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I got tagged by the lovely :iconcosartmic:

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THE FACTS
1. I have never, ever finished writing a story. Ever. Dark Times will, hopefully, be my first.
2. One of my bedroom walls is absolutely covered in my drawings of everything as well as a couple of signed business cards from conventions
3. I have a absolute love of the games Portal, Portal 2 and Bioshock Infinite
4. I have been in a couple of videos on the TycerX channel, primarily this one --> [link]
5. I have a growing collection of the toy group of Blue Nosed Friends, well over 30 in my possession and I continue to collect them to this day
6. I recently started dating the YouTuber Magmamale - 21 February 2015
7. I am officially a grade 5 singer and am going for my grade 6 in July 2015
8. I am Moderator+ on the Minecraft server Valiant, making me the second highest achievable staff rank on the server - if you feel like joining us come to vmc.pw :3
9. The main OCs that I am using at the moment would be that of Bristol Elliot the III and my animatronic character Xera Sicarius
10. I still sleep with Ducky, my toy platypus, and Shirty, a red rugby shirt that my uncle gave my mum when I was born

1. How are ya?!
I'm doin alright I think

2. What is your favourite band/artist?
Green Day or VSQ

3. Do you like drawing digitally or traditionally?
Traditionally as I have no tablet or mouse to make anything look anything like anything

4. What’s your favourite movie?
Moulin Rouge. Maybe Rocky Horror Picture Show 

5. Who is your favourite artist here on dA?
I don't really know. I love loads of artists. I think RatherPeculiar

6. Do you prefer writing over drawing or vice versa?
Why must you forsake me friend!? I love both. Possibly writing over drawing as I can get more down on a page the exact way I want to say it but I do love drawing

7. Favourite food?
Chocolate

8. Who is your favourite super hero?
Spiderman

9. Coke or Pepsi?
Pepsi (Max especially)

10. What colour are your eyes?
Brown around the iris and green around the outside

QUESTIONS
1. Do you mind doing this tag-thingame-bob?
2. What has been your favourite ever posted piece of art or writing?
3. Favourite game?
4. Favourite OC/video game character? Why?
5. Do you like Pokemon? Follow up question: which is your favourite?
6. Favourite band/artist?
7. Have you made any close online friends?
8. What is your favourite item of clothing or accessory?
9. You ever been to a convention? If so, what and did you have fun?
10. What was your favourite piece of fiction you've ever read?

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  • Mood: Delighted
  • Listening to: ERB - Mythbusters vs Ghostbusters
  • Reading: Shakespeare for Grown-Ups
  • Watching: The Walking Dead
  • Playing: ValiantMC - Minecraft
  • Drinking: Water
Chapter 4 – Factory of the Squid-y Kind

Jack ran as fast as he could to the factory, desperately trying to tame his bedhead as he reached the enormous doors. Great. An hour late. He’d even supplied Patch with extra coal so he could wake him up at six. Nope. The little robot had used his coal supply up by walking around the tiny apartment all night. By six he was out of power and Jack was still asleep. He should have been at the factory for seven and it was five past eight already.

The brass doors swung open and Jack raced inside, clutching his bag close to him as two shadows moved across the factory floor. The automaton craftsman ended up suppressing a scream as a large hand landed on his shoulder, then a smaller, colder one on the other. He glanced to his right to see a tall man standing there, a mop of curly black hair covering his forehead and soft brown eyes watching him. He wore a bear skin over his shirt and trousers, the head placed over his own like a hood. He took in the sight for a moment before looking the other way. The other man was shorter with close crop hair. A set of small, black glassed goggles were perched on his head and he appeared to be wearing some almost synthetic material that glistened like the skin of a wet frog.

“Jackie, you made it!” The shorter one, Septimus, beamed. “We’ve been waiting for you, mate! Took you long enough to get here!”

The other one, Tedizrul, nodded with a broad grin.

“Yeah! The machines have been out of action for two days and we are losing customers!”

Jack sighed quietly, closing his eyes as he was pushed and pulled over to the factory line where the voices of the two men could be heard when no voices should be heard over the din of the constant machines whirring.

“How did you break them this time anyway?” He sighed, scanning the still production lines with gentle eyes. “Did you manage to get Gillespie stuck in there again?”

Tedi laughed gently and Jack was nearly thrown forwards by the thump he received to his back.

