Monday, August 23, 2010
Friends are a joy to have
Friends help you when you are in need
Friends keep you company
Friends cheer you up when you feel down
Friends are those you can trust
Friends share your joy and sorrow
Friends are people you can rely on
Friends will not judge you
Friends are like a precious gem, hard to find, but easy to loose
Friends give you a shoulder to cry on
Friends never give up on you
Friends are there for you no matter what
Friends stand by you during hard times
Friends are some of the best people you will ever meet
Friends appreciates you for who you are
True Friends are friends for life
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Life has ups and downs.
Just like a roller coaster ride.
You will hear "Arh!"
"Arh!' When something bad happens.
It also have ups.
When it is something good people say "Cool..."
Or even "Arg..."
Life always have good and bad things.
Some people will be as cool as a cucumber when something happens
But some people will be so agitated.
It just sounds like a roller coaster ride!
People enjoy it but some people don't.
Even though you do not like it,
You still have to go through it.
So deal it happily!
This is life!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
- Picture 2c
- Who is/are the focus/focuses in the image? How do you know that?
- Little boy.Family is facing little boy
- Describe the characters/setting.
- Little boy-optimistic
- boy with brown shirt-love to play wiht brother
- boy witn no shirt-lover carpentering
- What kind of story do you think lies behind the image? Explain.
- Little boy jokes entire family laugh
- What do you think is/are the message/s the photographer is seeking to convey through the image?
- poor people can be happy
- What do you like/dislike about the image? What would you have done differently if you were the photographer?
- the distractions
The focuses in the image are the family sitting and having a chat. The family take up most of the picture so they must be the focuses.
The setting is a crowded slum and the family is chatting happily there, there are also two girls sleeping behind them, they may be part of the family. I think the story behind this image, is that the children have nothing to do as they are poor and have nothing to play with, so, they chat together. The father is not in the picture, he may be out to work. The message the photographer may be conveying is that although the family is poor, the children are still very happy and we should appreciate what we have and not complain about what we do not have. I like the way the photographer photographed the family in a very natural way. If I were the photographer, I would take the photo further away as I want the people to see the conditions the family is living in.
The focus of the picture is the rickshaw puller, he is trying to earn money by pulling rickshaws. Compared to the taxis on the left of the picture. They have an easier life by just driving a car while he has to use all his effort to pull the rickshaw. I think that the photographer is trying to tell us the different type of jobs in the same business, how different it can be and some jobs being harder. I like the picture being able to show that the Rickshaw puller would need a lot of force just to pull a rickshaw and that the load which he has to carry is very heavy. If I were the photographer I have would shown the difference of how much a taxi driver and a rickshaw puller would earn.
Who is/are the focus/focuses in the image? How do you know that?
The focuses in the image are the rickshaw puller and the motorcyclist, as they are in the forefront of the picture, such that the the rest of the picture seems like the background.
Describe the characters/setting.
It was a typical day in the city, where there are traffic jams ever so often. Usually, people with an average income can afford to own a car, or a motorcycle at least - it is essential for them, being in a big city, where you have to travel efficiently. However, there are some people who cannot afford to own a vehicle, and have to rely on the few rickshaw pullers left in such modern days - it was the only feasible way to travel across the city without feeling worn out by the time they arrived at the destination. Hopefully the rickshaw puller is pumped up with a good night's sleep, or else they are going to be late for their meeting elsewhere.
What kind of story do you think lies behind the image? Explain.
I think that the story that lies behind this image is that in some countries, the income gap is growing wider and wider, as the rich become richer and the poor, poorer.
What do you think is/are the message/s the photographer is seeking to convey through the image?
I think that he is trying to get the public to know, understand, take notice and action of the plight in many countries where this phenomenon is happening today.
What do you like/dislike about the image? What would you have done differently if you were the photographer?
I would take this picture at a different timing, where a branded car passes the rickshaw puller, so that the emphasis of the difference between the rich and the poor are much more obvious than the original picture itself.
The main focus is on the living conditions of the two people. The picture was taken with everything in view and where they live.
Sleeping on the mattress are a man probably father of the young girl sleeping beside him. They have a very poor living condition, sleeping on the streets with no shelter and no place to put their items. The little girl is also amputated and lost a leg. This might be because of poverty.
