<![CDATA[Ragol.co.uk Forums - Fanworks]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/ Wed, 08 Apr 2026 00:27:09 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Phantasy Star Online Wallpaper]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11682 Mon, 12 Oct 2015 18:20:57 +0000 K_I_R_E_E_K]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11682 Recently i decided to improve on that concept and made a bigger wallpaper with more frames for images, this time however i didn’t use screenshots with charathers in them, I decided to use the screenshots i have taken in PSO BB without the hud or my charathers.

This wallpaper contains:

– 1 image from an old PSO Wallpaper with the iconic explosion in Ragol.
– 12 images from the Misc ending in PSO v2. – 12 images from the Normal ending.
– 3 images from Ultimate ending. (Red Ring Rico related)
– 3 images taken from the animations that play in the Ending in the GC version of PSO (the normal and ultimate)
– 60 screenshot images taken by me.

I must admit this took some time and at the end i was scavenging screenshots for something good and appealing, so while you may recognize the majority of the images, there might be some that weren’t uploaded on my deviant art, if you wish said pictures in their respective full sizes then leave a comment with the request, for all the other images you can just check my deviant art, i believe you may find them.

Yes, the images here are small but that is somehow intended so that both Sega images and my images share the same quality, the ending images by default are small and don’t really have that much of a quality standard (it wasn’t the purpose of the image anyway), my images were by default around 1600×1200 with exceptional graphical quality, so here they kinda lost a lot of detail.
I’ll consider this my final PSO wallpaper i guess since it has a collection of many screenshots i took, enjoy.

https://kireekpso.files.wordpress.com/20...lpaper.jpg]]> Recently i decided to improve on that concept and made a bigger wallpaper with more frames for images, this time however i didn’t use screenshots with charathers in them, I decided to use the screenshots i have taken in PSO BB without the hud or my charathers.

This wallpaper contains:

– 1 image from an old PSO Wallpaper with the iconic explosion in Ragol.
– 12 images from the Misc ending in PSO v2. – 12 images from the Normal ending.
– 3 images from Ultimate ending. (Red Ring Rico related)
– 3 images taken from the animations that play in the Ending in the GC version of PSO (the normal and ultimate)
– 60 screenshot images taken by me.

I must admit this took some time and at the end i was scavenging screenshots for something good and appealing, so while you may recognize the majority of the images, there might be some that weren’t uploaded on my deviant art, if you wish said pictures in their respective full sizes then leave a comment with the request, for all the other images you can just check my deviant art, i believe you may find them.

Yes, the images here are small but that is somehow intended so that both Sega images and my images share the same quality, the ending images by default are small and don’t really have that much of a quality standard (it wasn’t the purpose of the image anyway), my images were by default around 1600×1200 with exceptional graphical quality, so here they kinda lost a lot of detail.
I’ll consider this my final PSO wallpaper i guess since it has a collection of many screenshots i took, enjoy.

https://kireekpso.files.wordpress.com/20...lpaper.jpg]]> <![CDATA[Some Stuff 2011]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11599 Sun, 31 Oct 2010 18:57:08 +0000 Poo Fly]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11599

And as always, all of my artwork, previous to this is available to view here: http://poo-fly.deviantart.com/

1. the most updated Tiffany, from the planned graphic novel, teraburst
2. Tiffany again, in a dodgy pose Tongue
3. and again! (really think i could ever let her go? XD )
4. Tethys, Tiffany's rival commander, also from Teraburst
5. Emlyn, spawned on halloween to play with everyone Big Grin
6. Close up, more detailed emlyn, freaky no? :3

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.jpg   Newtiffany.jpg (Size: 159.84 KB / Downloads: 277)

.jpg   newtiffshadow.jpg (Size: 151.83 KB / Downloads: 285)

.jpg   tethys.jpg (Size: 148.37 KB / Downloads: 282)

.jpg   emlyn.jpg (Size: 179.11 KB / Downloads: 266)

.jpg   bloodyemlyn.jpg (Size: 176.86 KB / Downloads: 280) ]]>

And as always, all of my artwork, previous to this is available to view here: http://poo-fly.deviantart.com/

1. the most updated Tiffany, from the planned graphic novel, teraburst
2. Tiffany again, in a dodgy pose Tongue
3. and again! (really think i could ever let her go? XD )
4. Tethys, Tiffany's rival commander, also from Teraburst
5. Emlyn, spawned on halloween to play with everyone Big Grin
6. Close up, more detailed emlyn, freaky no? :3

.jpg   newtiffnee.jpg (Size: 148.3 KB / Downloads: 337)

.jpg   Newtiffany.jpg (Size: 159.84 KB / Downloads: 277)

.jpg   newtiffshadow.jpg (Size: 151.83 KB / Downloads: 285)

.jpg   tethys.jpg (Size: 148.37 KB / Downloads: 282)

.jpg   emlyn.jpg (Size: 179.11 KB / Downloads: 266)

.jpg   bloodyemlyn.jpg (Size: 176.86 KB / Downloads: 280) ]]> <![CDATA[[untitled]]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11559 Thu, 21 Jan 2010 12:29:34 +0000 Rena]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11559
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Another long day. Day after day, week after week, flew past with no notable happenings to mark their passing. Winter break was always a boring time. In the Sleepy City, Christmas was a celebration nobody took much notice of, as most residents were either too old to find it enjoyable, or in that irritating middle-ground age where it had lost the magic once held under the bright lights and snow-covered streets. The dark days gave way to darker nights, illuminated mostly by a solitary moon, etching silhouettes across the city. In the darkness, life continued as normal for everyone. In the part of the city south of the tracks, the occasional gunshot still pierced the silence, cars pulled up next to scantily-clad women, and quickly disappeared into the cold. Brawls still broke out in shady bars, and police sirens were the closest thing to a constant drone found in that area.

