There once was a very fat man
Who lived in the town of Flann.
This man had a hobby of the glutenous sort.
He liked to eat, and considered it a sport.
Most sport requires action, but this didn't suit him at all.
So he took up eating and in the end, it was his downfall.
He started the day with 12 dozen eggs,
And bacon, and porridge, and beer by the keg.
And toast, and ham, and bread made of rye.
And for dessert, an extra large minced pie.
After his first meal was complete,
He sat there a second, then looked at his feet.
"There's no way I could even attempt to stand up!"
He said thoughtfully, as he re-filled his cup.
"I suppose I'll just have to sit here and feast."
And feast he did, not worried in the least.
Dinner was every bit as grand as the first meal.
What with all the sandwiches, soups, and veal.
And all the pasta, and pizza, and mead.
Ah yes, it was a grand meal indeed.
The very fat man, growing fatter by the minute,
Figured that since this was a sport, he was in it to win it.
"I'll eat and I'll eat and I'll never quit!"
Oh, if only he knew what he was about to get.
Supper consisted of a great many dishes,
Of casseroles, of desserts, of a variety of fishes.
Of breads, and meat, and food galore!
And yet, the man kept wanting more.
"I shall win!", the man said as he ate a lamp chop.
"I shall not Loo-", then POP!
The man who thought eating a game
Was very suddenly put to shame.
No longer is there a man of vast weight,
For he continued eating, thus sealing his fate.
He ate until he could hold no more,
And now we see that this game held no score.
He finished the food and the food finished him.
Now tell me, which of the two really did win?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Poll results
LunaPuma has won the popularity vote by a heaping 6 votes! Congrats LunaPuma! *theme song goes here*
Second place the ever so musically talented Miztermuzik with 2 votes, Great job!
Unfortunately for eb_fourside and Risu-Chan they have been given 0 votes...
Another poll will be up soon. Thanks for voting!
Second place the ever so musically talented Miztermuzik with 2 votes, Great job!
Unfortunately for eb_fourside and Risu-Chan they have been given 0 votes...
Another poll will be up soon. Thanks for voting!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Short Story
People ever rarely take the time to enjoy the beauty of nature and the environment surrounding them. I used to be this way. I didn't care a thing about enjoying what God has created for us. The masterpiece that is Earth. A busy person, such as myself in the past, never had time for it. They always run from one place to another, never taking a moment to relax. It's always work, work, and more work! Busy, busy, busy.
My deceased wife, Marie, was the one person I knew who enjoyed everything that was given to her. She never had to work for anything. We had no kids, and I supported her. I am glad to say that my wife had a very good life, and everyday she reminded me of how blessed we were to have each other, and the big and small things that God had given us.
The day I received a phone called from my local hospital, my life changed forever. My wife had been in a serious car accident, and was barely breathing. Everything, even time, seemed to freeze in that moment. The love of my life was fighting for her life in a hospital bed, and I wasn't there. I am thankful that God kept her alive in time for me to see her face one last time.
I sat in that room for hours, holding her hand and praying that God would save her life. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and the last thing she ever said to me was, "I am finally going home to be with our Father. Don't waste the time you have left by mourning over me. I'll be safe with God. God still has something for you to do, so do it. I love you, Steven."
They were the sweetest words my wife had ever said to me. She closed her eyes and smiled, and then in a single moment, she was gone. Tears filled my eyes in seconds, and I cried the whole day. The only thing that mattered to me was gone. I made one final promise to her. I would do what she asked.
It always seems that when a person is at his lowest and most depressing time, is when he finally realizes his need for a Savior, and a need to change. It's when they finally become sincere, and finally change. Not because they will it, but because they want it. After my wife passed away, I quit my job. I took all the money I had, bought a house in the mountains, and I have lived in the same house for 20 years.
I had no need for electricity, or the pleasures that many people had. I was content, and still am, with my little log house, my Bible, and the beautiful land that God created.
As I write this on my porch, I stare at the beautiful blue sky, with the white, puffy clouds gliding slowly across the vast expanse. How wonderful! The Evergreen's and Pine's that stretch across the land as far as the eye can see is magnificent. Even the very ground is a wonder to look at!
To this day I have kept my promise, and I will gladly keep it until my life is over. I still miss the comfort and joy that my wife emitted and the love that we shared, but I honestly believe had she not died, I would still be a busy person, never taking the time to truly appreciate my blessings. I will one day see my wife again, but how much more I look forward to being with my Father! One day, "busy" will no longer exist, and that's completely fine with me.
