Aberinkula

[COLOR=Blue]DB I liked those poems. The second one I liked better. I don't feel that the 1st one was angsty. Perosnnaly a lot of happy people can make depressing poems. so angsty goes for everyone. I'm not saying your happy, I mean that angsty poems are for everyone, if your talented enough. But yours come from your soul, and that's why I like them. Here's a step away from my comfort zoe. But I just watched Stepehn Lynch so, wh? why not comedy?[/COLOR] [CENTER][B][COLOR=Blue]My best Friends {M}[/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=dimGray]I had a friend who?s name was bob. He was cool, but he was a slob. In the shower I?d wash my nuts. But he had more dirt in him than 10 butts. But I?ll be his friend. Ya I?ll be his friend till the end. I knew this guy named Ray, He was my fiend but he was gay. In band I would play the brass, But he would play with my ass. But forever I?ll be his friend Despite his love for my end. I knew this girl whose name was Jill, She?d pleasure herself with a pill. She? would do drugs like crack or pot She tried to fly off buildings quite a lot. Despite her addiction I?ll be her friend. Hell, I?ll be her friend till the end. I had a friend who?s name was Blaine. He?d love to cause himself lots of pain. He?d hit his head against walls. He?d stick nails into his balls. He may be bad but he?s my friend. I?ll be his friend until HIS end. I know that I have very weird friends. They will have problems until their ends. But you should come over my house, I wear things and even a blouse. I kill things that aren?t even there. I?d lock lips with a bear. I love to fondle my cat. I?d hit my goldfish friend with a bat Hell you think they?re all bad. If you lived with me you?d go mad.[/COLOR][/CENTER]

[COLOR=Blue]Recently I got the CD Phobia by Breaking Benjamin. I only got it to listen to 'Diary of Jane' but it turned out to be one of the greatest CD's I had ever bought. Now ironicly a week after I bought the CD, thy were going to be in Canton NY. Ironic? But after going to that concert they became my favorite band. Beating avenged Sevenfold to a bloody pulp. Now I ask you all, do you like Breaking Benjamin? I'd say I do, I just explained here. But what I like is the instramentals, and the lyrics. His voice has that calming feeling to me, even when screaming. Now I know an artist is good when their music gives me cold chills. That;s exactely what the music did to my body while listening to them. Now I see that there has already been three threads for this band. But hopefully we can keep this up longer than the others. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I just hope we don't go backwords in evouloution. I don't want to be a pot smoking monkey studied by aliens. Aliens what's them and *** probes? The're interested in out turds aren't they. what? do they want to know what foods are best? Now here's a message for the aliens. Try corn, corn ofn the cob, or even corn soup. believe me, peas suck.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I bet if I had the chance to use a banner made by you, I would. Your artwork is great. Now the Seduction banner is done up ciely. the colors and teh banner itself is easy to look at. I couldn't read the text on 'Bloodlust' that well, but I liked that one as well.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Galian walked the halls. Sakura wasn?t going to spar yet. But Galian wanted a fight anyways. One person in particular. Out of all those he could pick, one caught his eye, Kenso. He was a skilled driver like Galian. He was always looking forward to the question of Kenso challenging him. He walked outside to the track. There he saw Kenso, sweating. He approached the track then he heard his name being called. It was Mira. A girl Galian knew, but didn?t like. ?Who said my name?? Mira smiled at Galian. Kenso looked at her with doubtful eyes.? Galian do you want to spar for a little bit at the training grounds?? Mira asked cheerfully. Galian nodded. ?No, I?m looking forward to challenging someone else right now. Leave me alone.? Galian said coldly, he walked onto the track. ?Hey Kenso.? Galian said. Kenso came to a halt. ?Yeah?? Kenso asked. ?would you mind sparring with me?? Galian asked. Kenso was speechless. Kenso had someone next to him. It was another student that Galian hadn't seen.the kid loooked at kenso. Kenso had to make a decision who he would fight. [B](OoC: evryone must check the underground thread for an update. it's at the botom of the first post.)[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Yesterday I went to the opening of the Breaking Benjamin tou in Canton, NY. They were playing with Shelflyfe. And I may say,they were amazing! Now Breaking Benjamin is my favorite band out there. I got a T-shirt,anda an autograpgh from Shelflyfe. This brings me to my question, how was your first concert?