“Nah! We were playing catch the lark and it may have gotten sucked into the cogs! Whole thing shut down!”

Jack rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses back up his nose as he set his bag down carefully.

“I don’t know how you two manage this so frequently! This is the fourth time this month this has happened! You need to learn to be more careful. Do you know how hard this stuff is to mend?”

Both men just laughed again.

“We aren’t the ones fixing it so it doesn’t make a difference!” Septimus beamed softly as he leant against a column carefully. “You are. Go on then.”

Jack scowled gently but went to work, removing each little cog carefully so as to be able to source the problem. He eventually came across the problem – a tiny wooden lark that had become lodged in the cogs. He pulled the wooden bird from the mechanics and threw it back towards the pair, Sept catching it quickly. They ran off then to continue playing as a tall, blonde haired woman walked over to Jack.

“Don’t run you two! Play nice!” She called after Ted and Sept.

Jack looked up at her and smiled.

“Hey Crane. I’m finished here now. Unless there’s anything else you needed?”

Crane’s soft smile faltered slightly and she cleared her throat.

“Well actually Jack there is one other thing. You know that player piano you made for me? It isn’t working again and I can’t figure out how to fix it. I miss listening to my music before I go to bed.”

Jack blinked. One of his most elaborate contraptions was a small player piano he had designed and built for Crane to help her get over her nightmares. It was crafted from solid, polished oak with pearl and ivory inlay in the shapes of tiny squids that gave the image of them swimming through a sea of darkness. Endless and wonderful, full of grace and no cares in the world. It had been three years since he’d finished it and it hadn’t broken down once.

“I’ll…come and take a look now…” Jack replied softly.

Crane nodded before heading off towards the private quarters at the back of the enormous factory. She unlocked the little wooden door of supple pine wood and took a long stair case up to her room where the piano sat against the wall beside her bed. Jack smiled as he took in the sight of his creation, taking note of the lack of dust and pristine condition it had maintained over the years since it had been in his workshop. Crane clearly loved that piano. There was no sign of any damage though. What could have caused it to stop working so suddenly?

Jack wandered over to the piano and opened the lid. No visible damage at a first glance. It was more than likely deeper down then.

“Crane I’m going to need to take the front of it off. Is that okay?”

“Sure Jack. Just be careful with it.”

Jack nodded before carefully taking his tools out of his bag and starting to work the front away from the back. It swung open after a little bit of prodding and Jack took in the wonderful smell of varnished wood and dust. It was immaculate on the inside as well, despite Crane not being able to get to it to clean. Maybe that was for the best. Who knew? Gently he began to tinker with the wiring and eventually discovered the source of the problem – a necklace. A silver chained necklace with a small, silver heart locket on it.

“Here you go Crane…” Jack said softly as he managed to work the metal from between the teeth of the cogs and handed it up to the taller woman. “That was jamming the cogs up. Should work properly now though.”

As Jack stood up, he caught a look of confusion on Crane’s face and he frowned – “What’s wrong?”
Crane shook her head gently and swallowed.

“I’ve never seen this necklace before. It isn’t mine. It’s locked as well. A really tiny key too. Couldn't get anything bigger than, I don’t know, a needle tip into the lock.”

Jack frowned softly and was about to ask to see it when there was a shout from outside. He looked up as Crane gasped and ran out of the room, dropping the necklace as she went. Jack piled all his tools back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder before heading to the door, only to turn back. He snatched the necklace up, stuffed it into his pocket, and ran after Crane as fast as he could.

As he turned the corner and ran across the still silent factory floor, running to the door and throwing it open.

He soon wished he hadn’t.

Magmason Co was in flames.
Dark Times - Chapter 4
In a dark world of slave labour and the poor being used as nothing more than rat food, Jack Chipper works at the better end of the spectrum. But when a close friend of his is killed in a freak factory fire, Jack must continue on like nothing has happened. How long could he last without trying to come to the aid of his closest friends?
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Chapter Three – A Drug a Day

Jack knew he wasn’t going to work at Arran’s warehouse on Tuesday. He was going to the funeral of his friend. His sighed as he looked at Patch, pushing his glasses up his nose slowly as he went back to studying his face in the mirror. Not a fleck of coal dust nor speck of grit had come to rest upon it. Strange for smoggy London but that was fine by him.

