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Posted by LordHayden - April 1st, 2009


They've got all my violent submissions under review, saying that they promote social disorder. \
Thanks a lot, Fulp. I'm beginning to think that I hate you.


Posted by LordHayden - March 16th, 2009


If a rock star had a werewolf in it( a real one), would they become prime time?
Why do the forum mods hate me?
What if there was a Zelda game where you could play as Ganondorf?
What would people think when they see Jay Jay the Junked Plane?
Is heavy metal still popular?
Why can't I get the front page?
Why do I have to wait till June before I can have a graphics tablet?
Why is it that things that are so easy for others to do or get are much harder for me?
Could I stop getting older and stay nineteen for the rest of my life?
Why don't more people put comments on my posts?
Do girls like werewolves?
If I became a star, would the NGers hate me too?
If people made Assassin games and hate threads about a celeb, and that celeb had an account on NG and let everyone know it, what would happen?
Why hasn't AP-Vanguard(loop) been approved already?
Why does it take so long for a popular recommended cartoon to get put in a collection?
On average, how long does a submission stay on the front page?
Why couldn't I be a teen star?
Why was I corrupted at the age of 7 by watching the trailer for the movie Joe Black?
Who was the director of Joe Black?
What if the Ninja Turtles were real?
Why couldn't I have been an early starter?


Posted by LordHayden - March 2nd, 2009


Lord Hayden vs. Zac Efron
By Lord Hayden

It was a peaceful, quiet day, up by Hayden's cave. The sky was blue, a few fluffy white clouds in the sky, and a few eagles were winging their way through the sky. A peaceful day indeed.
Hayden was at the mouth of his cave, practicing his drawing skills on a piece of paper.
So far, he was improving. He was not spectacular; there were some things that needed a bit more practice, but he was certainly doing well.
Hayden stopped to rest for a moment, and closed his eyes, absorbing the tranquility of his surroundings.
And then, a most unfamiliar scent came to his nose.
A human.
It was no natural scent; it was polluted with hair oil, cologne, and synthetic fiber, a pungent odor that his nose did not take to at all.
At once Hayden's eyes opened, and he found himself looking upon a form which he knew well and disliked.
Dark brown hair that hung down over his temple, cold, soulless eyes, thick eyebrows, somewhat wide head, the face that had thousands of girls all over the world swooning over him.
Zac Efron.
A deep thrill of joy ran through Zac when he came upon the werewolf. At last his search had borne fruit. He had found the culprit who was responsible for giving him bad publicity of late and making him a laughingstock on the Internet.
He had thought the guilty party was a human, but it was a werewolf. That just might make things a little difficult.
But nevertheless, here the perpetrator was, and he would meet his death before the day was done.

Zac had brought a fearful weapon- the Sword of a Huge Stream of Money. Zac was sure that he could easily defeat the beast with it.
He drew the blade from its scabbard and experimentally swung the blade about. This was no ordinary weapon forged from metal. There was power in it, power that he could feel vibrating from along the tip of hilt to the point of the blade, power that gave the sword life. This werewolf would be no match for him.
Yes, this was a weapon of power, a weapon of strength. No matter what brawn the werewolf possessed, it could not save him from Zac's wrath channeled through the sword.
Raising the sword high, he charged forward, the light in his soul-killing eyes a clear indicator of his intentions.
Hayden, watching Zac, was surprised.
No doubt Efron was here because of the cartoon he had made about the Hollywood upstart, a month before. It had become immensely popular and had swept over the Internet like wildfire, transforming Zac from an object of romantic and sexual fantasies into one of ridicule and scorn. That had to be sole reason why Efron would take the trouble to come to an isolated place like this.
Efron wanted to settle his differences with him by way of the sword, eh? Very well, two could play that game. What a good thing he had thought to bring along his trusty sword Xejifah.
Hayden immediately drew himself up so he was standing on his hind legs, and drew his faithful blade, and planted his hind legs firmly, awaiting the charge.
With a resounding crash, the blades met, and then each of the two combatants began pushing their blades against the others, testing out the other's strength.
Hayden could feel the power of Efron's blade. It was clearly filled with the power of the Disney Channel, and Zac was using it against him. But even though Zac utilized a powerful weapon, he would not overcome Hayden's skill.
Putting all his strength into the pushing, he began to force Zac backwards.
Zac realized that he had had just a little too much faith in the magic of his blade and his abilities. Hayden was much stronger than him, and gaining the upper hand. Efron was sure that it was only the power of the HSM Sword that was kept him in the fight. Even as it was, Zac was beginning to falter.
With a roar, Hayden threw Zac off, and then aimed a mighty slash at his head. Efron, using his last readily available strength, parried the stroke, and jumped back to recuperate, and began to study his opponent.
Hayden also began to do the same thing. Zac was a danger only if he began to employ the power of his sword. He was just a fool blinded by pride and too much faith in himself, let alone inexperienced in the ways of battle. Unless Zac began using the magic in his weapon, Hayden should not have difficulty crushing him.
Launching a powerful kick, Hayden sent Zac flying and in a dusty heap on the ground, and also the HSM Sword from his grip.
Hayden moved towards Zac, preparing the administer the final blow.
Zac was through, or so Hayden thought.
As he saw the werewolf coming to him, Zac could see that he needed to do something at once or Hayden to relieve him of his head.
Begging for mercy was out of the question, and running away was no good, since Hayden was a werewolf, could easily catch him before he would have had time to get a good distance away.
Well, that only left him with one option.