Up in the north side of the city, things were much more peaceful. At least, to the untrained eye. For the most part, the city slept peacefully. Apartment complexes held their peaceful silence, broken only by the occasional television set as families crowded around to watch their chosen channels. As the chill of a winter wind spat a few leaves through the air, a lonely dog locked in the cold howled, a pitiful cry to stave off the icy night. That broken silence was swiftly accompanied by something more sinister, as from the house that dog lived in came a crash. A thud. A cry. A man yelled something, with a voice laced with a sneering self-satisfaction, as a door slammed shut and locked, its bolt driven home by shaking, bloody fingers.

The owner of those fingers shook even more as they raised to tenderly touch her face. With a wince, she pulled them away, leaving an uneven trace of blood unchecked, to slide from the side of her lips and down her chin, eventually pooling and dropping onto the white carpet beneath her bare feet. Still shaking, eyes glittering, still she refused to give that ******* the satisfaction of hearing her weep. She made her unsteady way to the computer chair, secreted under the desk which held her only release—her computer. Absent-mindedly, numb from the attack, she lightly pressed the power button and sighed when her eyes caught sight of the crimson fingerprint left upon it. As the screen flashed to life, she began her routine. It happened every night, and she was good at hiding it now. Wiping the worst of the blood from her mouth with a tissue before wrapping a blue scarf around the lower part of her face.

It was her routine. As the computer's display came to rest upon her home-page, she loaded the program used to take photos with her webcam. Seeing her own face staring back at her almost broke her, though. In many cases she would be considered beautiful, with flowing brown hair and a piercing, ice-blue gaze that could melt any heart in moments. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw her matted, frizzy hair. He had grabbed her by it and forced her to look at him. Her eyes took in every detail. The bruise that even now was creeping up her cheek and around her left eye, the sluggish bleeding cut that kept the bruise company. She knew already that the cut on her lip would join her ever-increasing list of cosmetic injuries, but it was hidden behind that scarf.

Her pointer selected the option to take a photo, and within a moment her pain was immortalized in all its digital glory, if one could call it that. It joined the group of photos in that folder, and it had similarities with every single one of them. In every photo, she wore that blue scarf. In every photo, she wore her battle scars. In every photo, the world she could never see normally could look upon her imperfections. Because surely, to live like this, something must be wrong with her. Surely, she was at fault. Minimizing the webcam's program, she pulled up her homepage. An internet diary which had become somewhat popular over the two years she had used it to document her daily thoughts. But its fame came almost entirely from that ******* and his regular assaults. She hit the new post button, and poured her heart into her hands.

Dear diary, she wrote. Today I turned fourteen. I really enjoyed it. My friends and I went out to the cinema. You know that new film everyone's talking about? We went to watch that, it was a lot of fun. After that, we got take-out and hung out at Joel's house. I think he has a crush on me, I've noticed he's been a lot nicer to me recently. Not that he wasn't nice before of course, but...y'know. I have no idea whether I should pre-empt him or not, because I really don't feel like a relationship. I don't want to hurt him though, sometimes I hate caring so much. But still, we're really good friends so I don't think it'd hurt if I told him straight. What do you guys think?

She paused, and took a deep breath. Her chest was still sore from the night before, when her father had punched her to the floor. Clicking the attachment option on her blog, she selected the newest photo and hit upload. In moments, her imperfect face appeared on the screen. She began to write again.

In my last entry, I said I was looking towards the future. I was hoping that maybe dad would at least let me go for this one day without a problem. I guess I was pretty naïve to think that. My chest still hurts, too. To BakedanTenshi: I appreciate your concern, but there's no way I can get to a hospital or doctor. Not just because he'd never let me, but because they'd ask questions I'm too scared to answer. Questions I can't answer because I don't know the answers to them. I don't know why he does it. I've tried really hard to make sense of it, but it's just not happening.

My life has been turmoil for a long time, and I honestly am sick of it. But I'm just a kid, I can't get out of it so I have to make the best of a bad situation. As you can see, I'm not exactly in the best physical shape to go running away. And besides, there's nowhere I could go.

I got home late today, which is why dad was more vicious than usual. Not that he lets me go out during break anyway, but I normally sneak out. I just stayed out longer than I usually do, so I guess that's the reason. Dad said that my cat was run over by a car today. I don't believe him. With all my heart, I believe that he killed my baby, which is just another reason to add to the list for hating him. But I won't cry. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak. Even though he can break my body, my spirit won't be so easily shattered as my bones.

