IT'S OUR WORLD, WE MAKE IT SPIN [CLAIM]

[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

A massive ship dropped from the black sky into chilling night ocean. A splash and wave of great proportions was produced, crashing violently into the nearby island of Kuraigana. Niro stood atop the ship's bow, arms crossed before him. He looked at the island in silent contemplation. A castle sat deep within twisting hills, a great castle fit for a king. Niro was such a king. Kuraigana Island was the home of his kingdom, his fortress and place of power. Or at least it would be, when his crew stormed the shores and claimed it as their own.

"This island is now the home of the World Eaters!"

The Leviathan came to shore, lightly touching the beach. Niro jumped down; it was not his duty to shackle the ship to land. He left that to his crew. The man walked out and entered his castle, his new domain. It was a wonderful home.

[CAPRICIA GIVANTI]

I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO

can't you see i'm no one's angel

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[Alexander Brand]

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i guess this is where we've come to I WON'T BE THERE WHEN YOU GO DOWN, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN NOW BELIEVE ME. Take My Hand The seas churned, black and blue a bruised ocean with a lone ship cascading across it. A single flag gently buffeted by the scarcely alive tempest, oil black in hue a skull and bones boldly emblazoned on its skin. A fiercesome tattoo that chilled the body as it came into sight, the rumored, feared, unfathomable flag of the Pirate Crew World Eaters. A group of young vagabonds that were fabled to be just as vivacious as they were vicious in their tendencies. Certainly considered a grass roots crew as they were young but at the same time feared for their tenacity and grit, able to stare down the stoutest man and then quickly eviscerate him if he should so daftly choose to challenge them. Among the more notable characters, that composed the crew was Niro, the crusading captain, a devilish diehard fellow who could so eloquently cut with his silver tongue as well as he could with his sword. He was the first to step onto the topside of the ship as it came to its reeling halt. As the ship docked, with a groaning of the wood as it made a coherent yet minor collision with land, anchors slicing through the water like daggers, it shook awake or off foot all its passengers. The last shakes and shivers of the ship subsided into a comfortable sway. Alexander awoke, a single cream colored lid opened to reveal a facet of amber as he blinked away the last clutches of sleep. Warmth fleeting from his body as he rose with a fluid motion from his bed, the gentle heat of the two candles that hung on his wall gave off artificial solace beckoned at him not to leave the mild heat. Stretching his long arms, hardened muscles loosening and preparing for movement as he yawned, faded coral lips parting to take in air. He dropped his arms and from an oak chest procured a shirt and a hooded jacket, drawing first one then the other over his bare skin. He slowly zipped up the hoodie, a soft and thick, but reasonably sized article of clothing. He smoothed out his clothes, purging the wrinkles from his body and with an ivory hand he deftly tousled his hair as he slid a pair of gloves onto his hands, dyed and weather treated, they were an almost sentimental item to him judging by the amount of time he had spent wearing them, the knuckles and palms faded, re-stitched in many spots, he didn’t care how they looked to others. He made a few steps and placed his palm on his locked chest, procuring a key to open it up he withdrew his usual weapons, his revolvers and his swords, and all the accessories that were commensurate with his usual inventory. He quickly with a practiced motion attached them to his clothes in designated areas then rose up and turned about face and placed his palm on the handle of the door, turning it. A cold air rushed in, biting stagnant air quickly permeating his clothes down to his skin and underneath into his bone. Monotonous thumps sounded as he climbed the stairs of the lower deck of the Leviathan, a shock of brown hair rising to the surface of the boat, violently then gently shook by the wind. Amber gems followed by the rest of his figure soon rose above to the topside of the boat. He had seen two members already at their posts above ground, his captain dear and the new recruit, the mess of blonde hair with the sapphire eyes. He had neglected to interact with her out of a lax attitude, not out of an aggressive one, soon enough he would exchange a conversation with her, formally introduce himself and learn more about her beyond a face only basis. As the sails were finally collapsed, he no longer had a need to be present on the boat, the crew members need not to be supervised, and this was not their first voyage so he could rest assured that the boat was indeed safe. He from one of the detached ladders that was erected as a makeshift bridge made his way expertly to the steady ground. The ground grey and gruesome in harmony with its gross green was in itself an abomination and a wonder. An odd object was the land where they had prospected to found their home, changing consistently in area from hard to soft, quicksand to stone, fertile to barren and even life to death, but everywhere the island seemed to be rotting to death slowly yet with a sustained life drawn eerily from some unknown source. It was, in most sincere regards to the quality of the island's appeal quite the shocking change in scene when compared to the majestic yet simple sea that he had rode in on not but minutes ago. He had before he arrived, gone to sleep with high hopes of scenery of a different quality than that of the usual pandemonium of the popular trade hubs, and though his wish was easily granted, as this island was simply estranged from the normal, however in the way that it was happening was not quite... pleasing? Perhaps it was that the island was so very different from what he had wanted or hopefully expected that displeased him so, but he would live with it; it was simply in all the sense of the word a fixer-upper. The first steps were treacherous; however, it seemed the ground as he progressed farther from the distant oceans, further to the inland of the island that the ground seemed to become more and more stable. His steps were precarious as, needing precious care to be placed without the ground opening a voracious pothole to consume his shoes in a mucky, festering, filth. The scene of the island becoming increasingly gothic as light seemed to be a scarce object that was swallowed up by the clouds, the sky, the ground, even the trees that stretched ominously towards the sky, dead in appearance yet not in a state of decay. As he drew himself, between the captain and the gunner, his guns rattling with each step with the belt on his hips lazily slouching he drew back a few locks of his hair and peered out in the distance, to see with equal amazement what his crew was indeed staring at. It was a building, nay a beast of inanimate components, a lavish and ominous castle with doors that yawned open like stygian mouths, waiting to snap shut on a foolish traveler, leaving them to wander alone in a labyrinth of stone. Its towers reached up like sharp claws, with barred windows that threatened to contain mysteries of the paranormal nature that one could not fathom to forget. He let out a mild cat call whistle as he stared at the castle. Well, we might need to get a few more crew members to fill that up. The castle was there’s now, among terror and ghosts the castle would now be known as the main headquarters or at least an outpost of the World Eaters, for better or for worse. tags ! notes ! Gettin The Creepz In Zombie Town music ! Queens of the stone age - No one knows words ! just enough1200 credit ! xochii from OTE !

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[AFRO SAMURAI]

Captured.