I think the story that lies behind the picture is that many people are living like this in parts of the world. This is extreme poverty and is very pitiful. This is because it show whole living place instead of just the two people meaning that the picture wants to depict the whole scene.
The message might be that we should be appreciative of what we have and treasure it.
I dislike about how the picture was take as parts of the top is black and blurred another thing I dislike is that the photographer did not help them out by donating some money to them. If I were him, help them out.
The focus of the image is a man pulling a rickshaw through the crowded streets since they seem to be out of place in the modernized world and he is going against the traffic.
The man seems to be maneuvering his rickshaw to make way for the motorcycle passing through and the rickshaw is loaded with goods and two passengers to be transported. The crowded street used by many, has a jam going on.
The man seems to be doing his daily work pulling his rickshaw carrying customers and goods. He seems to be risking himself by going the opposite way of the traffic.
I think that the photographer is trying to show the gruesome work done by these people. The photographer is trying to portray the lives of uneducated rickshaw pullers.
I like the way the photograph was taken as it de-pics something we usually don't see. If I were the photographer I would have taken the photograph the same way to show the world how some people have to go through life.
This picture depicts a scene of a rickshaw puller and a motorcyclist along the roadside. They are the main focuses in the image as they are in the centre of the picture. It is most likely to be a peak hour period as there are many vehicles congesting the road and traffic.
The rickshaw puller's attire is casual. He is also bare-footed. Perhaps he is representing the community of the poor and he takes up the job of a rickshaw puller to earn a living. As it is a peak period, the rickshaw puller has customers to serve. He is perspiring in his clothes as he tries his best to fetch the customers to their desired destination.
Beside him, there is a motorcyclist. He is properly attired. He might be representing the community of the rich in the area, having able to own a motorcycle. Perhaps he has just finished work and is trying to make his way through the traffic jam.
This picture might be a common seen occurrence at busy locations.
Upon looking at this picture, I think that the photographer is trying to compare and contrast the different lifestyles of common people. Some of them have a luxurious life while some have to work the hard way to earn money to survive.
I like the angle where the picture was taken. It clearly shows that the motorcyclist and the rickshaw puller is moving in opposite directions. If I were the photographer, I might want to experiment and try to take the picture from the side view.
The focuses of the picture is definitely the children as the photographer used a miniature effect to blur the surroundings behind the children and thus to enlarge the focus of the children.
The people are very happy, judging by the looks of their faces. The photograph was probably taken in the village in India or Indonesia.
I think that the family could not afford school for the children and thus they have to stay at home. Since they are bored, the constantly cracked jokes to keep their spirits up and pass the time.
I think the photographer wanted to say via his photo is that although people are living in undesirable conditions, like no school and stuff like that, they could still crack jokes and keep their spirits up. This shows that they appreciate what they have, which definitely shows a contrast on the technology and living conditions we have, but we do not know how to appreciate and still complain, and how they cherish what they have there, like even a simple JOKE.
The photographer managed to bring out the focus by doing a clever trick that I thought was brilliant. He used the clinical miniature effect to highlight the group of people, so that people would immediately switched their attentions to the the group of people and not be distracted by the surroundings.
If I was the photographer, I would have probably done the same thing if the original photo do not have a miniature effect applied to it.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The people in the small house are the focuses of the image. They are clearer and better in quality compared to the other items in the image which are blurred out.
The characters have innocent looks with smiles imprinted on their faces, the image makes the people who looks at it can feel a piece of their happiness. The settings is at a small house with very little furnitures and unhygienic floorings and surroundings.
Its a big yet poor family with many children, however they lived happily despite of their poor background. The surrounding of the people in the image looks filthy, but the people in the place is smiling happily together.
The photographer wants to convey a message that wealth cant always buy you everything, the most important thing is be happy.
There is nothing that i dislike about the image. I like everything about the image. I would have focus more on the baby and his/her brother playing.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
In a huge and prosperous state, stood a hill with lush greenery. The mighty hill carried a city of houses and buildings, each standing on their own. Right in the middle of the metropolis laid a white castle, obviously standing out from the others - due to its smooth milky walls which shines out comparable to the sun. The majestic castle is protected by waves of thick, brick-made walls, each boasting it's toughness and strength.