I guess that's all for now. This is xShatterxHeartx, signing off for the night. I'll speak to you all in the morning.

x x x

With that posted, saved to her ever-lengthening list of entries in the one thing that kept her sane, she loaded up the other two programs that had recently become invaluable in her life. The media player, full of the moody hard rock that seemed almost to speak of her life, as if the artists watched her from no real distance, laying out all of her fears and insecurities in the beautiful wonder of song, every word slicing her barriers to pieces and reaching straight into her heart. The second program, her instant messenger. Her second doorway to the world outside. At the same time, her IM logged on and the music began pumping through the headphones she never unplugged.

/Emptiness has darkened my eyes/As I hopelessly beg for my life to end/Tell me why/My iron eyes tell the tale/HEROES ALWAYS PAY IN THEIR BLOOD/I can be only this/

Beneath the azure covering her lips, they curved painfully into a smile. That one person she could always turn to was there. Her eyes finally gave way to tears long held within and her vision blurred as she opened the box to send the first of many, many messages that night.

She spent that night in a whirlwind of emotions. They had never met before, she and the girl on the other side of the screen. But even so, they were the best of friends. The girl, Madison, had commented a lot on her blog posts, and often offered advice. She was the same age, so they often ended up talking about their common interests. Taylor always tried to keep away from the relationship side of the conversations though. “I don't have time for them,” or “I'm not interested in boys.” That second one slipped out by accident one night, but it didn't seem to have an impact. Taylor had never been interested in boys, not romantically. Nobody who knew her knew that, but it was plainly marked on her blog. She had worried at first about making it public like that, and even made a very long post detailing her fears about being judged solely on that factor. But everybody was sympathetic, and gave her confidence a much-needed boost.

With Madison finally giving up the fight to stay awake at around 3:30 in the small hours, Taylor also decided it was time to call it a day. Closing down the computer, she crawled into bed, painfully aware of the bloody streaks on her sheets. Just another day in paradise...]]>
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Another long day. Day after day, week after week, flew past with no notable happenings to mark their passing. Winter break was always a boring time. In the Sleepy City, Christmas was a celebration nobody took much notice of, as most residents were either too old to find it enjoyable, or in that irritating middle-ground age where it had lost the magic once held under the bright lights and snow-covered streets. The dark days gave way to darker nights, illuminated mostly by a solitary moon, etching silhouettes across the city. In the darkness, life continued as normal for everyone. In the part of the city south of the tracks, the occasional gunshot still pierced the silence, cars pulled up next to scantily-clad women, and quickly disappeared into the cold. Brawls still broke out in shady bars, and police sirens were the closest thing to a constant drone found in that area.

Up in the north side of the city, things were much more peaceful. At least, to the untrained eye. For the most part, the city slept peacefully. Apartment complexes held their peaceful silence, broken only by the occasional television set as families crowded around to watch their chosen channels. As the chill of a winter wind spat a few leaves through the air, a lonely dog locked in the cold howled, a pitiful cry to stave off the icy night. That broken silence was swiftly accompanied by something more sinister, as from the house that dog lived in came a crash. A thud. A cry. A man yelled something, with a voice laced with a sneering self-satisfaction, as a door slammed shut and locked, its bolt driven home by shaking, bloody fingers.

The owner of those fingers shook even more as they raised to tenderly touch her face. With a wince, she pulled them away, leaving an uneven trace of blood unchecked, to slide from the side of her lips and down her chin, eventually pooling and dropping onto the white carpet beneath her bare feet. Still shaking, eyes glittering, still she refused to give that ******* the satisfaction of hearing her weep. She made her unsteady way to the computer chair, secreted under the desk which held her only release—her computer. Absent-mindedly, numb from the attack, she lightly pressed the power button and sighed when her eyes caught sight of the crimson fingerprint left upon it. As the screen flashed to life, she began her routine. It happened every night, and she was good at hiding it now. Wiping the worst of the blood from her mouth with a tissue before wrapping a blue scarf around the lower part of her face.

It was her routine. As the computer's display came to rest upon her home-page, she loaded the program used to take photos with her webcam. Seeing her own face staring back at her almost broke her, though. In many cases she would be considered beautiful, with flowing brown hair and a piercing, ice-blue gaze that could melt any heart in moments. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw her matted, frizzy hair. He had grabbed her by it and forced her to look at him. Her eyes took in every detail. The bruise that even now was creeping up her cheek and around her left eye, the sluggish bleeding cut that kept the bruise company. She knew already that the cut on her lip would join her ever-increasing list of cosmetic injuries, but it was hidden behind that scarf.

Her pointer selected the option to take a photo, and within a moment her pain was immortalized in all its digital glory, if one could call it that. It joined the group of photos in that folder, and it had similarities with every single one of them. In every photo, she wore that blue scarf. In every photo, she wore her battle scars. In every photo, the world she could never see normally could look upon her imperfections. Because surely, to live like this, something must be wrong with her. Surely, she was at fault. Minimizing the webcam's program, she pulled up her homepage. An internet diary which had become somewhat popular over the two years she had used it to document her daily thoughts. But its fame came almost entirely from that ******* and his regular assaults. She hit the new post button, and poured her heart into her hands.

