The Vampire: Ed

Razel stands by his mistress Vajain staring down at Leon sleeping while sneering showing his dislike of the human before them. Vajain turns her head to glance at Razel, and catches him gritting his teeth as if he was tempted to attack. Vajain grinned finding Razel jealousy amusing, and on some found it to be an adorable trait in him as well. Never one to show many emotions in the past two hundred, or so years is now showing signs of jealousy with the mere addition of a, male, human mercenary as a body guard. Before the issue of jealousy never had arisen before because most often Vajain's closest guards were females, and the males were usually the grunts doing all the hard labor. There were some men who had become guards, but never close enough to Vajain to pose much competition for Razel. "Razel, I can see that you strongly dislike our new friend here." Vajain said smirking at Razel. Razel replied quickly almost forgetting that she had been in the room at that moment "No, milady. I-I--just don't like him making you wait like this. It's ignorance..." "Razel, you disappoint me. Maybe that is true, but that is not the whole truth. I can tell just by the look in your eyes that you're unhappy with this man being here. Do you really want to lie, and displease your mistress?" Vajain said with a slight frown as she looked upon her knight. "No, never. I'd never wish to displease you. I-I-Argh-All right, I loath this interloper. He is only here out of greed, to serve you ensures his pockets will be lined with gold. He cares nothing of protecting you, but only of what he can get out of you. I know when he protects you it is with greed in mind, unlike I. I protect you with my life, not for gold or riches of any sort, but for my lo-loyalty, my complete loyalty to you. It is payment enough, for me, being in your service." Razel said fumbling with his words every so often attempted to not blurt out things he feels he should not say. Vajain smirked at Razel as he just stared at the floor in embarrassment, just then Leon's yawning brings their attention to Leon as he wakes. Leon looks up seeing the two being staring down at him, Vajain smiling warmly, Razel sneering once again before simply turning his head away from him.

Razel's eyes shift towards Leon as he sits down on a large chair, it looked almost like a throne with it's red padded back and seat with studs and decretive ruby stones sown into the silk fabric making it sparkle ever so slightly. Razel's eye twitches seeing Leon sitting before his mistress like an equal, Razel would never, even if ordered by his mistress, feel comfortable sitting with her like an equal. He always put her up on a pedestal, and that is where she would stay forever as long as he had a single breath in his body. Vajain noticed his hesitance, and rolled her eyes slightly as he kneeled before her again. Vajain just stared at the two for what seemed like an eternity, until Leon finally spoke up. "What can we do for you?" Leon asked confused. Vajain just smiled, but said nothing still staring. Razel said nothing, just watching his mistress looking back and forth at the two. "What are we doing?" Leon questioned. "Well, I was just testing your patience. It seems like you're a little on edge being in my chambers, huh? Razel knows the role. You're to keep watch over me while I rest. None ever had the nerve to come into my chamber without my permission so far, but with Malvo running around and recent events it might be a good idea to have the extra company." Vajain replied as Razel turned his nose up at the idea of having to share his duties with another. "I agree." Leon said, then watched as Razel looked at him in a manner that suggested that he wanted to kill him. Vajain grinned as she lied down, and pulled the covers over herself. "I'm sure you two will have plenty to talk about." Vajain said laughing before closing her eyes. Razel again shot Leon a dirty look at the mere idea of talking to him, then crawled over and sat at the foot of his mistresses' bed leaning against the foot board. Leon sighed, and shortly fell a sleep in the comfortable chair. Razel just leaned back with his eyes closed until he hear the sound of Leon's breathing, he could tell he was a sleep and with that stood up slowly approaching him. Gritting his teeth Razel clenched his fist staring at Leon with jealously, since Leon being there indicated less of his services being need. Razel was obsessed with Vajain's happiness, and wanted to be the one who served her at every moment of everyday. The guards were nothing to her, just servants, but Razel was her knight. Now, Leon had taken a position next to him in that category, at least in his mind. Vajain sighed in her sleep bring Razel's attention back to her, he stood next to her just staring at the peaceful expression on her face. Razel nervously touched her cheek gently, but not attempting to wake her, then pulled her covers up further to keep her warm. Finally Razel settled at the side of the large bed leaning next to the head board and sat there watching Vajain through the night.

