DarkReaperRising
- Birthday
- February 16
- Location
- Behind that Drugstore
- Re-Logic Games Owned
- Terraria: PC
- Terraria: Xbox 360
- Terraria: Mobile
- Gender
- Male
Signature
(Thx to @Zygomorph for the banner)
I like destiny and my favorite gun in it is:
Yeah you're right its HAWKAWESOME (Screeeech)
(Molos' Made the sprite)
I totally dont do throwing knife drills(Insert Kappa)
I HAS THE MAD SNIPES
Though Sometimes Im sick and have the Small snipes XD
But Either way I use my Longbow Synthesis
Yeah you're right its HAWKAWESOME (Screeeech)
(Molos' Made the sprite)
I totally dont do throwing knife drills(Insert Kappa)
I HAS THE MAD SNIPES
Though Sometimes Im sick and have the Small snipes XD
But Either way I use my Longbow Synthesis
My Clan:
My Scythe(By @Anythin )
The skeletal embrace of death,
Reigning over your final breath,
It looms over your finite life,
And you finally fall in strife.
The Reaper ever stays 'pon you,
His eyes a deadly crimson hue,
He adores none does hate none,
In his sad soul-gathering run.
Reigning over your final breath,
It looms over your finite life,
And you finally fall in strife.
The Reaper ever stays 'pon you,
His eyes a deadly crimson hue,
He adores none does hate none,
In his sad soul-gathering run.
Ok, reaper man.
A shadow swoops and sweeps
Over these grassy lands
Turning wood to ash
And grassy soil sand.
A skeletal void
That brings battles to their end
And dragging to the other side
Souls struggling to amend.
Devastation and entropy
Under one banner
Slinking through the dark
In a cheerful manner.
And holding it's eternal breath.
And as I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I Fear No Evil.
Poem 2 (Blood):
The crimson red.
Rivers of it around.
Covering the walls
Seeping into the ground.
And so, a corpse
Comes crashing on the floor
It's gushing, opened chest
Causing more red to pour.
A scythe wound, large and wide
The cause of his death
His only word "Reaper."
Being his final dying breath.
A shadow swoops and sweeps
Over these grassy lands
Turning wood to ash
And grassy soil sand.
A skeletal void
That brings battles to their end
And dragging to the other side
Souls struggling to amend.
Devastation and entropy
Under one banner
Slinking through the dark
In a cheerful manner.
And holding it's eternal breath.
And as I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death
I Fear No Evil.
Poem 2 (Blood):
The crimson red.
Rivers of it around.
Covering the walls
Seeping into the ground.
And so, a corpse
Comes crashing on the floor
It's gushing, opened chest
Causing more red to pour.
A scythe wound, large and wide
The cause of his death
His only word "Reaper."
Being his final dying breath.
Followers
Trophies
-
0
Putting Down Roots
You've been here four whole years and, like a flower, made the forum more beautiful with your presence. -
0
I Have Many Leather-Bound Books....
1,095 days is a long time, indeed....and that's how long you've been a member of our Community! -
0
The Fabric of Our Lives...
Two years as a Terrarian! Thanks for your continued support! -
0
Origami!
Happy Paper Anniversary! You've been a member of the Terrarian Community for a full year! -
0
Like a sauna in here....
Link your Steam account to your forum account. -
0
Terraria: The world that has been pulled over your eyes...
The Terrariatrix has you! With 100 messages posted, it's too late to turn back now! -
0
Out of the Shadows...
A lurker no longer, you have posted your first message in our community forums!