Dear diary, she wrote. Today I turned fourteen. I really enjoyed it. My friends and I went out to the cinema. You know that new film everyone's talking about? We went to watch that, it was a lot of fun. After that, we got take-out and hung out at Joel's house. I think he has a crush on me, I've noticed he's been a lot nicer to me recently. Not that he wasn't nice before of course, but...y'know. I have no idea whether I should pre-empt him or not, because I really don't feel like a relationship. I don't want to hurt him though, sometimes I hate caring so much. But still, we're really good friends so I don't think it'd hurt if I told him straight. What do you guys think?

She paused, and took a deep breath. Her chest was still sore from the night before, when her father had punched her to the floor. Clicking the attachment option on her blog, she selected the newest photo and hit upload. In moments, her imperfect face appeared on the screen. She began to write again.

In my last entry, I said I was looking towards the future. I was hoping that maybe dad would at least let me go for this one day without a problem. I guess I was pretty naïve to think that. My chest still hurts, too. To BakedanTenshi: I appreciate your concern, but there's no way I can get to a hospital or doctor. Not just because he'd never let me, but because they'd ask questions I'm too scared to answer. Questions I can't answer because I don't know the answers to them. I don't know why he does it. I've tried really hard to make sense of it, but it's just not happening.

My life has been turmoil for a long time, and I honestly am sick of it. But I'm just a kid, I can't get out of it so I have to make the best of a bad situation. As you can see, I'm not exactly in the best physical shape to go running away. And besides, there's nowhere I could go.

I got home late today, which is why dad was more vicious than usual. Not that he lets me go out during break anyway, but I normally sneak out. I just stayed out longer than I usually do, so I guess that's the reason. Dad said that my cat was run over by a car today. I don't believe him. With all my heart, I believe that he killed my baby, which is just another reason to add to the list for hating him. But I won't cry. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak. Even though he can break my body, my spirit won't be so easily shattered as my bones.

I guess that's all for now. This is xShatterxHeartx, signing off for the night. I'll speak to you all in the morning.

x x x

With that posted, saved to her ever-lengthening list of entries in the one thing that kept her sane, she loaded up the other two programs that had recently become invaluable in her life. The media player, full of the moody hard rock that seemed almost to speak of her life, as if the artists watched her from no real distance, laying out all of her fears and insecurities in the beautiful wonder of song, every word slicing her barriers to pieces and reaching straight into her heart. The second program, her instant messenger. Her second doorway to the world outside. At the same time, her IM logged on and the music began pumping through the headphones she never unplugged.

/Emptiness has darkened my eyes/As I hopelessly beg for my life to end/Tell me why/My iron eyes tell the tale/HEROES ALWAYS PAY IN THEIR BLOOD/I can be only this/

Beneath the azure covering her lips, they curved painfully into a smile. That one person she could always turn to was there. Her eyes finally gave way to tears long held within and her vision blurred as she opened the box to send the first of many, many messages that night.

She spent that night in a whirlwind of emotions. They had never met before, she and the girl on the other side of the screen. But even so, they were the best of friends. The girl, Madison, had commented a lot on her blog posts, and often offered advice. She was the same age, so they often ended up talking about their common interests. Taylor always tried to keep away from the relationship side of the conversations though. “I don't have time for them,” or “I'm not interested in boys.” That second one slipped out by accident one night, but it didn't seem to have an impact. Taylor had never been interested in boys, not romantically. Nobody who knew her knew that, but it was plainly marked on her blog. She had worried at first about making it public like that, and even made a very long post detailing her fears about being judged solely on that factor. But everybody was sympathetic, and gave her confidence a much-needed boost.

With Madison finally giving up the fight to stay awake at around 3:30 in the small hours, Taylor also decided it was time to call it a day. Closing down the computer, she crawled into bed, painfully aware of the bloody streaks on her sheets. Just another day in paradise...]]> <![CDATA[Two Poems by Gareth]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11469 Sun, 10 May 2009 17:15:15 +0000 Rena]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11469
Masks

I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry
Your voice so sad, so tired, so dead,
just like you are inside

Those masks you present to the world,
the exterior that isn't real
Which mask are you wearing now, my dear?
To hide how you really feel.

The public mask, with the false smile
that never quite reaches your eyes.
The one that only stretches your lips
as you struggle not to cry

The I'm alright, I'm really fine mask,
that you use to push people away,
to not answer the questions
that haunt you night and day

Or the mask I see in my nightly dreams,
that reflects the turmoil inside
as your soul is eaten piece by piece
and your spirit has all but died

How many masks do you wear?
Or don't you even know?
Do you even know the real you now?
Or was she the first to go?