The narration line was interrupted by chains clanking and knocking into each other. The huge wooden door fell down and melodious yet royal music began to ring through the houses of the neighborhood. A band cladded with clothes signifying the rich and royalty marched out of the door. Marching rather stiffly behind the band is a crowed of armor cladded knights, each with a sternly looking expression. Saving the best for the last, a man, royally attired, sat on a white, elegant, tamed horse. Waving to the cheering crowd.
That man is John, John the eighth king of Metropolica.
Pete strode up towards the death-awaiting castle. The castle was in the brink of ruins, like a land-fill abandoned for centuries. The castle was drowned in a never ending cloud of evil filled mist. Although the peaceful sky is blinding Pete from the truth, he is still courageously taking the challenge, the challenge the Four Heavenly Kings gave. Once complete, Pete will be granted a part to enter the Gods' Arena. Pete looked forward to that dream of his - to be Heaven's Best Gladiator Hero. It had been the dream of his, as well as his father's.
His Father wasn't just a ordinary mortal he was God, second ranking general of the Imperial Soldiers. His Mother was as expected, NOT a God but a Mortal. This was very unique. Most Gods have Gods as Partners, but for this rare instance, a God and a Mortal. That was why Pete was given this task, he was unique - Powers of a God, Wits of a Mortal. Pete had not realized that the stood right in front of him, his first test, to take the Giant's golden coin.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The castle stood magnificently,as if it had come to life and was talking.It seems as though it was shining although the clouds look grey. It shimmer little bits of gold even though it was covered by dull and ugly grey walls. The surroundings looks dull and unhappy but the castle seems to be unaffected by the surroundings. Until one day…………..the birds stopped singing,the sun stops shining,the wind stop blowing and even the water stopped flowing. The leaves seems to turn bits of grey and brown even the walls of the castle seems grey even though the top of the castle is golden. the castle stopped talking and looks as if the castle walls are tumbling and the trees were falling.The river which was teeming with life like fishes and toads,seems to be dying as if the water is drying up and the animals were no where to be seen.Hopes were dashed.Until one night someone came knocking at the door………..
Castle 2:(the one on the hill)
At a unknown place far far away,stood a lonely castle high above a mountain with no way in nor no way out.The air felt tense even from a distance.The sky seems as black as charcoal even though its sunset.There were not a single soul around, as if you were stuck there forever. The clouds were grey even though it was not about to rain. the road seems dark even though the sun was shining brightly. It seems as if it was the end of the world with only you left. You would shiver by the sight of the castle even if there is no wind blowing.Everything seems to have paused, as if everything was still and time seems to have stopped. The sun looks old and dying, as if it was influenced by the surroundings.You would never felt what i feel,if only you were stuck in the castle,with nowhere to go………..
After the broken arch bridge was a mysterious castle made of stone. It was a wonder how it was preserved for many years when all the vegetations died out. The castle was left behind by the last inhabitant, a farmer. Since then, all the plants that was planted died out and there was nothing left.
Dark clouds fill the sky, the foggy small start to fill the air. The unfinished white castle, with its creamy paint and shines, stand out in the sky. Then, it started to rain, drops of water feel onto the surfaces of the walls,the paint starts to fade away, what was left was a red castle.
Towering above the forest landscape stood a majestic castle made out of stone. It’s high walls were grey in colour ,topped with sky blue, coned shape roofs. The highest point of the castle was a tower with a glimmering golden roof from which one could see for miles and miles across the vast land. The overcast sky seemed to make the castle shine and glow, like a flame in the dark of the night. Surrounding the beautiful keep was a river running through a dense forest of massive ancient oak trees and a field of grass, where a lone tree stands. Unbeknownst to many, hidden deep inside the majestic castle lay a dark and wicked secret, a secret which had been the bane of the grand wizard living in the castle for years.
Across an old and broken bridge stood a vanilla white castle atop a rocky and steep hill. It was a magnificent stronghold built out of solid stone blocks, which some say were built to last a millennium, were cut out from the surrounding stone canyons The Path that led up to the stone fortress was narrow and curvy. It had not been used in years for the castle was deserted, abandoned by it’s inhabitants a long time ago. But still it stood, proud and tall, overlooking the barren land that was once filled with fields of flowers and luscious green fruit trees, which were given life by a river of fresh water, but now it ran dry. The red clouds and the beautiful sunset seemed to be floating above the castle like hungry vultures soaring above a carcass. As the sun starts to set, another day passes, along with it’s fading hope.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Not far away, there stood a castle. Through it had been there for almost a century, it was well preserved and looked welcoming. A still river isolated the well painted, majestic looking castle. The lush greenery surrounded the castle made the place inviting. An animal’s dreamland indeed.The castle was enormous. A pale peach color was used to symbolize purity of the kingdom. The tops of the castle were painted in sky blue color, reaching up to the sky. A flag could be found on every tip of the roof. The flags flapped loudly and proudly as the gusty wind blew. Everything looked perfect. Just like how a home of a ruler will look like.