He called upon his star power, sending out a psychic message to all his loyal fans all over America and the world.
"A werewolf's about to kill me! Are you going to let your man Zaxxie die?" The message resounded deep in every fangirl's head.
At once, they all responded to the call.
From the mansions of the wealthy to the shacks of the poor, Zac's legions of loyal female fans abandoned their current activity to come to the defense of their dear one.
Nothing could slow them down or hold them back - geographical barriers, police officers, parents, boyfriends, peers - many tried, but they could not stem the flow of obsessed fangirls. Though many were indeed detained or restrained, the tide could not be blocked.
A mighty force, girls of all shapes and sizes, all made their way to Hayden's cave.

Meanwhile, Hayden was raising his sword over Zac's head, preparing to separate it from the rest of the body with one stroke, when he heard a rumbling.
Felt was more accurate. He cast a sidelong glance at Zac, who had a rather gratified expression on his face, in light of the fact that he was about to die.
Hayden looked again into the gorge through which ran the path to his cave, and what greeted his eyes sent a stab of terror right into the depths of his man-wolf heart.
Fangirls.
Masses of fangirls, screaming as they charged, determined to rescue Zac from the claws of Hayden or die in the attempt.
Hayden knew straight away that there was no way he could hope to engage a whole army of fangirls and emerge victorious. He'd heard stories of what they had done to those who had mocked the objects of the affections. He knew what power such girls possessed in large numbers.
He had to get rid of them all... but how? How?
And then it came to him.

Tensing his powerful leg muscles, he jumped into the narrow canyon that the girls were swarming through, and using his claws, clambered to a suitable spot.
There were big cracks in this one, big huge rocks just waiting to come loose.
Taking Xejifah in hand, he began wedging the blade into the cracks, working to make them loose.
At first, the cracks widened only a miniscule amount, but under the repeated striking and prising, they became huge boulders which broke away from the walls, and descended down with a roar on the fangirls.
The fangirls had withstood many perils, but a rockslide of gigantic boulders was just one of the few things that their mad passion could not prevail against.
It swept down on the hapless fans, carrying them away, crushing skulls like eggs and snapping limbs like toothpicks.
They screamed and tried to escape, but it was much too late. The death rocks rolled along and crushed as they rolled, and screams filled the air, and those death shrieks faded away.
Hayden looked on as the entire force of fangirls was destroyed, and smiled. He'd finished a whole army with one blow.
Now to take care of Efron.
Zac, however, did not feel the same way as he saw his legions of groupies butchered by the rockslide. How could Hayden do that? Insult him with a cartoon, and insult him again by killing all his fans. The werewolf would pay dearly for this.
Face twisting in anger, Zac's grip tightened around the hilt of his blade. It was time to start putting the power of the HSM Sword to use. Just let Hayden come up again, and then he'd see.
Hayden climbed out of the gorge and spied Efron staring at him, sword in hand again, his face looking like a storm cloud.
Hayden charged again, determined to finish Zac this time.
This time, however, he never made it.
When Hayden was not more than 20 feet away, Efron plunged his blade into the ground, and from nowhere, a mighty tornado blasted its way up to the werewolf, which, in particular was different, because it had large amounts of dollar bills and coins spinning around in it.
With full force, it swept down on Hayden and hurled him high in the air, tearing his weapon from his grip and violently throwing him about the sky.
Hayden was spinning around in heart of the cyclone, and was receiving a savage beating indeed. Dollar bills and dust flew into his mouth, making him choke and cough and breathing a struggle, while pennies, quarters, dimes and nickels mercilessly pounded his frame.
Even while he was being ruthlessly abused in the tornado, he had enough presence of mind to know that this was Efron's doing. Seemed Efron did know how to use the power of his blade, and he was doing it quite well.
At last, the freak tornado flung Hayden, cut, bleeding, and half blinded, to the ground.
Efron had defeated Hayden.
Zac looked down at the pitiful mass in front of him and smiled. Hayden no longer posed a threat to him now; he could kill him quite easily.
Slowly, casually he moved forward. There was no need to hurry. Hayden would not suddenly snap alive and try to knock him out.
He laughed as he drew close and lifted the blade high, ready to stab the deformed beast through the heart.