Piece by piece you have given away
most of who you are.
The bit that's left is hidden well
protected by your scars

I cried myself to sleep because
the masks were all I could see.
The mask was that in your voice last night
when you first talked to me

Towards the end the mask was gone,
The voice was yours, and real.
The voice I know and love to hear
the one no mask can steal

I know the masks will soon be in place
to keep the world at bay.
But remember this my beautiful sister,
you will never push me away.

So hide behind your masks, my dear
and do what you have to do.
I will be there when you have need of me
to love and stand by you.



Death

Icy winds scream, banshee-like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears.
Tears I cannot let loose,
for the stranglehold of grief and anger in my throat.

Unvoiced pain lances through me as I watch the recently turned earth
shiver, crumble, slide, trickle
before the onslaught of the wind.
And still I cannot grieve

Your headstone newly minted, words slashed on its surface,
gleams in the failing light.
Proclaiming to the world lost hope and love,
screaming of your death.

I sink to my knees, tears drowning my eyes,
damming the grief within me.
Sobs crowd my chest, blocking breath,
leaving me gasping and clawing for air

A hand floats down and rests on my shoulder.
It grips tightly, comfortingly,
as its partner gently stokes my hair, smashing the wall inside me,
and I fall apart

Burning, fiery tears stream, flood from my eyes,
etching scalding trails on my cheeks,
searing my throat, my heart, and I wail,
as the storm clouds shatter

Lightning splinters the dark furious sky.
Thunder smashes the silence, deafening me
as pent up grief, and feelings of betrayal
sear through me, and threaten my sanity

Rain hammers upon my bent head and shaking shoulders.
The hand holding me grips tighter,
anchoring me to the ground, keeping me there
as grief and fury threaten to break me

A warm body wraps me in its safety, enclosing me.
Arms, strong and comforting, enfold me
and a beloved and loving voice
urges me to let go

The storm rages overhead. Obscurity almost complete,
save for the jagged lightning splitting the dark.
The thunder crashes, the force of it stunning me
and the rain pours down, battering me.

I howl, I rage, I scream out in the agony of loss and anger.
I beat my breast, and rip out my hair
as sobs erupt, spewing out and burning the air,
and I convulse with hurt, quaking.

The storm, its passion spending, lessens its ferocity.
The thunder booms gently, quietly.
The rain slows, falling almost tenderly,
caressing and soothing me now.

The tears slow, the screams mute and cease,
as blessed release loosens the choking in my chest.
I weep gently now
allowing my grief to flow through me.

I lay my head upon the chest beneath me,
tears falling softly
as the storm within and without passes,
leaving peace and silence in its wake.

Sobs hitch and subside as tiredness engulfs me.
Strong arms lift me, cradle me; protect me,
holding me closely, gently, as I close my eyes,
and sleep.

One day I will weep no more when I think of you.
I will smile as memories unfold.
But for now my sorrow is too raw, the loss too soon
and I will grieve once more]]>
Masks

I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry
Your voice so sad, so tired, so dead,
just like you are inside

Those masks you present to the world,
the exterior that isn't real
Which mask are you wearing now, my dear?
To hide how you really feel.

The public mask, with the false smile
that never quite reaches your eyes.
The one that only stretches your lips
as you struggle not to cry

The I'm alright, I'm really fine mask,
that you use to push people away,
to not answer the questions
that haunt you night and day

Or the mask I see in my nightly dreams,
that reflects the turmoil inside
as your soul is eaten piece by piece
and your spirit has all but died

How many masks do you wear?
Or don't you even know?
Do you even know the real you now?
Or was she the first to go?

Piece by piece you have given away
most of who you are.
The bit that's left is hidden well
protected by your scars

I cried myself to sleep because
the masks were all I could see.
The mask was that in your voice last night
when you first talked to me

Towards the end the mask was gone,
The voice was yours, and real.
The voice I know and love to hear
the one no mask can steal

I know the masks will soon be in place
to keep the world at bay.
But remember this my beautiful sister,
you will never push me away.

So hide behind your masks, my dear
and do what you have to do.
I will be there when you have need of me
to love and stand by you.



Death

Icy winds scream, banshee-like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears.
Tears I cannot let loose,
for the stranglehold of grief and anger in my throat.

Unvoiced pain lances through me as I watch the recently turned earth
shiver, crumble, slide, trickle
before the onslaught of the wind.
And still I cannot grieve

Your headstone newly minted, words slashed on its surface,
gleams in the failing light.
Proclaiming to the world lost hope and love,
screaming of your death.

I sink to my knees, tears drowning my eyes,
damming the grief within me.
Sobs crowd my chest, blocking breath,
leaving me gasping and clawing for air

A hand floats down and rests on my shoulder.
It grips tightly, comfortingly,
as its partner gently stokes my hair, smashing the wall inside me,
and I fall apart

Burning, fiery tears stream, flood from my eyes,
etching scalding trails on my cheeks,
searing my throat, my heart, and I wail,
as the storm clouds shatter

Lightning splinters the dark furious sky.
Thunder smashes the silence, deafening me
as pent up grief, and feelings of betrayal
sear through me, and threaten my sanity

Rain hammers upon my bent head and shaking shoulders.
The hand holding me grips tighter,
anchoring me to the ground, keeping me there
as grief and fury threaten to break me

A warm body wraps me in its safety, enclosing me.
Arms, strong and comforting, enfold me
and a beloved and loving voice
urges me to let go

The storm rages overhead. Obscurity almost complete,
save for the jagged lightning splitting the dark.
The thunder crashes, the force of it stunning me
and the rain pours down, battering me.