Razel held his hand over his chest still in pain, but he hid it well. The wound had been sealed shut, and it would take a little time for Vajain's blood to revitalize him after the massive blood loss in the battle with the Drider, Malvo. Razel looked back seeing Vajain giving Leon an order, and became jealous that another was there to do part of his job, his life. The guards were nothing compared to the likes of Razel, so it made him all the more depended on, but with a man like Leon around Razel knew he had competition. Every time Leon even batted an eye at Vajain he felt a bit of rage slowly boiling within him, but to please his mistress he would attempt to put his pettiness aside for her sake. "Malvo..." Razel whisper to himself expecting one day to meet him again, but the next time he hoped he would be strong enough to dispatch of this creature that vowed to murder Vajain. Vajain looked towards Razel seeing him staring at the floor with a look of disgust, and anger on his face. "Calm yourself, Razel. You did well." Vajain said as Razel return his eyes to hers attempting to look as if she had been able to cheer him up. "I did well?" Razel thought to himself. "No, I must do better or the next time..." Elsewhere in a large cave dimly lit by pools of lava scattered about, Malvo return to his lair holding his stomach blocking of the blood flow. It was only a minor wound really, especially for a creature of his magnitude. He was once the true testament to Vajain power, excelling in nearly all physical attributes compared to most being, but it was his rebellious natures, and murderous addition that caused his banishment. Truth be told, if he had been loyal and obedient Razel would never have been created most likely for his services we never have been required. Malvo would have been more than enough as her guard. "Damn that witch!" Malvo roared as his shuffled quickly carrying him across the cave before a small pool of lava. "This Razel must die for coming between me and my goal. Next time we meet I will not hold back, I will not underestimate him. Razel, and Vajain will join my collection." Malvo lit a torch holding it close to one of the cavern walls exposing thousands of corpses, bones, and remains attached to the wall. Malvo had only been free for about a month, and his addition to destroying life had all ready given him the body count that of an army. He was a menace, not only to Vajain, but to all living creatures. He would have to be stopped to prevent his on going campaign of death. Malvo held the blade of his dagger under the flame of the torch, then as the blade's tip began to turn a bright red he touched it to the wound on his stomach. He roared in pain for but a moment, then slipped into a feeling of euphoric bliss feeling his flesh being mended together under the intense heat of the blade. Slowly Malvo turned his head moving the torch towards a darkened corner revealing a Drow women bound and gagged. Malvo smiles sadistically as he approaches the girl. "Miss me? We've got a little time on our hands, what say we have a little fun?" Malvo grins as he holds the blade of his dagger in front of his face staring at it blood cover edges. The girls muffled screams can be heard through out the cavern, follow by the hideous laughter of Malvo then that unquestionable sound of flesh being torn.

I don't watch American Idol often, but when I do, I'm not watching it to see some poor schmuck obtain their lifetime dream of becoming a singer. No. I watch it to see Simon insult them, and see what happens in return. Now that's the real reason I watch, and most likely a lot of other people do too.