My deceased wife, Marie, was the one person I knew who enjoyed everything that was given to her. She never had to work for anything. We had no kids, and I supported her. I am glad to say that my wife had a very good life, and everyday she reminded me of how blessed we were to have each other, and the big and small things that God had given us.
The day I received a phone called from my local hospital, my life changed forever. My wife had been in a serious car accident, and was barely breathing. Everything, even time, seemed to freeze in that moment. The love of my life was fighting for her life in a hospital bed, and I wasn't there. I am thankful that God kept her alive in time for me to see her face one last time.
I sat in that room for hours, holding her hand and praying that God would save her life. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and the last thing she ever said to me was, "I am finally going home to be with our Father. Don't waste the time you have left by mourning over me. I'll be safe with God. God still has something for you to do, so do it. I love you, Steven."
They were the sweetest words my wife had ever said to me. She closed her eyes and smiled, and then in a single moment, she was gone. Tears filled my eyes in seconds, and I cried the whole day. The only thing that mattered to me was gone. I made one final promise to her. I would do what she asked.
It always seems that when a person is at his lowest and most depressing time, is when he finally realizes his need for a Savior, and a need to change. It's when they finally become sincere, and finally change. Not because they will it, but because they want it. After my wife passed away, I quit my job. I took all the money I had, bought a house in the mountains, and I have lived in the same house for 20 years.
I had no need for electricity, or the pleasures that many people had. I was content, and still am, with my little log house, my Bible, and the beautiful land that God created.
As I write this on my porch, I stare at the beautiful blue sky, with the white, puffy clouds gliding slowly across the vast expanse. How wonderful! The Evergreen's and Pine's that stretch across the land as far as the eye can see is magnificent. Even the very ground is a wonder to look at!
To this day I have kept my promise, and I will gladly keep it until my life is over. I still miss the comfort and joy that my wife emitted and the love that we shared, but I honestly believe had she not died, I would still be a busy person, never taking the time to truly appreciate my blessings. I will one day see my wife again, but how much more I look forward to being with my Father! One day, "busy" will no longer exist, and that's completely fine with me.
Monday, March 22, 2010
What lies beneath.. (pt 1)
Have you ever once been young? If you have then you will understand this story fully. If not then you might as well close this book and dig around for your boring old New York Times magazines.
If you have been a kid, or better yet, you are a kid then continue reading. This story will open up your mind to what everyone has once thought in their life. What lies beneath?
When we are young; we play games. We go out and explore what the world has never shown us, children look for new things to discover. They shrug their shoulders at danger and defy all odds they are incapable of getting hurt.. or so they think. However, when they go to bed they run and jump on the bed in fear of what lies beneath it. They call their mother to kiss them a sweet sleep and turn off the light then attempt to drift into a dream. It is then that the immeasurable thoughts of what lies beneath petrifies the mind with distress, imagination runs wild and fear sets in the depths of the mind. Has anyone ever checked what was under the bed? What could be under such a dark and hideous expanse..
(yes I know this is short...)
If you have been a kid, or better yet, you are a kid then continue reading. This story will open up your mind to what everyone has once thought in their life. What lies beneath?
When we are young; we play games. We go out and explore what the world has never shown us, children look for new things to discover. They shrug their shoulders at danger and defy all odds they are incapable of getting hurt.. or so they think. However, when they go to bed they run and jump on the bed in fear of what lies beneath it. They call their mother to kiss them a sweet sleep and turn off the light then attempt to drift into a dream. It is then that the immeasurable thoughts of what lies beneath petrifies the mind with distress, imagination runs wild and fear sets in the depths of the mind. Has anyone ever checked what was under the bed? What could be under such a dark and hideous expanse..
(yes I know this is short...)
An Adventure In Wonderland
"TIME FOR TEA!" the Mad Hatter exclaimed, his eyes a shiny emerald color. "We shall have tea on this very merry day and it shall be good tea indeed! Who here likes elephants?"
"Elephants?" the Door Mouse asked sleepily. "Elephants are much too large for my taste."
"Yes, I agree, Hatter. Pick something more Hare sized, will you?" The March Hare's eyes gave a twitch. "I'd rather not think about something so large."