I howl, I rage, I scream out in the agony of loss and anger.
I beat my breast, and rip out my hair
as sobs erupt, spewing out and burning the air,
and I convulse with hurt, quaking.

The storm, its passion spending, lessens its ferocity.
The thunder booms gently, quietly.
The rain slows, falling almost tenderly,
caressing and soothing me now.

The tears slow, the screams mute and cease,
as blessed release loosens the choking in my chest.
I weep gently now
allowing my grief to flow through me.

I lay my head upon the chest beneath me,
tears falling softly
as the storm within and without passes,
leaving peace and silence in its wake.

Sobs hitch and subside as tiredness engulfs me.
Strong arms lift me, cradle me; protect me,
holding me closely, gently, as I close my eyes,
and sleep.

One day I will weep no more when I think of you.
I will smile as memories unfold.
But for now my sorrow is too raw, the loss too soon
and I will grieve once more]]> <![CDATA[Pso hunters wallpaper]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11412 Fri, 06 Feb 2009 02:12:27 +0000 demeiz]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11412
[Image: psololop3.th.jpg]]]>
[Image: psololop3.th.jpg]]]> <![CDATA[PsoA Comic]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11398 Mon, 26 Jan 2009 14:19:05 +0000 demeiz]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11398
Featuring a HUnewearl (Olga), a RAmar (Garth) and a FOnewman (seth)

The story is an alternative reality, based loosely on the Phantasy Star Online story. While it is mostly a serious comic it does have comedy moments Big Grin

Page 1
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Small Images:
Code:
http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/3321/page1small.jpg
http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/363/page2small.jpg
http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/9947/page3small.jpg
http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/7597/page4small.jpg
http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/2981/page5small.jpg
http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/5171/page6small.jpg
http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/6369/page7small.jpg
http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1694/page8small.jpg
http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/9555/page9small.jpg
http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/5612/page10small.jpg

[Image: operationsubplotts7.jpg]
Operation Subplot:
Following the adventures of two hunters who are testing a new Virtual Reality Simulator built by Pioneer two's scientists. This story runs parallel to the main PsoA storyline. It is made to be mostly comedy Smile
[Image: subplot1va8.th.png]
[Image: subplot2uk0.th.png]

[Image: 1ky8.th.png]

.jpg   Page_1_small.jpg (Size: 71.55 KB / Downloads: 110)

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Featuring a HUnewearl (Olga), a RAmar (Garth) and a FOnewman (seth)

The story is an alternative reality, based loosely on the Phantasy Star Online story. While it is mostly a serious comic it does have comedy moments Big Grin

Page 1
[Image: page1c.th.png]
Page 2
[Image: page2.th.png]
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[Image: page3.th.png]
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[Image: page4g.th.png]
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Small Images:
Code:
http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/3321/page1small.jpg
http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/363/page2small.jpg
http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/9947/page3small.jpg
http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/7597/page4small.jpg
http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/2981/page5small.jpg
http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/5171/page6small.jpg
http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/6369/page7small.jpg
http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/1694/page8small.jpg
http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/9555/page9small.jpg
http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/5612/page10small.jpg

[Image: operationsubplotts7.jpg]
Operation Subplot:
Following the adventures of two hunters who are testing a new Virtual Reality Simulator built by Pioneer two's scientists. This story runs parallel to the main PsoA storyline. It is made to be mostly comedy Smile
[Image: subplot1va8.th.png]
[Image: subplot2uk0.th.png]

[Image: 1ky8.th.png]

.jpg   Page_1_small.jpg (Size: 71.55 KB / Downloads: 110)

.jpg   Page_2_small.jpg (Size: 58.9 KB / Downloads: 114)

.jpg   Page_3_small.jpg (Size: 179.56 KB / Downloads: 109)

.jpg   Page_4_small.jpg (Size: 130.44 KB / Downloads: 114)

.jpg   Page_5_small.jpg (Size: 117.97 KB / Downloads: 103)

.jpg   Page_6_small.jpg (Size: 127.96 KB / Downloads: 107) ]]> <![CDATA[PSO - Digital Artwork]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11396 Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:16:32 +0000 Anti Hacker]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11396

Skinning, it's fun Smile]]>

Skinning, it's fun Smile]]> <![CDATA[Some Stuff 2009]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11386 Wed, 21 Jan 2009 21:30:47 +0000 Poo Fly]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11386 http://poo-fly.deviantart.com

I have a few which have been done this year already to show you, all of which i've been using my new tablet, its taking me a while to get used to it, but see what you think Tongue

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I have a few which have been done this year already to show you, all of which i've been using my new tablet, its taking me a while to get used to it, but see what you think Tongue

.jpg   khcloud.jpg (Size: 139.66 KB / Downloads: 116)

.jpg   sketchyrikkeecolour.jpg (Size: 189.75 KB / Downloads: 100)

.jpg   voidandgretchinc.jpg (Size: 182.44 KB / Downloads: 105)

.jpg   tiffanynew.jpg (Size: 194.25 KB / Downloads: 100) ]]> <![CDATA[PSO mags (sonic team artwork)]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11310 Mon, 08 Dec 2008 21:50:10 +0000 K_I_R_E_E_K]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11310 Maybe someone likes them.

