doors popout, even though John Morrison is dead, saying "Three doors down, three doors down!" in this phycodelic beat.
So Kenevil turns them down by singing baby. Why would a pirate sing baby, I don't know. Maybe he's insecure, has 7 cats and lives with his mom, Pirating is a tough life people!
So, Natrully, this annoys the turkey so much he swallows th house, with Kenevil and John Morrison.
So in the long version, We got turkey, said Gobble Gobble Gobble, and turkey turned alive and swallowed he house.
Sadly the turkey didn't swallow the outlets, and my iPads dieing. Luckily, I have Plague Inc and Bastion to keep me company. I want to beat Plague, and, my iPads at 45%, so I'm going to sing off here.
Oh, wait, do me a favor, I'm lazy, so can you comment gobbl
Now, what he had just said was so rude, and mean, that I couldn't take it anymore. So I said "MMHM, you will not use that type of launage in my house mister!"
So...we uh... Kinda got into a dance battle, and I lost severely.
So, then, Evil Kenevil bursts out the window, yelling "Where's Ezio ye Beasts! EZIO!!!i like catz!!!!!!!"
Then the doors popout, even though John Morrison is dead, saying "Three doors down, three doors down!" in this phycodelic beat.
So Kenevil turns them down by singing baby. Why would a pirate sing baby, I don't know. Maybe he's insecure, has 7 cats and lives with his mom, Pirating is a tough life people!
So, Natrully, this annoys the turkey so much he swallows th house, with Kenevil and John Morrison.
So in the long version, We got turkey, said Gobble Gobble Gobble, and turkey turned alive and swallowed he house.
Sadly the turkey didn't swallow the outlets, and my iPads dieing. Luckily, I have Plague Inc and Bastion to keep me company. I want to beat Plague, and, my iPads at 45%, so I'm going to sing off here.
Oh, wait, do me a favor, I'm lazy, so can you comment gobbl
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
7 Wishes
DAY 3: SLOTH
"Ok, so your idea of punishment is to make the kid feel like he's skisto-whatever. My idea of punishment is him being a walking zombie, or nearly killing him."
"Ne-, Grim, wait. The boy will fear. At least he said 'praying'. He will fear me like man first did, then welcome me as a father."
"Look, I get your soft and all, but I'd skin him, instead of "Making Him learn how to love god!". Coulda just put him through religious school, he'd fear you after that."
"Thank you for your kind advice and insult Nexus"
" I was fat-"
"Oh here we go again, with your vulgarity and hate for humankind."
"Sitting on my butt, stuffing my face with junk and then I died, became a reaper, and I reaper I will stay. You want to know why I hate you and Humanity, cause I was fat like those other buggers down there, and for you, Deus, you took me from my boy. Kid never knew me, and you killed me, with the diabetes and whatever other junk."
I woke up, and I was tired. I really was. One thing I learned is I'm not schizophrenic, because if i was schizophrenic, I'd be crazy. I'm not crazy, yet.
I didn't feel like school. Didn't feel like going to school, or reading, or even playing a game. Didn't even think of moving. In fact, I could barely move.
So I stayed on my bed, waiting for my mom to wake me up. But after 12:00 I realised it wasn't Friday, it was Saturday.
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But, that didn't mean I could just sleep. I meant, I was entitled to do anything I felt like. Mom couldn't do nothing. And yes, cause its Saturday, I don't care at all about anything. Including grammar.
After 2:00 I got hungry. Like, real hungry. So hungry, I think I saw Grim in my window. And that too. Grim can just take his own sole. Cause its saturday, and I don't care at all.
When I got up to go get some grub for my tum, I couldn't move. No, really, I couldn't move. No, I'm not joking, someone get a doctor
I couldn't feel anything. I became numb, and soon, I was scared.
"MOM!! MA!!!!
ANYONE, I CAN'T MOVE!!
OH GOD, MY THROAT, I... CA..NT BREATH!"
My throat collapsed in on itself. The room Became HaZy. I could almost see my mother and Ben rushing in. Ben was crying. My mom was in shock. Because if I heard her correctly, my neck, was what caved in.
I woke up in the hospital, and puked over my self. I couldn't even move to turn, so It was stuck on my lap. My mother took a rag and cleaned me off. Apparently, this was the 7th time this had happened. I couldn't move except for my eyes and mouth. Yet I couldn't talk, I was voiceless. The doctor said the had to remove my vocal cords in order to save me. I would of course been given the patched ones.
They said they couldn't find out why this happened, and were especially baffled how i survived while they turn of the oxygen. They said god must of saved me, but I know better, God's the one who did this.
"Ok, so your idea of punishment is to make the kid feel like he's skisto-whatever. My idea of punishment is him being a walking zombie, or nearly killing him."
"Ne-, Grim, wait. The boy will fear. At least he said 'praying'. He will fear me like man first did, then welcome me as a father."
"Look, I get your soft and all, but I'd skin him, instead of "Making Him learn how to love god!". Coulda just put him through religious school, he'd fear you after that."
"Thank you for your kind advice and insult Nexus"
" I was fat-"
"Oh here we go again, with your vulgarity and hate for humankind."
"Sitting on my butt, stuffing my face with junk and then I died, became a reaper, and I reaper I will stay. You want to know why I hate you and Humanity, cause I was fat like those other buggers down there, and for you, Deus, you took me from my boy. Kid never knew me, and you killed me, with the diabetes and whatever other junk."