The Hatter's face got a slightly puzzled expression before lighting up again. "I've got it! We'll talk about spoons!"
"Spoons! Why, I love spoons!" The March Hare jumped up and brandished his spoon like a sword. "I shall use my spoon to conquer the Red Queen. Off with her head!"
The Hatter gasped. "Hare! You really mustn't say things like that!" he looked over his shoulder, then under the table, then in his shoe before speaking again. "You never know who could be listening." he whispered.
The March Hare hiccuped. "Oh, blast it! Who cares who hears me? OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER BLOODY HUGE BULBOUS MONSTROUS PUMPKIN SHE CALLS A HEAD!" The Hare began to laugh insanely, waking the Door Mouse.
The Door Mouse looked at the Hare with bored eyes. "Perhaps one too many spoonfuls of sugar, Hatter?"
The Hatter cringed in response, for now the Hare was running in circles, knocking things off the table with his spoon. "Take that, saucer! And that, tea cup! Oh, thought you'd get away, did you? Take that!" And with the last "that", the Door Mouse and his tea pot went flying off of the table and into the sink where the Hatter liked to wash his feet.
The Hatter tried to calm the Hare down a bit. "Now Hare, really, there's no reason to be so obnoxious. Why don't you calm down a bit and drink some of this marvelous tea I've ma-"
Before the Hatter could finish, the Hare had splashed all of his tea into the Hatter's face and began shaking his bottom in the Hatter's general direction. Purposely disposing of one's tea was the highest form of insult, and the Hatter would have none of it.
The Hatter, his moods so easily triggered, began to turn. His eyes were no longer emerald, but a ruby red color. His pupils were dilated, giving him the impression of a very colorful, very scary shark. His face flushed, and his British accent was gone, replaced by a Scottish accent instead.
"Why you dirty no good sad excuse for a hare! How dare yee disrupt MY tea party! If I could send the bogies on yee, I would! Aye, I wish they'd take yee and give yee the beating of a life time! How dare yee think yee can march in here and ruin my tea party?!"
And with that, the Mad Hatter lunged at the March Hare, who had stopped laughing long enough to notice that the Hatter was no longer himself. The Hatter grabbed the Hare by the ears and thrusted him back into his chair.
"You will sit here and you will drink your tea, so help me, or I will bloody well cut off your head meself!"
The Hatter stomped around the table and flopped into the head chair. The Door Mouse squeaked from over at the sink. "H-h-hatter?"
"What do you want, you useless creature?" the Hatter growled.
"I-i-i think I'd rather enjoy a cup of tea, if you don't mind."
The Hatter, bless his heart, instantly switched his mood around, becoming once again the sweet yet slightly mad Hatter.
"Why, what a delightful idea, Door Mouse! One lump or two?"
"Elephants?" the Door Mouse asked sleepily. "Elephants are much too large for my taste."
"Yes, I agree, Hatter. Pick something more Hare sized, will you?" The March Hare's eyes gave a twitch. "I'd rather not think about something so large."
The Hatter's face got a slightly puzzled expression before lighting up again. "I've got it! We'll talk about spoons!"
"Spoons! Why, I love spoons!" The March Hare jumped up and brandished his spoon like a sword. "I shall use my spoon to conquer the Red Queen. Off with her head!"
The Hatter gasped. "Hare! You really mustn't say things like that!" he looked over his shoulder, then under the table, then in his shoe before speaking again. "You never know who could be listening." he whispered.
The March Hare hiccuped. "Oh, blast it! Who cares who hears me? OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER HEAD! OFF WITH HER BLOODY HUGE BULBOUS MONSTROUS PUMPKIN SHE CALLS A HEAD!" The Hare began to laugh insanely, waking the Door Mouse.
The Door Mouse looked at the Hare with bored eyes. "Perhaps one too many spoonfuls of sugar, Hatter?"
The Hatter cringed in response, for now the Hare was running in circles, knocking things off the table with his spoon. "Take that, saucer! And that, tea cup! Oh, thought you'd get away, did you? Take that!" And with the last "that", the Door Mouse and his tea pot went flying off of the table and into the sink where the Hatter liked to wash his feet.
