Information
Memmie has a minion!
Memmies Child the Appa
Memmies Child the Appa
Memmie
Legacy Name: Memmie
The
Nightmare JollinOwner:
MarreshaannAge: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks
Born: March 8th, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: March 8th, 2011
Pet Spotlight Winner
September 20th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 93
- Books Read: 93
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Crack!
The clean, mechanical sound as metal slides against metal and fires off at high speed. A slight jerk forward as it hits, and the target crumples into a twisted, satisfying heap. Maybe a twitch or two, and then it's done. Like a simple haiku, poetry in motion.
He walked carefully around the area, being careful not to step into any of the evidence. When he was satisfied that he had found a good angle, he pulled out a camera and took a snapshot.A bright flash that dissolved into color as the picture printed immediately. It was saved as evidence of the beauty of the act committed, as if he had written down the words to his poem.
Memmie was keen and analytical, but saw things slightly differently than most. He could see red skies and purple grass, because the world was just a matter of how you looked at it. It was his opinion that you can see whatever you perceive.
But then, others found out about his unique gift. He was heralded as a genius, and had people from all different fields calling to him. Come learn science! Maybe you'll cure a disease! No, wait, over here in engineering! Make the next great invention!And it was just so boring.
Where the mind goes, the body follows. He sought out something more interesting. A way to play with the world that suited the way he thought, and he found his calling.
The newspapers referred to him in a nameless manner, calling him a plague upon the country, inciting fear in their readers and generally raising hell the way the media is prone to doing. In some ways, it was terrible to have an IQ so much higher than everyone else around, because no one else understood. They just couldn't see things the way he could. They couldn't see the beauty in his actions.
It was so uncommon to naturally stumble across a scene mixed with the brilliance of peachy flesh and dark red splatter. If he couldn't find that naturally, then didn't it only make sense to go create it? In his wake, he left art.
The wind shifted, and he heard voices carrying through the air, a tell tale sign of nearby hikers. So with the wind, he fled the scene, leaving behind a present for the others.
He moved swiftly through the forest with the light, practiced steps of someone who had done this before. And in time, the wind brought him a present: the delicious screams of the hikers. The papers would have a new story in fresh ink tomorrow morning, and the gift-giving cycle goes on.
Coding / Design byscotlette
The clean, mechanical sound as metal slides against metal and fires off at high speed. A slight jerk forward as it hits, and the target crumples into a twisted, satisfying heap. Maybe a twitch or two, and then it's done. Like a simple haiku, poetry in motion.
He walked carefully around the area, being careful not to step into any of the evidence. When he was satisfied that he had found a good angle, he pulled out a camera and took a snapshot.A bright flash that dissolved into color as the picture printed immediately. It was saved as evidence of the beauty of the act committed, as if he had written down the words to his poem.
Memmie was keen and analytical, but saw things slightly differently than most. He could see red skies and purple grass, because the world was just a matter of how you looked at it. It was his opinion that you can see whatever you perceive.
But then, others found out about his unique gift. He was heralded as a genius, and had people from all different fields calling to him. Come learn science! Maybe you'll cure a disease! No, wait, over here in engineering! Make the next great invention!And it was just so boring.
Where the mind goes, the body follows. He sought out something more interesting. A way to play with the world that suited the way he thought, and he found his calling.
The newspapers referred to him in a nameless manner, calling him a plague upon the country, inciting fear in their readers and generally raising hell the way the media is prone to doing. In some ways, it was terrible to have an IQ so much higher than everyone else around, because no one else understood. They just couldn't see things the way he could. They couldn't see the beauty in his actions.
It was so uncommon to naturally stumble across a scene mixed with the brilliance of peachy flesh and dark red splatter. If he couldn't find that naturally, then didn't it only make sense to go create it? In his wake, he left art.
The wind shifted, and he heard voices carrying through the air, a tell tale sign of nearby hikers. So with the wind, he fled the scene, leaving behind a present for the others.
He moved swiftly through the forest with the light, practiced steps of someone who had done this before. And in time, the wind brought him a present: the delicious screams of the hikers. The papers would have a new story in fresh ink tomorrow morning, and the gift-giving cycle goes on.
Coding / Design by
scotlette
Pet Treasure
Black and White Film
Murders 101
Bloody Flashlight
Crazy Skull Bead
Skull
Black Sai
Digital Camera
Subeta Tribune
Stories of Despair I
Darkside Map
Book of Death
Gate of Evil Scroll
Color Film
Darkmatter Film
Darkmatter Film
Black and White Film
Color Film
35mm Camera
Darkmatter Six-Shooter
Shield of Shade Scroll
Ebilest Blob Doll
Evil Smiley Sticker