I woke up, and I was tired. I really was. One thing I learned is I'm not schizophrenic, because if i was schizophrenic, I'd be crazy. I'm not crazy, yet.
I didn't feel like school. Didn't feel like going to school, or reading, or even playing a game. Didn't even think of moving. In fact, I could barely move.
So I stayed on my bed, waiting for my mom to wake me up. But after 12:00 I realised it wasn't Friday, it was Saturday.
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But, that didn't mean I could just sleep. I meant, I was entitled to do anything I felt like. Mom couldn't do nothing. And yes, cause its Saturday, I don't care at all about anything. Including grammar.
After 2:00 I got hungry. Like, real hungry. So hungry, I think I saw Grim in my window. And that too. Grim can just take his own sole. Cause its saturday, and I don't care at all.
When I got up to go get some grub for my tum, I couldn't move. No, really, I couldn't move. No, I'm not joking, someone get a doctor
I couldn't feel anything. I became numb, and soon, I was scared.
"MOM!! MA!!!!
ANYONE, I CAN'T MOVE!!
OH GOD, MY THROAT, I... CA..NT BREATH!"
My throat collapsed in on itself. The room Became HaZy. I could almost see my mother and Ben rushing in. Ben was crying. My mom was in shock. Because if I heard her correctly, my neck, was what caved in.
I woke up in the hospital, and puked over my self. I couldn't even move to turn, so It was stuck on my lap. My mother took a rag and cleaned me off. Apparently, this was the 7th time this had happened. I couldn't move except for my eyes and mouth. Yet I couldn't talk, I was voiceless. The doctor said the had to remove my vocal cords in order to save me. I would of course been given the patched ones.
They said they couldn't find out why this happened, and were especially baffled how i survived while they turn of the oxygen. They said god must of saved me, but I know better, God's the one who did this.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
THANK YOU FOR 700 VIEWS!!!!
Thank you guys so much for 700 cooking views! Cookies go out to everyone of you. Thank you so much. Haha, see, I still love cookies. I really want make a shout out to everyone for 700 hundred views, and i'd also like to say I'm sorry 7 wishes is taking so long. It's hard to blog every day, so it will be done by December 7th. Thanks Again, and wait. Sorry about the X-craft, it will be weekly after 7 wishes is done. And Eve will be coming back, and i'll post the beginning again for all of the new people on this blog.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013
7 Wishes
DAY 2: ENVY
"The boy, he learned his lesson yet?"
"No, not just yet. Patience is in order Nex-"
"The names Grim-"
"NO it's not Nexus, In my name know names have power"
"Teach Satin that rubbish, at least people care when I come-"
"Nexus...even the immortal can die, and there are things worse then death..."
"Shut it, for I may just take...your..."
"Mom, look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I was a jerk. I deserve the grounding."
"I could forgive you, but remember, you wanted this. Do the time."
There was no changing her mind.
Why couldn't I be like Ben? Good grades. Good hair. Good toys. God, even he has a better life. Why? Why couldn't he be as bad as me. Ben was taking a nap. Why was I praying that my mom would be merciful? I crept into Ben's room. He was so perfect. Good hair, good grades, good life. I deserve his life. He's just a dumb little kid.
But, I have schizophrenia. So, I'm currently locked in my room. How do I have schizophrenia? Well, when my schizophrenia side comes, he'll say I don't have schizophrenia. He'll say he's too good for schizophrenia. But we all know I'm schizophrenic.
"He needs more punishment."
"All in due time."
"He needs one tonight."
"In the name of my son Nexues-"
"IT'S GRIM, THE GRIM REAPER!!!!"
"What are you going to do, fire your magnum."
"I'm thinking of it. You gave me life-"
"I Gave you death. Be happy, unlike those mortals."
"The boy, he learned his lesson yet?"
"No, not just yet. Patience is in order Nex-"
"The names Grim-"
"NO it's not Nexus, In my name know names have power"
"Teach Satin that rubbish, at least people care when I come-"
"Nexus...even the immortal can die, and there are things worse then death..."
"Shut it, for I may just take...your..."
"Mom, look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I was a jerk. I deserve the grounding."
"I could forgive you, but remember, you wanted this. Do the time."
There was no changing her mind.
Why couldn't I be like Ben? Good grades. Good hair. Good toys. God, even he has a better life. Why? Why couldn't he be as bad as me. Ben was taking a nap. Why was I praying that my mom would be merciful? I crept into Ben's room. He was so perfect. Good hair, good grades, good life. I deserve his life. He's just a dumb little kid.
But, I have schizophrenia. So, I'm currently locked in my room. How do I have schizophrenia? Well, when my schizophrenia side comes, he'll say I don't have schizophrenia. He'll say he's too good for schizophrenia. But we all know I'm schizophrenic.
Look at me, one day I'm opening the door for death, the I'm getting my self grounded, yelled at and more via my schizophrenia.
Ben isn't schizophrenic. Nor mom, nor was dad. But I just am. Wonder what my other personalities are."He needs more punishment."
"All in due time."
"He needs one tonight."
"In the name of my son Nexues-"
"IT'S GRIM, THE GRIM REAPER!!!!"
"What are you going to do, fire your magnum."
"I'm thinking of it. You gave me life-"
"I Gave you death. Be happy, unlike those mortals."
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