[Image: pretra2tl2.png] [Image: mag22jg1.png] [Image: sato2hu6.png]

[Image: mag23ka5.png] [Image: mag42ms1.png] [Image: mag32zy5.png]

I will add a few more rare ones (exept for rati), in the meanwhile if anyone want a specific mag in a specific size, just ask.]]> Maybe someone likes them.

[Image: pretra2tl2.png] [Image: mag22jg1.png] [Image: sato2hu6.png]

[Image: mag23ka5.png] [Image: mag42ms1.png] [Image: mag32zy5.png]

I will add a few more rare ones (exept for rati), in the meanwhile if anyone want a specific mag in a specific size, just ask.]]> <![CDATA[REIA - My PSU CAST F]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11246 Sun, 17 Aug 2008 21:48:21 +0000 REIA]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11246
[Image: conceptlw9.jpg]]]>
[Image: conceptlw9.jpg]]]> <![CDATA[Phantasy Star Online Ep1&2 Material]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11216 Tue, 08 Jul 2008 19:35:12 +0000 K_I_R_E_E_K]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11216
Credits go to Code from schthack from showing the link.
File has more then 200Mg
This is a book/guide containing plenty of great images.
Contains:
  • General fanart
  • Costumes, heads, hairs from all the chars in the game
  • Pionner 2 images
  • All areas, enemys and bosses
  • Weapons
  • Mags
  • Prototype stuff such as enemys
  • Drawings of areas, enemys, weapons, mags.....

EDIT: link expired

Want a sample, heres 2 images i took from it, i added 25% of contrast, the images are big, so dial-up users beware.
http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/4278/...al2zk1.jpg
http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/5373/...on2yp4.jpg]]>
Credits go to Code from schthack from showing the link.
File has more then 200Mg
This is a book/guide containing plenty of great images.
Contains:
  • General fanart
  • Costumes, heads, hairs from all the chars in the game
  • Pionner 2 images
  • All areas, enemys and bosses
  • Weapons
  • Mags
  • Prototype stuff such as enemys
  • Drawings of areas, enemys, weapons, mags.....

EDIT: link expired

Want a sample, heres 2 images i took from it, i added 25% of contrast, the images are big, so dial-up users beware.
http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/4278/...al2zk1.jpg
http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/5373/...on2yp4.jpg]]> <![CDATA[Mission on Gal De Val Fanfic]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11148 Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:49:35 +0000 Kaasha]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11148

Chapter 1:
The Briefing

S 109 slowly walked down the ramp toward the teleporter to the right of The Chief’s side, happy that he’d passed the Hunter’s Exam, but then stopped and looked at Elly doing what looked like typing in some coordinates for Cal to analyze.
“Hey, come here.” Elly said. S 109 did as he was asked and walked in front of Elly.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Just one question.”
“Shoot.”
“Your name, why is it so…old?”
“What do you mean ‘old’?”
“Well, other androids have real names like Elenor or Kireek; speaking of which, what happened to Kireek?”
Trying to think of something, S 109 coolly said:
“It’s a long story Elly, maybe I’ll tell you later, after I explore what The Chief wants on Gal De Val.”
“OK, good luck S 109!”
“Thanks, I might need it.”
Turning back to the direction of the teleporter, S 109 continued his walk down the ramp, looking out the window to Ragol’s surface below, wondering if he’ll be fighting the same monsters or not. He walked into the door to the teleporter to Gal De Val and activated the icon labeled ‘Central Control Area’; soon he found himself in a misty area he’d never seen before with a giant locked door with three red bars on it.
“Well, this should be fun.” S 109 said as he pulled out his Yamato, swinging them around to warm himself up for combat. He headed for the teleporter on the left, but when he saw a computer next to the large door, his attention shifted. He walked toward the console and searched its logs. “1 item found” the screen read.
“Hmm, this could be useful; maybe I can download that data and send it to the lab, this may help in their research about the explosion.” S 109 thought.
After downloading the data, he activated the lab communication console and transferred the data to Elly, hoping that it helps in their explosion research. S 109 went back to the teleporter and looked at his three options to go. Debating where to go first to deactivate the island’s security mode.
“Where to go first, the Jungles, Mountains, or Seaside?” he pondered. “Well, I do like sea sides, but this isn’t a vacation, I’ll go to the jungles.” He activated the Jungle Area North option and as soon as he knew it, he was at a lush jungle full of plants he’d never seen before, along with beautiful cliffs covered in plants and moss paired with waterfalls.
“Wow! I’ve never seen anything like this! This is amazing! And I thought the forests looked good!” S 109 said as he paused and looked around. “Well, that’s enough sightseeing for now, I’ve got a mission to do, no time for dawdling.” He said as he started his mission in the jungles of Gal De Val…]]>