The Hatter tried to calm the Hare down a bit. "Now Hare, really, there's no reason to be so obnoxious. Why don't you calm down a bit and drink some of this marvelous tea I've ma-"
Before the Hatter could finish, the Hare had splashed all of his tea into the Hatter's face and began shaking his bottom in the Hatter's general direction. Purposely disposing of one's tea was the highest form of insult, and the Hatter would have none of it.
The Hatter, his moods so easily triggered, began to turn. His eyes were no longer emerald, but a ruby red color. His pupils were dilated, giving him the impression of a very colorful, very scary shark. His face flushed, and his British accent was gone, replaced by a Scottish accent instead.
"Why you dirty no good sad excuse for a hare! How dare yee disrupt MY tea party! If I could send the bogies on yee, I would! Aye, I wish they'd take yee and give yee the beating of a life time! How dare yee think yee can march in here and ruin my tea party?!"
And with that, the Mad Hatter lunged at the March Hare, who had stopped laughing long enough to notice that the Hatter was no longer himself. The Hatter grabbed the Hare by the ears and thrusted him back into his chair.
"You will sit here and you will drink your tea, so help me, or I will bloody well cut off your head meself!"
The Hatter stomped around the table and flopped into the head chair. The Door Mouse squeaked from over at the sink. "H-h-hatter?"
"What do you want, you useless creature?" the Hatter growled.
"I-i-i think I'd rather enjoy a cup of tea, if you don't mind."
The Hatter, bless his heart, instantly switched his mood around, becoming once again the sweet yet slightly mad Hatter.
"Why, what a delightful idea, Door Mouse! One lump or two?"
Monday, March 15, 2010
Something Random I Wrote
I'd like to think that my life has meaning. I'd like to think that there is someone in this world for me. I'd like to think that I will make a difference. I'd like to think that I will be a hero, and that millions of people will look to me when the hour seems darkest, but it's only what I'd like to think. Unfortunately, that fantasy came true, only the unfortunate part is that I was not the hero, but a villain. I changed millions of lives, but that change was only of either death or destruction. I made a difference. I was the one who made heroes rise up and defeat the evil in this world. I was the one that sparked a war between the good and the bad. Millions looked at me, but they were disgusted, and I was hated, but I didn't care. I hated them as well. Who am I? My name is Villain. I am here to destroy Hero.
Brutal Love Square (Part IV)
"He's still alive?" asked Raoul.
The Phantom stood there, breathing heavily. He nodded his head, and then raised his sword in front of him.
"Christine is MINE!" shouted the Phantom.
Raoul put Christine behind him and he took out his own sword, and crossed his blade with the Phantom's blade.
"Erik! Raoul! Stop this at once! I choose who I love, and nobody can make that decision for me!"
"Erik?" questioned Raoul. "So, you ARE just a man! I knew it! You aren't a ghost! You are pathetic!"
Erik brought his sword back and swung a mighty blow toward Raoul's head. He knocked the sword from his hand and in one swift movement, he spun and drove the sword into Raoul's heart. Christine screamed and Erik laughed. Erik ripped the sword out of Raoul's chest, and Raoul fell backwards, and died as soon as he hit the ground.
Christine fell at Raoul's side and began to weep. Erik grabbed her arm and pulled her from the dead corpse, and took her from the cemetery and entered the woods once again.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" screamed Christine as loud as she could.
Erik ignored her bitter words and continued to drag her through the forest. It was time that he disappeared forever, with Christine.
While they ran, a voice boomed from somewhere in the forest. It seemed like it came from all directions. "One fool dead, another soon to die!"
Erik took out his sword and spun quickly, seeking the voice of Ryan.
"I'M HERE!"
Erik spun around with his sword held at the level of his eyes and clashed with Ryan's sword.
"Hello, Erik. We meet again, for the final time. It is clear that wickedness has consumed you, and Christine deserves an angel. You must die!"
So began the final fight, that would determine Christine's fate.
The Phantom stood there, breathing heavily. He nodded his head, and then raised his sword in front of him.
"Christine is MINE!" shouted the Phantom.
Raoul put Christine behind him and he took out his own sword, and crossed his blade with the Phantom's blade.
"Erik! Raoul! Stop this at once! I choose who I love, and nobody can make that decision for me!"
"Erik?" questioned Raoul. "So, you ARE just a man! I knew it! You aren't a ghost! You are pathetic!"