[/COLOR] [COLOR=DimGray]My first concert was the best day I've seen so far. The music was great. I was mad that I couldn't get Breaking Benjamin's autographs, but my brother's friend did! But it was awesome none the less.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I like them all. I really like the Evanescence one the best. She is a cutie.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Chester walked into a building that was abandoned years ago. Its walls were creaky and wobbly. But it was decorated black, with lace streaming on the walls. Sitting in an old chair was a vampire. He was a Nicodemus, unlike his servants who were all Augustine. Blood was everywhere with bodies on the floor, and hanging from the ceiling. To Chester it was his world made world. The inner recess of his mind, his heart, was all in this room. Chester knelt down in front of the man. ?You?re a Nicodemus aren?t you?? Chester asked. The man knelt down in front of him; he took Chester?s chin and pushed upward. His eyes lining up to Chester?s. ?Yes, and so are you. Your eyes?? Chester smacked the man?s arm off his face. ?What about them?? Chester asked angrily. ?I see, you have his eyes. Your father?s eyes to be exact.? Chester was alarmed. He got back up and stepped backward. ?You knew my father?? Chester asked. The man nodded his head. Chester pointed at the man. ?Who the hell are you?? The man?s eyes were red, and his hair was sheen ?I am Vladimir Gustavo. Legendry vampire and Augustine slayer.? At that moment Chester fainted. His mind turned into a blender. Memories jammed inside it were spun around and ground into smaller bits. Then it was but into a bowl and settled around for a bit. An Image appearing from the abyss. It all returned to him. Everything about him and his past, zooming past his eyes at the speed of light. Going back into his brain, staying there once more. Chester woke back up. Vladimir looking at him with confusion. ?Chester are, you all right? You were mumbling stuff I couldn?t understand.? Vladimir held him up and placed his on a table where food was eaten. ?Vlad, I remember everything now. My last name it isn?t Cornelius? it?s-? Vladimir put his hands on Chester?s mouth. ?I know, I?m your real father.? Vlad gave Chester some medicine, He tried to get up, but couldn't. "It will take a while for the medicine to get in effect. But it will help you regain your energy."Chester nodded. Vlad looked at Chester adn smiled. "So, it's good to see you agian son..." [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]what are you going to do now?? Mentor asked. ?I?ve been hearing from others about S.O.L.F., surprisingly, I knew someone who worked there for a year. He quit soon after, he hasn?t said why.? Mentor looked at Chester with a stern face, and eyes that stung at Chester?s heart. ?yeah, why would he be important?? Chester asked confused. Mentor smiled. ?I thought you?d like to see him sometime. His powers are phenomenal, better than mine already. He?s been using them for only 2 years now. Truly gifted he is.? Chester nodded. ?What, do you want him to train me or something?? Chester sat down at the table. ?Yes. He?s the perfect master for you, plus he can unlock the best in you.? Mentor turned back around and stared at the window. ?He may be the key to your memory returning. He?s had the same dilemma. During a battle with the Augustine?s, which by the way I saw, he was hit upside the head, bludgeoned more or less. But after he was treated his brain went to mush, then he lost him memory. It returned when he fought the Augustine and killed him.? ?Where can I find him?? Mentor sighed. ?Just the problem, he was kidnapped by Dean a couple of weeks ago. That?s why he was going to Big Ben the day he was murdered.. That man?s in there, at the top hanging by a pole. He?s tied tightly up there.? Chester shook his head. ?How do you know?? ?Easy, I saw him when I was visiting everyone there. I couldn?t save him, because of my age. So you go.? Chester let out a huff. ?Fine I will.? When he reached Big Ben he had noticed that the smell of blood was gone. The others here evacuated, and their scent was gone. Chester, with a worry in his head, resumed on in. the place was dark, and felt humid. The smell of smoke filled the building. [I]Damn, wonder what the hell?s going on here.