Chapter 1:
The Briefing

S 109 slowly walked down the ramp toward the teleporter to the right of The Chief’s side, happy that he’d passed the Hunter’s Exam, but then stopped and looked at Elly doing what looked like typing in some coordinates for Cal to analyze.
“Hey, come here.” Elly said. S 109 did as he was asked and walked in front of Elly.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Just one question.”
“Shoot.”
“Your name, why is it so…old?”
“What do you mean ‘old’?”
“Well, other androids have real names like Elenor or Kireek; speaking of which, what happened to Kireek?”
Trying to think of something, S 109 coolly said:
“It’s a long story Elly, maybe I’ll tell you later, after I explore what The Chief wants on Gal De Val.”
“OK, good luck S 109!”
“Thanks, I might need it.”
Turning back to the direction of the teleporter, S 109 continued his walk down the ramp, looking out the window to Ragol’s surface below, wondering if he’ll be fighting the same monsters or not. He walked into the door to the teleporter to Gal De Val and activated the icon labeled ‘Central Control Area’; soon he found himself in a misty area he’d never seen before with a giant locked door with three red bars on it.
“Well, this should be fun.” S 109 said as he pulled out his Yamato, swinging them around to warm himself up for combat. He headed for the teleporter on the left, but when he saw a computer next to the large door, his attention shifted. He walked toward the console and searched its logs. “1 item found” the screen read.
“Hmm, this could be useful; maybe I can download that data and send it to the lab, this may help in their research about the explosion.” S 109 thought.
After downloading the data, he activated the lab communication console and transferred the data to Elly, hoping that it helps in their explosion research. S 109 went back to the teleporter and looked at his three options to go. Debating where to go first to deactivate the island’s security mode.
“Where to go first, the Jungles, Mountains, or Seaside?” he pondered. “Well, I do like sea sides, but this isn’t a vacation, I’ll go to the jungles.” He activated the Jungle Area North option and as soon as he knew it, he was at a lush jungle full of plants he’d never seen before, along with beautiful cliffs covered in plants and moss paired with waterfalls.
“Wow! I’ve never seen anything like this! This is amazing! And I thought the forests looked good!” S 109 said as he paused and looked around. “Well, that’s enough sightseeing for now, I’ve got a mission to do, no time for dawdling.” He said as he started his mission in the jungles of Gal De Val…]]> <![CDATA[Mirinee's Music in MIDI]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11131 Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:45:13 +0000 a1a36341]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11131
I Can Still See The Light
http://www.mediafire.com/?ci9duggzlrz

If you like, you can easily transpose it down a semitone to the proper A-Flat key.


Credit for sheet music goes to Mirinee, not me.

Credit for musical tidying goes to me ^_^.]]>
I Can Still See The Light
http://www.mediafire.com/?ci9duggzlrz

If you like, you can easily transpose it down a semitone to the proper A-Flat key.


Credit for sheet music goes to Mirinee, not me.

Credit for musical tidying goes to me ^_^.]]> <![CDATA[Gif PSO In-game images]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11116 Sat, 19 Jan 2008 18:56:10 +0000 K_I_R_E_E_K]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=11116 So i was bored at one time and decided to put up all the images in pso as in a gif image, for example, the water, effects.......
I made a sig wich i will put it up in a few months maybe, i used the same program and some images of pso.
heres a few: (since each gif takes time for the download and considering each one may have 29 frames, i will not put all at the same time)

[Image: watersmallwc2.gif] [Image: watersmall2cf5.gif] [Image: watersmall3mt7.gif] [Image: watersmall4jp7.gif] [Image: watersmall5pq2.gif]

These can be used for example as an animated background on your pc or if you like just to mess around with animated signatures....you may as well try these.
Note: not all can be puted as a mosaic image, some can only be arranged together in a line or with another gif (gif nº 5 is an example)]]> So i was bored at one time and decided to put up all the images in pso as in a gif image, for example, the water, effects.......
I made a sig wich i will put it up in a few months maybe, i used the same program and some images of pso.
heres a few: (since each gif takes time for the download and considering each one may have 29 frames, i will not put all at the same time)

[Image: watersmallwc2.gif] [Image: watersmall2cf5.gif] [Image: watersmall3mt7.gif] [Image: watersmall4jp7.gif] [Image: watersmall5pq2.gif]

These can be used for example as an animated background on your pc or if you like just to mess around with animated signatures....you may as well try these.
Note: not all can be puted as a mosaic image, some can only be arranged together in a line or with another gif (gif nº 5 is an example)]]> <![CDATA[PS Comic? Quite possibly! (Large Pic.)]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=10668 Fri, 23 Mar 2007 23:21:33 +0000 Apprentice]]> https://forums.ragol.co.uk/showthread.php?tid=10668 ...Yup!
[Image: scanpm5.jpg]]]> ...Yup!
[Image: scanpm5.jpg]]]>