Erik brought his sword back and swung a mighty blow toward Raoul's head. He knocked the sword from his hand and in one swift movement, he spun and drove the sword into Raoul's heart. Christine screamed and Erik laughed. Erik ripped the sword out of Raoul's chest, and Raoul fell backwards, and died as soon as he hit the ground.
Christine fell at Raoul's side and began to weep. Erik grabbed her arm and pulled her from the dead corpse, and took her from the cemetery and entered the woods once again.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" screamed Christine as loud as she could.
Erik ignored her bitter words and continued to drag her through the forest. It was time that he disappeared forever, with Christine.
While they ran, a voice boomed from somewhere in the forest. It seemed like it came from all directions. "One fool dead, another soon to die!"
Erik took out his sword and spun quickly, seeking the voice of Ryan.
"I'M HERE!"
Erik spun around with his sword held at the level of his eyes and clashed with Ryan's sword.
"Hello, Erik. We meet again, for the final time. It is clear that wickedness has consumed you, and Christine deserves an angel. You must die!"
So began the final fight, that would determine Christine's fate.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
There Once Was a Man Who Lived in Bamboo
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There once was a man who lived in bamboo
and was once obsessed with the color blue, and loved to dress in fufu-londu.
For the style has been all the rage, and it only to cost a minimum wage!
When the man in bamboo had nothing to do he decided to go out and buy him some shoes.
Most were to big and many to small, there would he find nothing at all? And there in the light was such a delight! He saw all the colors of pink, black and white. All in one shoe what next should he do?
Then the man in bamboo with nothing to decided to buy those wonderful shoes. Showing them off wherever he walked the people around them stood in dumb-shock.
"Who would buy such a silly shoe? Why, only a man who lived in bamboo! What a pity, what a waste, what horrid bad taste! Does this man not possess any pride?"
The man with his shoes and nothing to do went back to abide in his house of bamboo. From there he lay peaceful and gay to flyaway in his sleep. Dreams of lands and of bright-rays, sunbeams and clouds all one day! Peaceful and deep was he in his sleep until he awoke by a thud. He looked around heard no other sound, then set back his head to sleep. Then he woke to roar from a door at least a few rooms away. Then he left to explore, what could be behind such noisy door? Maybe a cat or perhaps a rat? From behind the door, much to his horror, there no cat nor rat. It was a monster; a large ugly shoe who looked at the man screaming "you!"
The man fell to his face pleading his fate, asking his shoe to not eat him!
"Foolish man! I am your shoe, the one you bought from fufu-londu. I only roar because I adore you giving attention to me. You threw me away-- into the dust! And to think, master, I gave you my trust! Not a home, not a bed you left me for dead! I feel you have abandoned me!" Then the shoe shad a tear; part-reluctant from fear had sat at his master's side. The man kicked the shoe then headed for bed for there was nothing left that had to be said.
The shoe hid away without further delay then sat there and cried, and cried. He saw next to him a wonderful Croc-shoe. He stayed and he talked then went for a walk with his new found best friend Croc.
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There once was a man who lived in bamboo
and was once obsessed with the color blue, and loved to dress in fufu-londu.
For the style has been all the rage, and it only to cost a minimum wage!
When the man in bamboo had nothing to do he decided to go out and buy him some shoes.
Most were to big and many to small, there would he find nothing at all? And there in the light was such a delight! He saw all the colors of pink, black and white. All in one shoe what next should he do?
Then the man in bamboo with nothing to decided to buy those wonderful shoes. Showing them off wherever he walked the people around them stood in dumb-shock.
"Who would buy such a silly shoe? Why, only a man who lived in bamboo! What a pity, what a waste, what horrid bad taste! Does this man not possess any pride?"
The man with his shoes and nothing to do went back to abide in his house of bamboo. From there he lay peaceful and gay to flyaway in his sleep. Dreams of lands and of bright-rays, sunbeams and clouds all one day! Peaceful and deep was he in his sleep until he awoke by a thud. He looked around heard no other sound, then set back his head to sleep. Then he woke to roar from a door at least a few rooms away. Then he left to explore, what could be behind such noisy door? Maybe a cat or perhaps a rat? From behind the door, much to his horror, there no cat nor rat. It was a monster; a large ugly shoe who looked at the man screaming "you!"
The man fell to his face pleading his fate, asking his shoe to not eat him!