[/I] Chester looked around as he went up. When he reached the top he saw the man he was looking for. But, he was dead. Chester looked around again, he wasn?t safe there. He knew tat, but didn?t care. ?Okay whoever killed this guy, get your ass out of the darkness and face me. If you?re an Augustine, I don?t give a shit.? Chester jerked around after he heard a noise. Above him a vampire was perched upside down. With an evil smile the man flew down to the ground. Chester jumped back and flipped. Slowly he took out his knife. Carefully he traced his finger down the blade. He bled. Taking the knife he shook it. The vampire, was like a fish. He went straight to the bait. Quickly Chester turned around and threw the knife It hit the vampire directly on the head. He fell down to the ground, breathing heavily. Chester crept ever so slightly towards the man, not trying to get killed by him. Like a flash the man turned around and swiped Chester across the face. He rolled back then stood up. ?Curse you Nicodeamus!? The man yelled. ?Who the hell are you?? Chester asked putting the knife out to the man?s throat. ? I?m Talco. You?re Chester aren?t you?? Chester shook his head yes. ?But it won?t matter now, you?ll be dead!? Chester cut the man?s neck, but only a tiny bit of blood stained the floor and him. ?Don?t kill me, our leader wants to talk to you about something!? With a confused look on his eyes, Chester lowered the blade. ?Fine, take me to him.?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I love most of DB's work. Aways have too. I feel like I can relate to some of them as well. Here's one I just made.[/COLOR] [CENTER] [B][COLOR=Blue]Blood of our souls[/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=DimGray]I wish this darkness would just die. I?m infused debt to you for saving me. I hold open the door to my heart. You fell inside, you fell apart. But when you got up you went back to me. I may be deadly but you didn?t look at those details. But you still see me killing, eating their entrails. Blood everywhere from all of their deaths. You wish to run away, but you stay instead. You hold the key to my soul. You hold the key to making me whole. You hold me in your hand, you save me from the crisis. You hold me in your hand, with you I feel priceless. I whish this darkness would just go away. I live the pain every day. I fight myself for superiority. Cutting my veins as I bleed necessity. I feel the warmth of the crimson. I hold in the hurt and I release the pleasure. I can?t live without you here. You were my heart you were my other soul. And without you I?ll never feel whole. I am the key to madness. I am the key to dementia. I hold your dead heart in my hand. I hold your dead mind in my soul. Without you there is nothing. Without you there is no deliverance. I cut my arms to feed the fire. I hold death in my hand, I expire.[/COLOR] [/CENTER]

[COLOR=DimGray]Even if DB could vote and rise up with opinion, would it matter? I can't vote neither but I already know I can't make an impact. The president doesn't listen to the common people. Hell, just look at the protests. Bush doesn't care. [/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]Retribution here's a question for you. Are you making an impact on the president. I think that answer is clear. Don't say anything until you speak out and make a difference to Bush.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I think that if iraq is going to keep doing this, they should screw themselves over. We should leave them ,and if they keep illing each other, we should let them. I feel that it's not our country, so it's not our problem anymore. Lret's make them get themselves together. I don't think baby-sitting them any longer will help them. That will make them more of a trget for other countries. They are weak, so others will fight for the land. It's cowardly but some cournties do that to others.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]The next morning Chester woke up late. After he got dressed he went out of the Graveyard. Walking on the sidewalk he thought about what he felt that nigh. If Dean was dead, Chester would have to find him. Or maybe his killer moved the body. The only thing Chester knew was that Dean was probably killed at Big Ben that night. But he didn?t want to find his body because he didn?t care if Dean was dead. It was rainy yet again, still boring, still the same. But the water tasted stagnant to Chester. He forgot to wear a coat and was regretting every moment. Chester didn?t think much of S.O.L.F., but he walked by the building every day. He felt small compared to the big wigs running the place. He was actually jealous of the workers. New, and old. He heard someone call his name out. Looking around hew saw his friend Tyler. Tyler was human. ?Hey Chester, where are you headed to today?? Tyler asked. ?I?m going to Big Ben, I think someone I know is there.? Chester answered softly as usual. Tyler knew about Chester being a Nicodeamus. ?Can I come along?? Tyler asked. Chester shrugged. ?Sure, but you have to wait outside.? A little while later they both reached the clock. It was starting to get sunny. Felt warmer than normally. Chester looked inside the entrance for some of his relatives that lived