I stared at the wonder in awe. The thought I had was far-fetched from this. I just could not make myself believe this was my friend’s home. The old but well-maintained gates swung down, signaling to me that I was expected.
The Sun was over the horizon. I finally came to the end of the path. Grazing up, I could not believe my eyes. There, on the mountain top, stood a castle. Although it was well-maintained, it was built a century ago. Painted in dull colours, the castle gave off an aura of fear. Furthermore, being located at the top of the hill, it stood out among the all the mountains. Blue, monotonous flags fluttered in the gusty wind. The surrounding air was stale and musty. It smelled like decomposing corpses. A long destroyed path led to the enormous entrance of the castle. Dust collected along the narrow path. I gulped. Could that be the haunted castle my grandfather had been looking for all these years? Despite that, I shuffled my feet along, the dust rising to my nose, causing me to sneeze. Not even the howling wind and the terrible aura emitting from the dark and suspicious castle could stop me from moving forward.
Dark clouds filled the sky, and huge droplets of rain splashed onto the ground. Only the rooms in the castle were dry and warm and protected from the rain. Jack peeped out of a window from the second floor of the castle, with saliva dripping down his furry chin. Jack stared at the countless splashes of raindrops on the wide pavement at the bottom of the castle. Jack was so sad that it was raining, he longed for his master to take him out for a walk in the castle garden.
All of a sudden, Jack heard a loud shout coming from the hallway down the stairs. Hoping that it was his master calling him down to take him for a walk, Jack excitedly scampered down the staircase to await his master's arrival. Surprisingly, no one was there to pick him up. Jack curiously walked out of the front gate of the castle. Without him noticing, the gate was closed by a mysterious force. Jack frantically searched the walls of the castle but to his dismay, all the entrances were sealed. Jack had to find his way in or else he would starve to death!
As blinding rays of sun entered my eyes, everything in front of me was in a blur. Once the light faded and I ventured thorough a jungle, its darkness had engulfed me completely. While giant spiders as big as your head, spun gigantic webs about 2 meters across, my head throbbed in agony hoping that I would not starve to death in such a hellish place. Looking to the right, three human skeletons laid on the moist, yet scorching ground, with their heads twisted in an akward position. I shuddered at the thought of what had happened to them.
I knew that if I wanted to survive, I had to find a way out of this dense jungle fast and acquire some food. Peering into the distance, between a tangle of vines, was the most beautiful and enchanting castle I had ever seen.
"Imagine all the food I could find in there," I thought to myself. I immediately set my mind to find an entrance to the castle. Little did I know what other horrors were in store for me...
The lush greenery , a calm river, reflecting the reflection of the grey and white castle. Blue flags hang on top of the blue spires. Alternating blocks of grey and white, the castle looks more original and less dull. The drawbridge adds to the viewer's interest in the castle. The white part of the castle contrasts with the gloomy sky, bringing the sense of happiness to the viewer. The golden spire at the top of the tallest tower, stands out from the rest of the dull building. It is like a lighthouse bringing hope to people. The dam at the bottom of the castle, adds colors to the building, letting the building have a variety of colors. With the towers, the castle stands tall and stands out from the dull sky. The lush greenery is only contrasting with the dull sky. The castle is a glimmer of hope in the dark times.
A broken bridge, dark mountain, dark shadowy road and a white castle contrasting to the rest of the environment. The dark clouds in the gloomy sky are the same color as the mountain. Reddish mountain reflects the countless years of war, and showing the bloodshed staining it red. The bridge collapsed as the gloominess was too much for it to bear. The white color of the castle attempts to stand out of the red hill. The attempt was in vain as the reddish of the hill was overpowering the castle in terms of size and proportion. The white castle was also stained with bloodshed from the many years of war, the stairwells stained in blood. Broken swords laid in the pantry of the castle. Rotting corpses lay in the bedrooms, slain during their slumber. Everyone in that castle was dead. The only living things there were vultures feeding on the rotting flesh. The story of the white castle, the mystery, will be unveiled.