“I’ll be back soon, Patch. Don’t…don’t do anything…” The automaton craftsman told the non-functional machine. No coal in him. He didn’t have time to fetch any out of the coal shed out back to fuel him that morning.

With a final pat of the automatons’ head Jack padded outside and looked around in the slightly cool morning. He pulled his jacket around his shoulders carefully before going to the stables. No. He shook his head. He couldn’t take Davidos.

Tugging his collar up around his neck to protect himself from the wind, Jack started out into the dank city, not looking up at anyone. So many people on the streets. It was unfair. Why did he get a nice job and a fairly decent house and these people didn’t? However, he knew he could do nothing about it. It was life. City life wasn’t fair.

When he reached the church, a slight frown graced his lips. No one was here yet. Not even Arran and he should have been there first. Wait. There he was.

Sitting on a bench, dressed completely in black, was Arran, head hung and hair flopped across his face. He looked a mess. Maybe it was from the lack of the red coat or the general scruffy appearance, he couldn’t tell, but he certainly didn’t look his best.

“Hey Ar…where’s everyone else?” Jack asked as he sat beside his friend carefully.

There was only a slight movement but Jack saw bloodshot blue eyes looking up at him carefully.

“There is no one else…we are it…” A hoarse voice crackled from the man’s throat. “No one else would come.”

Jack’s face fell. No one…would come? Why?

“How…why would no one come?”

“Myles has no family in London anymore and no one wants to come down to his funeral. His other friends were all killed in the explosion too…”

Someone’s footsteps echoed through the churchyard across the gravel and Jack looked up to see the priest standing by them. He swallowed and looked back to Arran.

“Come on Ar. We gotta do this. For Myles…”

~ ~ ~

Jack sighed as he led Arran out of the church, both of them crying softly. It had been far too quiet for them. Myles had always been full of life and vigor and to have a quiet funeral was just not right for him. They headed down to Arran’s warehouse and sat on two crates of supplies Arran had been saving for their next voyage. That wasn’t going to happen now.

“Come on Arran. What would Myles have wanted you to do in a situation like this, hm? He wouldn’t have wanted you to mope around and do nothing, would he?” Jack eventually sighed to his friend, watching him carefully as he removed his top hat and placed it on the crate beside him. “You can’t keep this up. You look dreadful!”

Arran scowled gently.

“Thanks, Jack. I appreciate that…” He spat, half cross but he was still tired from crying so it was really nothing more than a whisper.

Jack chuckled softly as he leant back against the crates carefully.

“Arran…why don’t we go for a ride, huh? We could do it…bet we could.”

Arran looked up slowly and blinked. His eyes scanned his face and, having decided that he wasn’t making fun of him, sighed.

“We need a crew. I got rid of my last one when I heard about Myles…can’t fly without a crew…”

“No we don’t! We both know enough about flying to be able to pull it off! Come on!” Jack grinned before standing up and heading to the ship, Arran just missing the tail of his coat as he ran past him.

Clambering up the ladder quickly, Jack pulled himself onto the deck and scanned the ropes. This wasn't too complicated. He looked back as Arran followed him up quickly, frowning gently.

“Jack stop!” He huffed, breathless from all the crying coupled with climbing the fairly long ladder to the deck. “You can’t do this!”

“Why can’t I? I think we could do this!” Jack grinned before looking around. “This thing needs a new theme. This won’t do at all!”

The automaton maker wandered around for a while before stopping, looking up at the blimp that hovered above them, ready to carry them high off into the sky as soon as the ropes were loosed.

“That’s what needs changing! That balloon!”

Arran frowned, deep creases forming across his forehead as he shook his head.
“No. Myles chose that one. I’m not changing it. Ever…” He told him firmly, but Jack just sighed.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself! You’re tormenting yourself with the thought of your own best friend! If you don’t stop you’re going to tear yourself apart, and Myles would not want that at all! You know that!”

Arran blinked before glancing away. Jack was right. He usually was, actually. He looked up at his friend carefully and swallowed.

“What do we do?”

A slight smile crossed Jack’s lips and he looked up.

“We need something that reminds you of Myles but isn’t…oh I know!” He grinned before running to the ladder and sliding down. “Wait here!”

~ ~ ~

Jack eventually returned with lots of green and black fabric. He explained quickly what they were to do and set about making the new covering. When they were finished they both stepped back to admire their work.