there. ?Hey is anyone here today?? Chester asked. A knife came crashing down to the ground. Chester jumped high enough to dodge it. ?What the hell?? he yelled. ?Chester? I?m so sorry!? A fat man?s voice rang out. Soon out of the shadows came a chubby vampire wearing goggles. It was Derry, he was a nerdy vampire, but a smart one at that. ?Didn?t mean to scare you like that Chester.? Derry said smiling big. Derry was actually an Augustine who was tossed out because of the way he acted and viewed the others. He was an outcast of their clan, luckily the Nicodeamus trusted him and let him live at Big Ben. ?That?s okay, I didn?t exactly say hello when I came in. But what?s with the dagger?? Chester asked. Derry scratched his head. ?it?s a new invention I made. It can shoot daggers from over 10 yards away. Just inc case you need to kill anything pesky. Like an Augustine or even a little chipmunk. I?m still working the chinks, I accidentally shot it as Mrs. Bringums cat.? Derry chuckled. Mrs. Bringums was a vampires living in Big Ben. She collected cats along with her husband Jerry Bringums. They weren?t violent but peaceful. Chester sighed and shook his head. ?Did you see Dean anywhere?? Chester asked. Derry put his head down. ?Oh, about him? we? found him? dead.? Derry put his head down more. ?He was killed by an Augustine. Auntie found his body when she came from the market this morning.? Chester crossed his arms. ?Okay, I knew it but just wanted to make sure. I felt his energy go away last night. I figured he was killed.? Chester left the clock tower. Tyler was standing outside pacing around. ?Hey Chester, are you ready?? Chester nodded. ?I can?t bring you with me now, I gotta go meat someone. Bye.? Tyler nodded in reply he walked away. [I]Well I better go see Mentor. He should be able to give me some help.[/I] Mentor was a 100 year old vampire with vast amounts of knowledge. He helped those who needed guidance. He was also Chester?s great. great ,great Uncle. Ever since Chester got amnesia, Mentor ahs been helping him get back his memory. One thing was odd about him though. He was half Augustine. Parents were both parts of different tribes. They were killed after both clans found out about their forbidden love. But Mentor completely despises his Augustine blood. Chester was at the entrance to Buckinham palace. Mentor lived in here. Chester loved to visit Mentor. The old sage had an aura that made Chester feel at home, happy, not depressed. As h e walked in several people passed him. They knew who he was. Chester walked into Mentor?s room. The old vampire was watching the news on TV. His great, great, great, grandson. He was playing on the floor with some jax and coloring paper. Mentor turned around. ?Well well, Chester I see you?ve come. He got out of his recliner and walked ove r to Chester. Menot was very short and brittle. But he was strong as an ox. Maybe even 2. ?Mentor, Dean?s been killed.? Chester told Mentor the news with closed eyes. Mentor nodded. ?I was informed by my brethren. It seems he was killed by a criminal that your Grandmother caught 12 years ago in the palace. It?s too bad she moved to Highgate. She was a cute ol? prune if I say so myself.? Mentor laughed from his belly. Chester smiled a little bit he was very happy when around Mentor. Mentor?s old age brought him a good attitude. He was always laughing, which made everyone happy. ?Hey Chester!? the little boy cried out. ?Good to see you Tommy. How?s the grades?? Chester asked. Tommy shrugged. ?Schools boring. You were right!? Tommy laughed. Chester smiled, but he knew he was in trouble. [I]Damn, I was told not to say that to him. Now Mentor?s found out.[/I] Mentor shook his head, let out a sigh and sat back down.[/COLOR] [CENTER][][][][/CENTER] [COLOR=DimGray] OoC:For those of you who don't know. Mentor is arefference to Mentor in the book "Red Moon Rising." In that book Mentor was also a very knowledgable vampire. Just thought I'd do that as a tribute to the book/[/COLOR]

[CENTER][IMG]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l122/Forgotten-Hero/kh2shep.jpg[/IMG][/CENTER][CENTER] [B][CENTER]-|-|-|-|-[/CENTER][/B] [CENTER]Galian Nightsquall awoke in the middle of the night. Sweating from head to toe, he huffed and puffed. The reason being a nightmare had awoken him, a nightmare that's played like a TV show. A re-run of past nightmares rolled into a marathon. He couldn't remember a single one but he knew these dreams weren't normal. but he let them out of his mind. He looked at the clock, 3 a.m. Galian turned his red eyes at the poster on his wall. A poster from his very lucky childhood. [B]"Be one with yourself"[/B] it read. A triumphant quote for Galian's fast moving mind. He went to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of soda. He took a chug then put it away, leaving a faint smell from his belch. Nevertheless, he fell asleep again despite the intense amounts of canine and sugar flowing through his stomach. He woke up again at 10 a.m. Luckily it was a Saturday, so he wasn't late. A knock was heard fro the door.