The white, beautiful castle stood tall among the lush, green elm trees. The luxurious blue castle tops, pointed to the sky, contrasted the white, and blend it into a spectacular sight. Flags, blue and white, fly high and proud like the wind was gushing in at hundreds of miles an hour. The strong, brick walls surrounding the castle was old, but nonetheless supported and protected the castle, like a loving mother. The river, stretched from some thousand miles away remained clear, clear like glass, clear like the wind. Grass and trees lined the river, producing a wonderful smell, a smell so great, a smell so magnificent, the smell of Nature. With speed of sound, no greater than light, the skies changed its color, from a light, relaxing blue, to a scary and gloomy grey. The castle will soon expose its one of its darkest secrets, a secret so dark, a secret that is so vulnerable that it will send whoever that knows, into a path of horror, into a path where there is a way in, but no way out….
The broken ridge hold a secret. It connects. It connects it to a white castle. Maybe that was last time, the past. The ridge is now terribly ruined, with something missing. Something missing from the once magnificent ridge. The magnificent ridge that holds a terrible secret, or rather link a secret that has been unexposed for so long. The dead aura hung around the castle, an aura so dead that no men dare to enter, or even go near it. It holds dreams, dreams of thousands of innocent civilians, that has been killed. Dreams. As the sun start to set, a transformation will soon begin. The darkest of transformation. Something like dawn to dusk, only much, much worse. A light emerged from the castle, which resembles a lighting sign. The purple aura coming out from the eyes were giving out heat, so hot that it can melt rock, melt metal. It became dark again, and suddenly, there were flashes of purple, dark, evil purple.
Castle 1 :
There stands a castle, Ignitious. So mighty and great, undefeated. Fortified with stone blocks and bricks never to be brought down. Many tried to bring it down, none succeeded. They perished under the king of that castle, Reubben Malk, the greatest hero to have ever lived, with strategies that can break any others. They gained fame, riches and glory after every victory. Upon hearing the name of the King’s name, armies and generals shiver and break into cold sweat. No one dares to challenge this kingdom, afraid of being “exterminated”. Then, their arch enemy the Arkinds, a group of thieves. They have always wanted to bring it down every since the beginning of time. As a last resort, the princess of Arkinds was sent to Reubben Malk. The princess was beautiful and many men would die for her. Reubben Malk too was bewitched by her charm, he fell into her clutches.
Castle 2 :
In the middle of a death valley, lies a castle solemn and quiet. A war waged outside the castle, destroying everything leaving a barren land. A dead aura hung around petrifying even the bravest of man. The war lasted for 10 long and bitter years, killing over hundreds and thousands of people. The enemy had retreated and the castle had prevailed, barely.
The enemy out of desperation destroyed the bridge connecting the castle to the main road so the enemy had no means of chasing them. As for those living the the castle, only one way for them, wait for death. They had run out of fertile lands and food supplies. A hero arose and he discovered something...
In the distance stood a castle, on a mountain top. The monotonous blue flags flying in the wind above the spires. The walls were white, but it looked like a dark place. Against the horizon, the castle looked even more dubious. The long path to the wondrous castle was broken and worn out, preventing travelers from entering. It seemed as though nobody had lived there for a long time, adding to the effect. A chill went down my spine. The castle beckoned me, luring me to enter. The night was drawing near, and I had no choice but to camp somewhere for the night. But how was I to pass the broken bridge? I could see only one way, but it was dangerous, and would bring me close to death. I hesitated. Just then, I heard wolves howling in the distance. That made up my mind , and I moved to the ledge, shuffling across the deep abyss. Better I die trying than be eaten by wolves, I thought.
A beautiful castle stood before, less than 500 metres away. The castle was alive with colours, making me feel happy. The castle exuded an aura, reaching out to my very being, filling it with joy. Everything about the castle was peaceful, with not a sound of human activity, only the soothing sound of nature around me. The stream flowing beside the castle was undisturbed, the surface of the water smooth. The surroundings were full of lush greenery, and the air was fresh. A breeze of cool air blew, messing my hair. I stepped towards the castle, admiring the architecture. The sky-blue roofs of the spires were cheerful, and the golden towers gave it a royal feeling. This castle had not been touched in years, and I could explore it without fear of being caught. The closeness with nature refreshed me, and gave me a wonderful feeling. I had never felt like this before, and was confident that there was magic lingering in the air. I never wanted to leave the place. This was a place of dreams, something that could be found only in storytales. I would make it my home.