"Vajain." A voice hisses from afar through the darkness watching the Nur'Lograin castle. "My judge, and jury. My creator. Banishing your greatest creation just because he was not willing to do things as you wished. I'll have my revenge for damning be to that infernal prison of lava and brimstone." A large creature steps from the shadows, it's skin pale and almost transparent, with the lower extremities of an arachnid. It's long white hair flowed down it's spine, and it's eyes glistened of pure white. It donned an almost tribal face paint, two triangular shapes beneath his eyes paint of blood. It was what was known as Drider, a breed of a largely feared species, however this one differed slightly in the usually appearance due to being transformed into a Drider, rather than born one. He grinned, and chuckled to himself realizing his dream of revenge was about to come true. The Drider crawled along the walls towards the gate, his pace slow at first, but soon became quicker as he spotted one of the guards returning to their post. He leapt off the wall pouncing on the guard dragging them back through the front gate, and with a small curvy dagger swiftly slit her neck before she could call for help. The Drider relished the feeling, but returned to his mission at hand as he scaled the castle walls climbing in through a large window in a hallway, then crawl upon the ceiling. Turning a corner he found himself looking down at another guard patrolling the corridors, slowly creeping over him the Drider impaled the guard through the skull with a tremendous downward stab. Back in Vajain's thrown room, Leon stood watching Vajain and her willing, and faithful knight, Razel. It was then that Razel began to smell a familiar aroma, one he had lusted for his entire vampiric life. "Blood..." Razel mutters as he steps forward watching the door as Vajain looked to her knight. "Someone has spilled the blood of a Drow in the corridor, trouble is close." Leon's looked confused forgetting that vampires had an enhanced sense of smell among their other qualities, but realized Razel was indeed correct as he hurt screaming of the doormen outside of the throne room. It suddenly became quiet after the sound of two bodies collapsing against the stone floor, then the door is suddenly knocked down tearing it's steel hinges from the wall. The door crashed against the floor as the Drider most in slowly out of the dim lit hall grinning evilly at Vajain as she immediately recognized him. "You!" Vajain said as she stood looking angered. "Malvo! How dare you come here?" The Drider revealed to be Molvo, a creation of Vajain, shook his dagger with the still fresh blood of her guards splattering the stone floor. "You make me what I am, then banish me for now bowing to you like some mindless slave. How dare I? How dare you?!" Molvo yelled as he moved closer with his eyes looked onto Vajain totally oblivious to the other two being in the room with them. "I created you, and you killed my guards, my servants, and my slaves. Your addiction of murder forced me to banish you. If anything I was far too lenient with you, Molvo. I suppose I'll just have to destroy you like I should have so long ago." Vajain stated boldly with the large beast standing before her. Vajain took a step down, but only made it that far as Razel quickly stood in front of her to protect his mistress. "No, you should not dirty your hands on scum like this. I shall take care of him for you." Razel said staring a hole through Malvo as he began to return one of his own. "So you made yourself another little toy, huh, Vajain? Fool, I'll crush you. Whatever it takes to get to her." Malvo said as he pointed at Vajain admonishing him with a look of her own. "I assure you, Malvo, I fully trust Razel to be capable of putting you out of your misery." Vajain replied with a smirk, which in turn brought a sinister looking grin to Razel's face. Malvo sneered at the both of them ignoring the other man in the room, then quickly charged at Razel. Razel ducked the dagger smashing Malvo across the back of the neck with his gauntlet clad left hand. Malvo showed little emotion from the blow, and answer with a backhand of his own almost knocking Razel off is feet. Razel was taken by surprise at Malvo strength, never having faced a Drider before he realized he was