[B] "What the hell do ya want?" [/B] Galian yelled, as he scratched his butt. [B]"Oh. It's me Adrian... I didn't want to disturb you but I have a message from Sakura."[/B] Adrian gulped down his spit as he quietly talked on. [B]"She wants to know if you'll go for a walk this afternoon. It's the end of week one here and she needs to talk to you." [/B] Adrian's voice had always been frail. He earned his grades from sheer luck. He is 20 years old and as pale as ever.[/CENTER] [CENTER]Galian rose from his bed and put on his clothes.[B] "Okay tell here I'm there at 3. okay Adrian?"[/B] Adrian opened the door. [B]"Okay I will. Is it..alright...if..I have-" "Have what?" [/B] Galian asked. [B]"A glass of water?"[/B] Adrian ended. Galian simply gestured a yes using his head. Like a bullet Adrian shot for the kitchen. he took a glass of water and took a big sip. [B]"Thanks. Well I'm going to go train some more. See you later!"[/B] Adrian stormed off. [B]"He means well. Never minded his attitude."[/B] Galian whispered to himself. He gently closed the door.[/CENTER]

[COLOR=Blue]Otay here's my list.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]1.Blue October/ Hate Me 2.Avenged Sevenfold/ Seize the Day 3.Avenged Sevenfold/ Eternal Rest 4.Wolfmother/ Woman 5.Breaking Benjamin/ Evil Angel 6.System of a Down/ B.Y.O.B 7.System of A down/ Chop Suey 8.Three Days grace/ One-X 9.AC/DC/ Back in Black 10.Breaking Benjamin/ Topless 11.Mudvayne/ Happy? 12.MCR/ BLack Parade 13.MCR/ Famous Last Words 14.Linkin Park/ breaking the Habit 15.Breaking Benjamin/ Diary of Jane[/COLOR] [COLOR=DimGray]These songs are some of my favorites. Some of them were the first songs I've heard from the artist. (Chop Suey, Diary of Jane,Hate Me, Seize the Day.) [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]DB's right. I mean, I want to get the CD spo I can hear it, cause maybe I'll like it. But U2 s crap, and the music DB listens to (which I listen too also) is great. I also connected with their lyrics from before, hell I still do. The fact of the matter ius, a lot of bands switch musical styles. But for LP, It wouldn't make the greatest impact. I do believe the CD will be good, don't get me wrong. But their old style kicked more than just ***. DB can listen to whatever music he wants. Who knows maybe Boo's favorite music sucks. Rock is the greatest of musics, and matel is pure uranium. SO Boo, deal with it. DB likes what he likes and you can't change that at all.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]I love Linkin Park, but I hate some of their rapping. now yeah, I hate the U2 look, and I despise U2 with a fiery passion. Anyways I'm getting that CD. Always wondered what a song by Mike was like. I can't wait![/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][CENTER][b]The Keyblade War: Academy Underground 2.0[/b][/CENTER][/COLOR] [color=blue]Welcome all students to the academy. Here you will all learn how to fight, use, and master your keyblades and magic. You are the last hope for this war. Use this place to post questions about the RPG.[/color] [color=dimgray]But mostly we will discuss the various objectives in the story. Each chapter will feature a different objective and sub-objectives to complete. Now you don?t have to finish all of them, they?re just side quests. Objectives are certain tings you or all of you will have to accomplish. When finished I shall cross them out from the checklist. Chapter one isn?t big, but it will be a major event for now. Spars are fights that two characters go through. Spars aren?t the way OB has them, Spars are regular battles where no one dies at all. Mostly fights for the story. Now these are the newest features of this rpg. I ask that you create a second character because of our small numbers. Here?s the big thing. 3 characters will die. I hold the jurisdiction. Now who died depends on there role. If three major I will kill them off, or if the poster isn?t posting greatly. Also I will turn 2 people into either a heartless or a nobody. That is determined the same way as character death.[/color] [b][color=blue]Okay that?s all? for now.[/color][/b] [CENTER][color=blue][b] Chapter 1[/b][/color] [b]Objectives[/b] [/CENTER] [COLOR=DimGray][CENTER]->Establish friendships and rivalries. --->make your character?s path to destiny --->Find if your for the light or the darkness[/CENTER][/COLOR] [color=blue]In this chapter your fates will be determined. Meet all the others and even cerate other characters as NPC?s. There won?t be that many heartless batles now. But have fun![/color] [COLOR=Blue]Okay if anone wants to they can also have a three-way batle. three people fighting all at once. with a specific order of posts. here is that order. One who was challanged goes first. Challenger 1 goes second. Challenger 2 goes last.