On the edge of consciousness, Hayden could only make out a dim outline of a figure which seemed to be quite close, close enough for him to touch. He could not recognize the shape, but it seemed to be laughing.
Then it came back.
Zac was about to kill him.
Forcing his way into consciousness, he could now see Zac leering cruelly as he began to bring the blade down.
Though it hurt him terribly, he caught both of Efron's arms as they drove the blade down and broke them at the elbow.
Efron's long, loud shriek, though painful to his ears, helped him become fully conscious.
Painfully he got to his feet, and looked around for Xejifah.
And there he saw it, embedded in the ground 30 meters away.
Slowly he limped over to it, and only just managed to dislodge it from the ground, and turned around and headed toward Efron.
Efron had recovered from the shock of the injury and, as he saw Hayden painfully limping towards him with his blade, began shouting curses one after another at Hayden, using the foulest, blackest, filthiest language he knew, never once stopping to take a breath.
Zac's curses and foul insults however, fell on deaf ears. Hayden had only one thought in mind: to do what had to be done.
He seized Efron by the throat with one paw, and squeezed, drastically reducing the air supply and cutting off the stream of curses.
Bringing back his sword paw, he plunged into Efron's chest with all his might.
Xejifah went in clean and came out through Zac's back coated thickly in blood.
Zac briefly looked surprised, and then the expression began to turn into anger at the realization that Hayden had killed him, but his life force was already draining out, so death sucked that terrible expression of his face and Zac's body went limp. Efron's legs ceased to kick, and his eyes lost focus.
Slowly, Hayden drew out his blade from Efron's body and cast the corpse aside.
Wearily, only too aware of the pain this action caused him, he bent down and cleaned his blade on Zac's shirt, then laid it down and paused to reflect.
Who would have thought that a day that began so peacefully would have led to this? Hayden was injured, no doubt, and badly at that.
But he had managed to silence another aggravating Disney star, so all these injuries were not in vain.
Hayden turned and limped back into his cave, pausing briefly to pick up his blade, having no thought at all for Zac's body and how it would be disposed of, or even his forgotten drawing materials. His only thought was to get inside and rest.
Once he was inside, he lay down and closed is eyes. Nothing mattered now.
Only rest. Rest from the battle, his injuries, Zac's soulless eyes, everything...

THE END


Posted by LordHayden - February 23rd, 2009


Tramping through the woods late at night, clutching Yuki's hand, I was wondering where we were headed. I asked her.
"Don't you worry about that," she told me, clutching my hand possessively as we continued trudging.
I, however, was not too sure. I had no idea where we were, and we must have been walking for at least half an hour.
"She'd better have a good reason for doing this," I thought.
I looked ahead and suddenly spied a lone shack in a clearing. It was all dark and not a sign of life stirred about it. Yuki seemed to be pulling me to it.
"We're here," she announced.
"What!?" I was incredulous. "You made me trek all through those woods for so long just to make me see A SHACK??"
"No," she retorted. "It's what we're going to do in it," she explained.
She pulled me to the door which was a pack of roughly hewn and crudely joined planks, and pushed it open.
Of course, it was pitch dark inside.
Yuki seemed to know the place quite well, for she told me stay put while she fumbled around for a lantern, which she then lit.
Once she did, I looked around, and saw the place was completely devoid of any furniture.
"Okay, so what are we going to do here that we can't do anywhere else?" I asked.
Yuki sat on the floor, her back against the wall, and motioned for me to join her.
Then she started.
"Kluff," she asked me, "have you ever kissed a girl before?"
"Well, our manager wants me to..." I began, but before I could finish, Yuki grabbed me and planted a bit wet one on my mouth.
"So you brought me all the way up here just to kiss me?" I asked.
"Not just to do that," she replied.