underestimating Malvo's abilities. Ravel drew his sword in time to block Mavlo's dagger in mid slash, but was once again taken off guard as Malvo lean back slightly kicking him with his front legs. Malvo slashed again, this time striking Razel across the cheek bringing forth a small stream of blood running down his face. Razel's rage began to build as he retaliated, leaping into the air he struck Malvo over the head with his gauntlet again, then followed up with a cross slash to his chest. Both having all ready struck their first blows just went into a frenzy of swinging blades, kicks, and punches. They missed more than hit due to their speed, but still did a significant amount of damage to each other, but it was Razel on the short end of the stick as a Drider posses a much higher pain threshold. Malvo leapt forward kicking Razel in the chest sending him flying back through a table in the corner, leaving him immobilized for the moment. Malvo quickly turned his sights to Vajain now vulnerable to attack, and charged at her with his dagger pointed towards her chest. Vajain stepped back and turned her head as the blade was about to pierce her flesh, but when it didn't she looked back to find Razel impaled in her place. He had leapt from the debris in time to take the blow in her place, the sharp dagger somehow managed to pierce his tough armor. Razel grunted, and gritted his teeth as Malvo mocked him laughing in her face at his loyalty to Vajain. Malvo pushed the blade in even deeper, the tip brushing against Vajain's arm leaving a streak of Razel's blood on her flesh, then he twisted the blade to further damage Razel. Razel's eyes flashed a dark crimson color as he retaliated shoving his blade through Molvo's stomach, then headbutted him as he leaned forward in pain. The bridge of Malvo's nose almost snapped under the pressure of the blow, but somehow withstood it however not without drawing more blood. Malvo's blood splattered the face of Razel as they shoved each other around with their blades impaled into the other one. Razel's began to weaken, but not as much as Malvo. For some odd reason he began to weaken rapidly, but then realize Vajain had begun to interfere by attempting to transform him back to whatever he was before she turned him into a Drider. An aura, dark, began to surround Malvo, but before it could take effect shoved Razel as he pulled away and fled through the window like the thief in the night. Malvo had escaped that time, but her would be back eventually to kill Vajain. However, he had not escape without doing major damage to Razel. The gaping wound from Malvo's blade in Razel's chest caused a massive amount of blood loss especially after being removed. Razel became weak as he stumbled to his mistress and attempted to kneel before her, but simply collapsed and then fell unconscious.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by CrH [/i] [B]Was it really the kind of publicity she's looking for though??? She may be in the news, but at what expense to her dignity? It was definitely planned, there is no doubt. [/B][/QUOTE] Well, in all honesty, I believe another reason for her doing what she did was to help her brother, Michael, out. I mean they've been going on and on about him since his arrest and all, and I think she knew how easy it would be to draw attention away from her brother's predicament. Hell, everyone knows that a female celebrity showing her breasts, or kissing another women will push anything and everything off the front page. Anyone remember the infamous Madonna/Britney kiss? That single kiss, which only last a few second, took up the news for weeks. No one cares about a murder, or pedophile charge when a female celebrity, especially of Janet's caliber, does something outrageous. So it helped her out in two ways. She gets publicity, and her brother doesn't now that it would only do harm to his image. Sure it's going to still be mentioned, but it won't be the main focus anymore. At least that's what I think. By the way, is anyone else finding it amusing that they think so little of this stunt, and are outraged at it, but yet they have to replay it fifty times, as well as layer news papers, magazines, and web sites with pictures of it while still saying how disgusting it is having to see it? I think it's quite hilarious.