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Okay yall, we are finished here. This is the acceptence list.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue][CENTER]Tempest MoyakuKeramushe XYZ Ushima Temari[/CENTER][/COLOR] [COLOR=DimGray]Now I will make the underground thread soon. This version shall be a tad bit different from the last. Now I request that you guys lend some help if needed. I'd like to finish this, and possibly finish the war.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue][spoiler]Maybe she can tell Jeff Foxworthy jokes. That could drop a man dead![/spoiler][/COLOR]

[B][COLOR=DimGray]OoC:Here's the longest fpost for an RPG I've ever made, enjoy![/COLOR][/B] [][][] [COLOR=Blue]Chester Cornelius was walking in the graveyard, looking at each tombstone. Reading the names of those long past. Slowly he drudged through Highgate, as the thick fog surrounded his entire body. The dark feeling of moist air caressed his body softly. His black clothing swaying in the stagnate breeze. London felt cold to Chester; it felt somehow empty to him. He didn?t care for the world, but it felt empty much more than anything. Time was wearing down on him. [B]?Why?why does this world feel so dead to me??[/B] Chester asked himself. He sighed; sadness was dripping from his tongue. Each breath he let out of boredom cried suffering. He had amnesia, but he could feel memories trying to reach the top of his cliff. Like climbers to Everest. [B]?Chester are you going to walk around all day, or are you going to visit your grandmother?? [/B] A voice called in the mist. ?Why should I Dean, does she have something else she doesn?t want me to know?? Chester walked away from Dead. Dean was the opposite of Chester. Always wearing white clothing. His lips held the ache of smiling. Standing tall, and broad, His shoulders were strong enough to hold anyone?s weight on his back. But he had a dislike for Chester deep inside of him. [B]?Why do you have to keep shutting the door to others? Why can?t you just be happy? The others are despite the world, but you? don?t get me started!? [/B] Dean nodded in disgust. He turned around quickly. ?[B]Your just bitter, you no that??[/B] Chester chuckled under his breath. [B]?What does this world hold for me anyways? Only more sorrow that?s what! And people like you who don?t worry about the world are just a waste. Emotions are for the weak and happy. And happiness is something I can live without.? [/B] Chester walked away without another word, without another turn back. Dean shook his head. He spat at Chester and held his fist. [B]?No wonder you got smucked, you?re just an ignorant asshole.? [/B] Dean swore and walked out of the Cemetery. Chester walked into an area of the graveyard where his family lived. His grandmother - old and wise - was standing at the house she lived in. She looked at him with a smile. [B]?My boy, it?s good to see you here.?[/B] Chester gave her a wave; he didn?t even twitch his lips.[B] ?You wanted something, Granny?? [/B] Chester asked. The old women nodded. [B]?Yes. How?s your memory doing? Has anything come back to you yet??[/B] Chester dropped his head down; he closed his eyes and walked forward. [B]?No, but something?s there, I can feel it. It?s drilling into me like a parasite. I want them back, but at the same time I don?t.? [/B] Chester gave his grandmother a hug. [B]?I hate to say this, but it?s good to see you, I?ve missed you actually.? [/B] His grandmother who was shorter in comparison, smiled. [B]?I know your still in there Chester, you won?t be like this forever.?[/B] His grandmother gave his a high-five. Chester frowned, not in sadness, but in horror. [B]?Ummm, what the hell was that for??[/B] He asked her. [B]?Isn?t that what you kids do now a days?? [/B] She scratched her head softly. ?[B]Yeah but when someone who?s over 400 years old says it, it?s like death breathing in your face.?[/B] The old woman?s eyes grew tight. [B]?Why you delinquent!?[/B] She hollered. Taking her hand, she whipped him aside the face. [][] Dong! Big Ben ticked away. Time was still peaceful, unlike the world. Dean was walking the streets. Most of his friends lived in the clock tower. He whistled away, joyously without care. Before he cold enter, he heard something move. To him it wasn?t normal.[B] ?Hello?? [/B] He asked the thin space. But it didn?t answer. He sighed and turned around. H heard a slam, them a crash. Looking around franticly. When suddenly a vampire came out of the shadows and cracked Dean?s wrist. The pain jolted like lighting. He bit his lip trying not to startle the sleeping Nicademus inside Big Ben. [B]?What the hell?? [/B] he asked softly. The vampire?s fangs were dripping blood. The stench of rotting flesh, fuming from the vampire?s breath. ?