So, what happens next? It's your job to finish off this spam. Write whatever you like. It has to legitimate, a paragraph at least. And please try to use proper spelling and punctuation.
And while you're at it, you can put some spam if you like, only none of those sex stories.


Posted by LordHayden - February 2nd, 2009


This is a disturbing, indeed frightening thing for me to say, but I must.
It has to do with the word forever.
Yes, that word which people employ with careless abandon, such as "I've been waiting forever" or "I'll have it forever!"
Well, to all of you who have said that, have you ever taken time to think about how long forever is?
Seriously, it goes on and on for an infinite amount of time. It goes on longer than any of us can imagine, and it's vaster than even I can visualize.
What I mean is that "forever" has no end. I picture it as a circle, once you start, you don't stop.
Yeah, a boundless stretch of time. No, I don't think time means anything in forever, because there's an endless supply of it. Time only means something when there's a limit, when the amount you have is measured, and since it doesn't end it eternity, I like to think it means nothing at all.
I know full well that hyperbole is a necessary part of the present language, but in my opinion there are words that ought not to be used so lightly. So, before you use that word, think carefully about what it means.


Posted by LordHayden - January 15th, 2009


Yes, you read that right. I'm going to die, and so will you. In fact everyone will expire come that year.
Why? you may be asking.
Is there a set of nuclear bombs hidden all over the world that will explode in a chain reaction?
I wish.
Will aliens from Jupiter attack and kill everyone?
No.
According to reports, there's a huge meteor called Nibiru headed straight for Earth, and on 12th Jan, it was been confirmed that it will hit on 2012.
And Nibby is big. Real fucking big. And if it hits Earth, let's just say that things won't be good, to put it mildly.
I read in one of my science textbooks some time back when I was still in school that if a large enough meteroid hit the Earth, the very air we breathe would be blasted off the planet because of the force of the impact.
So, you can guess the impact of what I'm telling you here.
When I first heard about Nibiru, I just brushed it off until I fully grasped what it meant. Then my imagination took over and began to weave wild and frightening fantasies of a speck in the sky, which appears slowly at first, then rapidly increases in size till it becomes a fireball which consumes the entire sky. The last thing we would feel is the intense heat searing our flesh, and we would be dead before we were crushed by Nibby.
If you weren't crushed, then there would be a fierce wind, the likes has never been before experienced, not even in the most powerful and destructive hurricane or tornado, whipping up dust from all over the world, blacking out the sun, flying down the throats of all who are trying to breathe, choking them to death. Then, even that foul deadly air is whisked off into space, leaving all those who were not crushed or choked by the dust nothing to breathe at all. But the rest of us would not slowly gasp and choke to death, because the extreme temperatures of Space(there'd be no more atmosphere to protect us from it, since it got blasted off into space) would turn everyone into icicles quicker than you can say knack jife(That word remind you of anything?). Oh, and by the way, did I mention that the fierce wind would also rip all the buildings there are on this Earth out of the ground regardless of how firm the foundation is and hurl them into space, along with plenty of people?
Everytime I look in the sky, I thought about it, and I even dreamt about it once.
I could be wrong, this could all be a huge hoax. In a small recess of my mind, I'm hoping so, because if this is true, then we are in BIG TROUBLE.
We only have 3.5 years left to live, to do what we should and want to do.
But that may not be the way we'd all die. Nibiru might knock the Earth into the Sun and--you know the rest.
When I think about that, nothing seems so important. The global economic crisis is only going to last 3 years.
Hamas, Al-Queda, Abu Sayyaf, and LRA are only going to be around for 3 more years.
People who are starving all over the world?
Only for three more years.
Orphans? Not for much longer.
All those annoying messed-up celebrities?
They only got three more years to blow up.
Fuck. I'll never get big on NG, I'll never become famous and have lots of fans, and worst of all, I'll die a virgin.
Right now, I'm beginning to think that the guys getting killed in Gaza, or for that matter all over the world, whatever the cause - are to be envied. They won't have to face Nibiru.
So, that leaves me with another question.
What am I going to do with the time I have left? When confronted with inevitable and irrevocable death, nothing seems worthwhile.
A few days I was busy wondering what my purpose in life was. Well, now I don't have to look for it anymore, because I don't have one.
I guess in the some words of the lyrics of Goldfinger's song Superman, I'll "do everything I can, holdin' on to what I am, pretending I'm a superman." Or superwerewolf, in my case.
I might as well buy and play all the GameCube games I want, make the best Flashes I can, make some rap songs, do everything I want and get all the material stuff I want, tell all the people important people in my life that I love them, say hi to all the people I would like to meet, and more.
Very gloomy picture I've painted here, mmm? I know.
So, like the title of R.E.M.'s song "It's the End of the World As We Know It."
Peace out.