A neatly sewn green cover had been put over the top of the old plain white balloon, lines of black with little black spots beside them down the back end. A cactus.

Cactus was the name of a drug. A powerful drug. The drug that Myles would sell in an evening when he was home early from work. No one could ever find how he did it or where his supply came from, but he was extremely rich because of it. Still, he continued to work in the factory as he didn’t feel that the floor workers were treated well.

“I think that looks good!” Jack beamed happily.

That was it then. Having untied the ropes and moved the ship outside slowly, the two boarded the craft and took to the skies.

Arran didn’t worry about Myles half as much after that moment.
Dark Times - Chapter Three
In a dark world of slave labour and the poor being used as nothing more than rat food, Jack Chipper works at the better end of the spectrum. But when a close friend of his is killed in a freak factory fire, Jack must continue on like nothing has happened. How long could he last without trying to come to the aid of his closest friends?

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This was the saddest chapter to write. Oh it hurts. Especially because I know what this feels like, what Arran and Jack have to go through at Myles' funeral. 
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Do you guys still like my work? Please tell me. I feel like I'm doing all this work for nothing. :)
Why do I bother sometimes?
I love you guys and you are the reason I continue to post these things, but I've started to see a pattern emerging here. The only things that ever get looked at are Yogscast things. Even the really old rubbish stuff still get favourites. I do not watch the Yogscast anymore. Period. I do not like them as much as I used to and I do not do much art for them anymore. If ever.
I like getting comments and favourites. I like getting critiques. I know then how I can improve and make my work better.
Please guys. If you see this. Even if you just glance over it quickly. I beg of you, please leave some comment. Please? I want to know what you guys like, dislike, what you would like to see, anything. Just something to tell me that you do still look at my work and I'm not wasting my time with these stories.

~Bristol
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I got tagged by the lovely :iconcosartmic:

Rules
1) You must post these rules.
2) Each person has to share 10 facts about themselves.
3) Answer the 10 questions asked by the person you tagged them and make up 10 for the people you tag.
4) Choose 10 people to tag and put their icons in your journal.
5) You have to legitimately tag 10 people.
6) No tag-backs. 
7) You can't say that you don't do tags.
8) You must make a journal entry! 

THE FACTS
1. I have never, ever finished writing a story. Ever. Dark Times will, hopefully, be my first.
2. One of my bedroom walls is absolutely covered in my drawings of everything as well as a couple of signed business cards from conventions
3. I have a absolute love of the games Portal, Portal 2 and Bioshock Infinite
4. I have been in a couple of videos on the TycerX channel, primarily this one --> [link]
5. I have a growing collection of the toy group of Blue Nosed Friends, well over 30 in my possession and I continue to collect them to this day
6. I recently started dating the YouTuber Magmamale - 21 February 2015
7. I am officially a grade 5 singer and am going for my grade 6 in July 2015
8. I am Moderator+ on the Minecraft server Valiant, making me the second highest achievable staff rank on the server - if you feel like joining us come to vmc.pw :3
9. The main OCs that I am using at the moment would be that of Bristol Elliot the III and my animatronic character Xera Sicarius
10. I still sleep with Ducky, my toy platypus, and Shirty, a red rugby shirt that my uncle gave my mum when I was born

1. How are ya?!
I'm doin alright I think

2. What is your favourite band/artist?
Green Day or VSQ

3. Do you like drawing digitally or traditionally?
Traditionally as I have no tablet or mouse to make anything look anything like anything

4. What’s your favourite movie?
Moulin Rouge. Maybe Rocky Horror Picture Show 

5. Who is your favourite artist here on dA?
I don't really know. I love loads of artists. I think RatherPeculiar

6. Do you prefer writing over drawing or vice versa?
Why must you forsake me friend!? I love both. Possibly writing over drawing as I can get more down on a page the exact way I want to say it but I do love drawing

7. Favourite food?
Chocolate

8. Who is your favourite super hero?
Spiderman

9. Coke or Pepsi?
Pepsi (Max especially)

10. What colour are your eyes?
Brown around the iris and green around the outside

QUESTIONS
1. Do you mind doing this tag-thingame-bob?
2. What has been your favourite ever posted piece of art or writing?
3. Favourite game?
4. Favourite OC/video game character? Why?
5. Do you like Pokemon? Follow up question: which is your favourite?
6. Favourite band/artist?
7. Have you made any close online friends?
8. What is your favourite item of clothing or accessory?
9. You ever been to a convention? If so, what and did you have fun?
10. What was your favourite piece of fiction you've ever read?