[B]Why would one of you be at Big Ben??[/B] the man asked Dean. Dean tried not to give away the vampires inside. [B]?Nothing just checking out Big Ben, why?? [/B] He was nervous for sure. [B]?Okay then, that?s okay, besides it?s not like you were trying anything funny. Wouldn?t want to let someone week die after all, despite our differences.? [/B] The vampire turned away. Dean laughed harshly at the man. [B]?Oh come on! An Augustine that doesn?t want to kill me? How half-witted can you be? I could turn on your word at any moment and kill you. How foolish. Why I haven?t seen anyone so stupid!?[/B] The respectful Dean was shut away. He held no resentment towards anyone except Chester, and the Augustine. His lack of respect showed through and through. He laughed more falling to the ground. The Augustine wasn?t going to go along with the joke. Slowly he approached Dean. Soon he held a knife to Dean?s throat. Dean was still chuckling, now even harder. As the Augustine started to cut Dean?s throat, blood dripped onto the knife. The scent filled the air of the damp streets. Death?s cold hand gripped at Dead. Holding him, cradling him, rocking him to sleep. The Augustine took out a sword and started to cut of Dean?s limbs. [B]?Still laughing Nicademus?!?[/B] He yelled. Dean?s laugh went limp, his eyes startled to shake with fear. Despair reached over his body, paralyzing him. He started to writhe with pain. Blood dripping from his ours. The sword and the knife were at two different places, but the pain was throughout. His legs were cut off, and the blood was coming out of him in liters. Slowly the Reaper put his scythe in Dean?s body. Snatching him away from the already cold world. All that could be heard now was a scream. Life pouring out of him. The horror had ended. Blood turned to nourishment, and Dean turned into a soulless collection of cells. No more would dean?s smile be seen, now all that was seen was the look of death. The blood curdling scream faded away, as so did Dean. [][] Chester?s eyes snapped open during the dead of night. His dreams were interrupted by thoughts of death. [B]?I can feel Dean? no more?? [/B] Chester started to cry, pain falling from his bed like leaves. He knew deep inside that Dean had been killed.[/COLOR]

[quote name='XYZ']So when are we starting...?[/quote] [COLOR=Blue]Hmm.... this sin't the place to duscuss this, after all that would make it spam (I'm not modding just syaing.. I'll make the underground thread and we can discuss it more in-depth there. But for now, I'll PM the others and ask them if they want to or not.[/COLOR]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange]lol, the minute I saw the words 'hierchy of arguing' i new for sure I'd be in the bottom tier, maybe with [B]F-H[/B'] alongside, but wow, I get it all to myself! Cozy.[/COLOR][/quote] [COLOR=Blue]Don't make me come through this thread and poo... Ummmm, yeah you'd thik I'd be beside you there DB, but ya know i'm lower... :animenose [/COLOR]

[QUOTE=2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange]OMG come on! I'm the only person who ever critiqued your work1 I was the guy who insulted you horribly then apologized and then you became, like, my pupil or something because you really liked my porn story! You don't remember any of that?! In any event, yes, considering that I post in the same threads, talk about the same stuff, and my profile was created the same day as my last post on the old title, it was not like i was hiding it. Besides, the same IP -- the mods knew anyway. (i assume?!) By the way, Rifles, how in gods name did you remember my name?! And no, I have obviously not grown up since the exact same people hate me for the exact same reasons, lol. The only difference is I don't spam lesbian pornography and my posts are longer, heh. And while on the subject, [B]Tical [/B] itself is apparently a hard name to figure out. I actually had the nickname 'tickle' on another board because people thought that was how it was pronounced. (it's ty-call, for those still confused). But I dropped that title prmanently, which is why I even made this account in the first place... [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR=Blue]Yeah that's you... I'm so blind, I couldn't see that in the first place, boy oh boy, I am so stupid. And of course I remember all that stuff, hell I just reflected on that stuff a week or two ago. Ah, yes, pupil. But Ithink you've grown up personaly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Blue]Now these last 2, Shazammm! these are very enjoyable. In fact i love these. Plus I understand the big words this time!![/COLOR]