Picture A-Castle 1
Tales have been told about a beautiful castle in the land of Flair where the King Flair ruled from his Grand castle. The majestic castle was said to have been build long ago by the ancestors of the kingdom. The castle has been made a national treasure and kingdoms had tried to take it before. The castle had lush vegetation grown by its Queen and birds from all over the world made nests in its garden. Beautiful music filled its grounds and the town people outside would enjoy it while going on their own business. The river flowing the castle was like no other, it was so clean and sweet that people travelled from distant lands just to take a drink at it. The castle itself was able to stand out as a beauty with its white walls and blue roofs and a shiny silver one on its tallest tower.
Picture B-Castle 2
The Castle of the White Knight now stands lonely on top of a hill. It has once been a grand place where the White Knight, his name long forgotten, used to live. It has been preserved as a historic site for future generations but its sight now gives most people the creeps. A huge battle was once waged there and the castle had been sieged. The bright white castle walls and the blue roofs could not cover up the feeling nor could the forest and river beside the tall hill. The road leading to it is now in ruins and a grand bridge that use to connect people lays broken in the valley leading to the castle. The castle when entered feels damp and abandoned. Its cracked walls and silent halls gives a very mysterious feeling and its tales made it further mysterious. The castle grounds were to be haunted.
An enormous castle stood upon them. They were in awe. Such beautiful exterior. Contrasting grey and white walls stands out among the whole exterior of the castle. Gigantic gold or blue cone-like pinnacles covers each of the pillar. It makes the castle stands out even more. From afar, you see a castle with a shiny golden pinnacles. From near, you see a gigantic castle with a beautiful scenery of a stream of river flowing beside the castle with the forest green, lush of bushes and trees surrounding the river. The view was amazing, and there was a minty scent all over the castle. How they wished they could stayed there, even for one day. They crossed the dull and old drawbridge slowly, and arrived in front of the brown and small door, slowly opening it, stealthily. Upon open it, they were astonished to see what was inside....
Picture B: image of a castle set on a hill top.
The sky was dark, as if a storm is coming. The whole place was isolated, with musty air surrounding the castle. Nobody dared to go to the castle, and nobody wanted too.. For they fear the legend will come true... Legend has said, a few thousand years ago. A king lived in the castle. It was actually a beautiful castle.
Until one day, a big earthquake shook the whole castle, and the pathway to the castle was destroyed, and the castle was deserted since then. It was said that the corpse of the king and the other servants were still inside the castle. Then, many people wanted to go to the castle. They always go as a group, fixing the pathway, but they were never seen again, with the fixed pathway gone again... Then, Tom and his brave group of friends went on a expedition to the castle, wondering if they would ever come back.....
It stood there, magnificent looking, padded with nicely fitted white bricks. There was only one word that could describe it - ROYALTY. There was nothing to criticise about it. Covered in colours of white and blue, symbolising purity tells us that the castle was not for anyone but the King. Tall trees and greenery surrounded it, leaving a trail of fresh scent in the castle. With the green trees, the air was in no doubt very fresh. A calm looking stream of river lies beneath the bridge leading to the castle. It was so clear that the pebbles at the bottom of the stream could be seen clearly. There were even small fishes swimming in it. Every guest who were there before were thrilled by the amazing architecture of the castle. All it took was one glimpse and the picture would stay in your mind forever.
On top of a steep hill with windy roads, there was a castle covered in white which contrasted with its surrounding. It stood there, majestic looking. Whenever a lightning strikes during a storm, it highlighted the building making it look spooky in the middle of the deserted area. The road leading to the castle was rocky and was cut off when it reached the deep crate. It was said that an evil wizard lived inside the castle. Deep dark rumours of the history behind the castle were evident. Walking near it would cost your life. Ever heard of the rumour saying once gone in, you'll never come out? This applies well here. Please... don't ever try to go near it. All I know is that booby traps all all over the castle and near it.
Done BY: Clarabelle