Posted by LordHayden - December 30th, 2008


Now, 2009 finally draws near.
I definitely can't say it was the best year I've ever had, especially with out going without power for THREE MONTHS( No, that's not a typo, you read that right) and again for a month, and another three weeks, before it came back to stay.
All right, 2008 hasn't all been bad, but there definitely has been a lot of downs
(economic crisis, etc).
I wonder if we should say Happy New Year, because that's what we said about this one, only to have it turn out like this.
On the more positive side, I finally got my paws on another GC power cable, for which I'm going to buy a proper converter, and hopefully And the GameCube Blew part 2 will not happen. I got it in June, and I have had to wait five months before I could play it again.
Away from all that, here are some of the things I would like to get(or do) in 2009:
(No, they're not resolutions)
Get a Wacom Bamboo Fun tablet(pictured below)
Make High School Murdercal 3 and hopefully affect the sales of High School Musical 3
Get big on NG
Get big all over the Net.

That's all. I wish everyone on NG a Happy New Year in spite of what I said earlier.
Goodbye.

As the year 2008 draws to a close...


Posted by LordHayden - December 17th, 2008


Hello people!
Do you hate the Disney teen stars that have sprung up lately e.g. Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers, the like?
Well, if you do, here's you chance to unleash all the hate you want at them. Diss them as much as you want on my post here, and the best part is, no forum mod to lock it! Flame them as much as you want!
Only rule here: No dissing anyone else who posts here, just the stars.
Well, what are you waiting for? RUN THEM DOWN!!!


Posted by LordHayden - December 1st, 2008


Something has occurred to me, and it could be big.
I'll start from the beginning.
A few days back, me and two of my classmates were talking about viruses. I won't bother you with the details, but we got to the people who make the viruses, who are(as you know) mostly teenage-to-college-age males. These virus makers also have to have antiviruses for their viruses.
So there was a certain virus maker, when he got caught, he could not make an antivirus to stop his worm.
Now that got me thinking.
What if all these antivirus companies(Symantec, Kaspersky, Nod32, McAfee, and such) are secretly in league with some virus makers to ensure that their products are always in demand. This sounds outrageous yes I know, but maybe these companies' antivirus software is so good is because they are secretly in a deal with these guys, who give them antidotes for the viruses.
They work with the hackers on order to ensure that there are plenty of viruses going around, because if people stopped making viruses(not gonna happen, I know that too) then these guys would go out of business.
Could it be true?


Posted by LordHayden - November 19th, 2008


I have reason to believe that Mr. Fulp is using the Alpha system as a joke, because every time I try to view one, I keep getting the message that the server is under extreme stress and couldn't do it. And this happens every time I try. Every single fucking time. So, either the server responsible for the Alphas need to be upgraded, or Mr. Fulp is using them as a joke.
I can complain about this because I can't fix that problem.
Anyway, while I'm at it, I might as well complain about why my Flash gets the rip-down while others get nothing but plaudits.
A certain Lady Kass said about my movie, The Wrath of Iron Ryan, that the sound effects in the fights were out of place and I should have just had music instead. Yeah, sure. How come no one ever told ValorXII about his Mutant Ninja Turtles series to do that? Or to do so-and-so. How come no one tells MentalMyles to draw his things better. Now, I know I do not measure up to those guys, but I don't think it's fair for me to get ripped down, especially by people who know nothing about Flash, while others get applauded through and through. I think only Flash authors should be allowed to comment on other Flash artists' work, because they know how much effort they put into their cartoons.