"Foolish man! I am your shoe, the one you bought from fufu-londu. I only roar because I adore you giving attention to me. You threw me away-- into the dust! And to think, master, I gave you my trust! Not a home, not a bed you left me for dead! I feel you have abandoned me!" Then the shoe shad a tear; part-reluctant from fear had sat at his master's side. The man kicked the shoe then headed for bed for there was nothing left that had to be said.
The shoe hid away without further delay then sat there and cried, and cried. He saw next to him a wonderful Croc-shoe. He stayed and he talked then went for a walk with his new found best friend Croc.
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
Noidy
There once was this girl who got called "nerdy" on a regular basis. She wasn't really a nerd, she just really enjoyed photography, Star Wars books, animal bones, candy necklaces, Muppets, movie making, fossilized animals, strange looking book covers, comics, ice cream, Scrabble, Scattergories, word games in general, penguins, shirts with unusual sayings and/or pictures on them, her battery charger, card games, Harry Potter memorabilia, lemonheads, colored pencils, Joe Jonas, black rimmed glasses, talking in "gangsta" lingo, jumping up and down when she's excited, the inside of the human body, chocolate covered raisins, the color yellow, movie soundtracks, stupid yet funny movies, kitties, photoshop, bugs, germ-x, clean fingernails, Nevershoutnever, the macro setting on her camera, nerdy guys, a guy singing to a certain girl in front of everyone, bookmarks, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, novelty items, drawing, recieving compliments on her talents, books that make her cry or laugh out loud, pet stores, Barnes & Nobels, deformed foods, etc...
...............Oh crap. I am a nerd!
...............Oh crap. I am a nerd!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Brutal Love Square (Part III)
Raoul stood with his sword held parallel to the ground, pointing the tip of the blade at the musical genius, Ryan. Ryan was completely defenseless, for his sword had been knocked out of his hands by the Phantom. Raoul smirked, and approached Ryan slowly. He stood there with a stoic look about him, almost as if Ryan was actually mocking Raoul.
"Before I send you to your death, care to use your final breath?" asked Raoul with a fierce tone.
Ryan only smiled. He jumped into the water, and he didn't come back up. Raoul stood there for ten minutes and could not see him come back up from underwater. While Raoul had a small head start, he ran through the broken frame after Christine and the Phantom.
Raoul ran through what seemed like an endless passage before entering into a deep, vast forest. Christine would have ran in the direction of her fathers grave, and the Phantom, being her eternal stalker, would be going to the cemetery too. Raoul ran as fast as possible through the thick, dark forest toward the cemetery.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the entrance to the cemetery. He ran through the graveyard toward the tomb where Christine's father was buried. He cut around one of the graves and saw Christine sitting on the stairs with tears running down her face.
In that moment, Raoul wanted nothing more than to hold Christine in his arms and love her forever. Raoul didn't hesitate, he ran to Christine and took her by the hand, and began to sing to her. She seemed to be lost in her mind, and she didn't seem to be listening to him.
The Phantom appeared in the middle of the graveyard, and he stared at Raoul and Christine. He was breathing heavily and his face looked even more distorted than it used to be. His sword hung at his side, and his hand was seriously mangled. Raoul doesn't remember hurting him at all. Unless, Ryan lived...
"Before I send you to your death, care to use your final breath?" asked Raoul with a fierce tone.
Ryan only smiled. He jumped into the water, and he didn't come back up. Raoul stood there for ten minutes and could not see him come back up from underwater. While Raoul had a small head start, he ran through the broken frame after Christine and the Phantom.
Raoul ran through what seemed like an endless passage before entering into a deep, vast forest. Christine would have ran in the direction of her fathers grave, and the Phantom, being her eternal stalker, would be going to the cemetery too. Raoul ran as fast as possible through the thick, dark forest toward the cemetery.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the entrance to the cemetery. He ran through the graveyard toward the tomb where Christine's father was buried. He cut around one of the graves and saw Christine sitting on the stairs with tears running down her face.
In that moment, Raoul wanted nothing more than to hold Christine in his arms and love her forever. Raoul didn't hesitate, he ran to Christine and took her by the hand, and began to sing to her. She seemed to be lost in her mind, and she didn't seem to be listening to him.
The Phantom appeared in the middle of the graveyard, and he stared at Raoul and Christine. He was breathing heavily and his face looked even more distorted than it used to be. His sword hung at his side, and his hand was seriously mangled. Raoul doesn't remember hurting him at all. Unless, Ryan lived...