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  • Mood: Delighted
  • Listening to: ERB - Mythbusters vs Ghostbusters
  • Reading: Shakespeare for Grown-Ups
  • Watching: The Walking Dead
  • Playing: ValiantMC - Minecraft
  • Drinking: Water

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BulletEater003
Bristol Elliot the III
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I am Bristol Elliot the III. I live in England, and am just a hobbyist really. I would like to get into digital art, and have started some pixel work, but am only a beginner. I mostly do traditional art, paper and pencils being my favoured artsy equipment.
I am a gamer, and game drawer. I play Minecraft, Sims and all sorts of other shizel. I also draw Minecraft people a lot, doing my favourite Youtubers mostly. My Youtube account is AngelEatingDevil, and my Minecraft name is Warrior_Carbia, for anyone interested. I have no videos to my name yet, but am planning on a little something with my friends.
I make avatars for fun, too.


Dearest to my hearts friends:
:iconninjafromsweden:- Wonderful friend who I can't say a bad word about ever.
:iconskylordlolz:- My Xephos obsessed buddy and lovely girl
:iconwazzer100:- One of my only real life friends on here. All round awesome and slowly being converted into a brony! I will have my way, wether you like it or not!
:iconbritish-hero:- Roleplaying friend and all round lovely lady.
:iconruffuge:- This girl is mental. Nothing more to say about her...shesholdingmehostage!sendhelps!
Peace, my friends!
Alex
xxx

Quotes from conversations with peoples!:
"I'M JUST GONNA' DROWN MY SORROWS IN CALYPSO NOW!"/"So, you're going to face plant into an ice cream?"-random conversation with MagicCrystal


Stamps that sum me up!
Pony stamp by Shabi000 It's Late Stamp by Otogakure-Akatsuki Stamp by Kataang-furuba PewDiePie - Here Comes The Brofist Stamp by TwilightProwler Why walk when u can bounce by kohakuhoshi I :heart: my watchers Stamp. by jugga-lizzle I'm a Wolf - Stamp by theBravewolf Reality by lintu47 Not Addicted by jcroxas Layton Remembers Stamp by orian-stamps Smeghead Stamp by 666qqq666 Stamp - Hello Dudes by deaddoll00 Red Dwarf: Mr Flibbles Stamp by PyroStorm Nilesy stamp by cappydarn Wolf at Heart Stamp by Aura-BleedingHeart :thumb293030233: Ponyfy Stamp by Sonic-chaos Never... by prosaix Bass Player_stamp by sican facebook deviantart stamp by sweetooth102 Gemini Stamp by sxhi DA Stamp - Roleplay Addict 01 by tppgraphics Kakuna Rattata Stamp by Kezzi-Rose Why I boycotted fandoms. by lostforeveragain Protected by Dragons stamp by purgatori Absol Stamp by Kezzi-Rose All I need is dA by tRiBaLmArKiNgS Horrible Histories Stamp by BennyBrutt Arbok Stamp by Kezzi-Rose Stamp: Magical Powers by TheSaltyMonster (FNaF 2) Mangle stamp by Sophiathehusky333

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PMCSilva Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey! Thank you for faving my Alice Hug 
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hi der
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Rufliane Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2014
I don't know if you noticed, but I sent you the lines for the first scene on the Lalna roleplay account!
You don't have to do this right now since it's all one big speech, but in future, I'd prefer you to record each line individually and zip them up because that makes it easier but if you don't know how to do that that's fine! :) 
For now, you can just send it as an mp3 to contactruff@gmail.com. Hope you're okay <3
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SuperCgirl Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014  Student General Artist
Hey, I was reading your stories as they are awesome.
But is there any way of finding the Seeing Double, chapter 1. As the person you wrote it with isn't there anymore.
Anyway, I love your stories, gonna go read more.
(Here's a llama)
x
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Hey Bristol! Been a while eh? How have you been? :)
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Happy B-Day!!!! :D
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happy birthday!
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HI!!!!!*waves*
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Alright, I know your birthday now, and I shall wish you a Happy Birthday when it comes ;D

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