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Well heres my latest photoshop creation!

T'is a picture of me and my new short purple hair, edited to be even MORE purple! Some cool eyes and an awesome background.

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The Duchess of an Icy Fate (1)

Present Day

Let's say it is the year 2010. And let's say that there have been rumors of a killer on the loose. A killer that freezes her victims and in some way that keeps them alive and encased in ice. An unbreakable ice. So eventually the victim dies a slow and cold death by hypothermia.
Rumor around town says that this killer calls herself "Icy Fate", which makes sense. And it is said in the newspaper that she works for some secret origination that is against our current government. But this is all that the public knows. At least until five this afternoon. Everyone is sitting by their computers, radios, and TVs, waiting for the update on this "Icy Fate" killer chick.
The clocks chimes five and the computers, radios, and TVs come to life.

"This is Robert Smith here, reporting on channel three news.
Just in, an update on the mysterious "Icy Fate" killer: Five men, all with government jobs, were found dead this morning in their offices. Each frozen just as all the previous victims of the Icy Fate. On the floor the words "Icy Fate" were written in ice. It is still unknown how the Icy Fate does this. Does she use machinery or is she some kind of monster? And why is she working for this secret organization, and what do they have against the government? Why does this organization remain a mystery? And Why did she let herself be seen? We'll find out, after this break. Robert Smith, channel three news."

Were the words of the TV reporter. Pictures flashed across the screens. People gasped, fainted, and the children's eyes were shielded. A picture from a security camera showed the face of the killer. Her hair was snow-white and was up in two big pony-tails. Her skin was quite pale, almost as white as her hair. But the scariest thing about her was her eyes and the expression on her lips. Her eyes were a sharp icy blue and seemed to glow with malice. And her lips were twisted in an evil smile that could give any person nightmares for months. These images came up on the computer to, with the same video of the reporter. The radios conveyed a similar message, telling the listeners to check online for the pictures.
Panic spread like a disease. Everyone was scared that they might be the next to be killed, even though all evidence showed that the Icy Fate only targeted government employers. The police tried to enforce a calm but it did not work. People ran around screaming, terror in their eyes. Chaos was everywhere. And somewhere deep underground, someone laughed menacingly. A woman. The Icy Fate.

Cheese?

James was a small boy the age of twelve. He lived out in the country, about fifteen miles form the nearest town. He had lost his mother and father to a flood and was now left all alone, with only his cat, Heridain, to keep him company. The flood had destroyed more than half of the food stores, and James was forced to head toward town for food. He tried to tell Heridain to stay, but the stubborn cat refused to listen and followed James out of the house and onto the road.

James found plenty of berries to feed himself on the way to the town, and Heridain had found himself a few mice to snack on. But after the first five miles James began to crave cheese. He didn't know why. He just did. He remembered his father telling him that when a person is on a long trip and has very few things to eat, they start to crave a food that they think would taste good. James came to the conclusion that this craving for cheese was what his father was talking about.

Miles later James fell to the ground, his legs refusing to walk any further. Heridain sat beside him fer a minute and then ran up the road towards a person walking towards James. It was an old man.
"Dear dear. What have we here? What are you doing out in the middle of the road young man?" Asked the elder man.
"Looking for food sir." James said sitting up.
"Well your in luck." Said the man.
"For I've got some food right here." The man took something wrapped in a cloth out of his pocket and gave it to James. James unwrapped it. Inside the cloth was a big slice of cheese.
"Thank you sir!" said James, bitting into the cheese.
"I'm glad you got what you wanted." Said the man.
"Say would you like to come to my house young man?" Asked the man.
"That would be very nice sir." Answered James. And so the Man took James to his house and gave him a new house, a new family, and plenty of cheese.