Definitely a stunt. She wasn't as popular as she use to be, and showing her breast on TV has launched her back into the headlines.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [B]You'd be surprised at how good [b]Fluffy[/b] can taste if cooked properly. [/B][/QUOTE] I should smack you silly for that! My Fluffy is not to be eaten, she is to be worshiped. Worshiped do you hear?! It's bad enough that she's dead, but now you desecrate her memory by referring to her as a food. Bah! :flaming: Anyway, yes, eating cats and dogs seem quite disgusting to some, but in some places it is actually done with little guilt of it. Much like how cows are treated in most places. Some people eat rabbits, frogs, snakes, bugs, deer, turtles, and so on. Hell, some people eat human flesh. There are a lot things people eat in this world that most people would not approve of, but it's done anyway. No real point in thinking about it.

A female Drow, one of the guardians of the Nur'Lograin gates, approached her mistress, Vajain, as she sat upon her throne staring at the rafters with a grin upon her face. Just as the female guard was about to inform her of the visitor at the gates, she spoke herself "Allow him access, bring him to me." The female guard was surprised to hear her mistress answer her question before she could ask it, but then noticed her guardian, Razel, perched in the window looking down at the gates. The female guard bowed saying "As you wish." Moments later the mercenary, Leon, was brought before Vajain. Leon nodded at Vajain greeting her in his own way, then surveyed the room seeing that he was alone with Vajain. She smiled graciously at her guest, and stood speaking "Greetings mercenary whom serves no one." Leon cocked his head and replied "So your guard has informed you of me then?" "No." Vajain said with a smirk on her face. "A little birdie told me." "Is that so?" Leon questioned. Vajain nodded as Leon smiled falsely. "Excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable." Vajain says as she turns around with the feathers melting back revealing bare flesh, as if she was teasing him, tempting him with forbidding fruit. Just as his eyes began to trail down to Vajain's lower regions Razel dropped from the ceiling, seemingly out of thin air, standing toe to toe with Leon cutting off his view of the beautiful Vajain in her bare form. Leon quickly took his spear in hand swinging it at the being, but found him to be much too fast for him. Razel caught the blade of the spear with his left hand concealed within a steel gauntlet, and his eyes flashed a dark crimson color letting Leon know he wasn't dealing with another mortal. "Who the hell are you?!" Leon grunted as he pulled his spear away from the creature before him. "That's the little birdie." Vajain said laughing before Razel could answer himself. Leon, and Razel turned to find Vajain clothed again after her shape chage in a provocative purple gown. Vajain motioned for Razel to stand down, and return to her side as she took her seat upon the throne once more. "State your business whelp." Razel said with a scornful tone in his voice. Vajain tapped Razel in the back of the head lightly as she spoke "Come now, that's no way for you to talk to a guest."

Kane is my favorite, has been since he first appeared back in October of 97 when he interfered in the first ever Hell in a Cell match between Undertaker and HBK. Obviously he's not the greatest of wrestler, all though is far from bad, I mainly like him for his character. A mysterious, masked monster who destroyed people left and right just for the hell of it. By looking at how cheap his costume/mask looked when he first came, you could just tell he wasn't supposed to be a long time character, but apparently, and thankfully, a lot of the fan took to him. Eventually, he lost the whole monster thing, but I still liked him, I couldn't stop liking him, even after they unmasked him I thought for sure I wouldn't like him any more, but I do. Maybe not quite as much, because they always handle him so badly, but I still like him. I want him to be like he was when he first came though, a heel who actually destroys people, not a so called monster who's getting his *** beat week in and week out by the likes of Shane McMahon. Besides Kane, Rob Van Dam is my other favorite along with other under used, unappreciated talent. Such as Chris Kanyon, Matt Hardy, Chris Benoit (Currently in a push, but Triple H will ruin it), Batista, etc. As for my favorite women wrestler, well that's easy, Victoria. She's the best women's wrestler in the company, and she's actually very entertaining to watch usually because of the way she acts. A lot of times if someone has a crazy gimmick, they don't quite show it in a match as much as they would during an interview or something. But Victoria always keeps it up, and she screams stuff like "I hate you Trish!" while beating up Trish Stratus. She's awesome. Hopefully, her little face push doesn't interfere with her crazy gimmick, and she actually wins the Women's Championship because she deserves it.

[center][b]CAUTION: Long ass post.[/b][/center] Razel smiled at his mistress as she laughed taking joy in watching the Drow representative run like a frightened dog with it's tail tucked between it's legs whimpering. His fingers lay upon the floor twitching with the last bit of life left in them quickly dissipating, and blood smeared over the marble surface. Vajain looked toward her door man standing in place of where the Drow representative had fled, she just motioned towards the mess on the floor and the door man, without having to be told, ran in and fetched the fingers while wiping up the blood in a clean handkerchief. As he stood up to take his leave he found Vajain standing before him, she took the bloody handkerchief from him and waved him away. The door man quickly left as Razel admiringly watched his mistress as she glides across the room with a grace like none other, Vajain grasped a goblet in one hand and with her other squeezed the blood from the handkerchief into the cup. Vajain smirked at Razel catching him looking on curiously as she swirled the blood around the cup and approached Razel, she handed the goblet to her knight, her slave, as she took her seat upon her thrown once again. "Your reward, for being a good servant." Vajain said as she laughed watching Razel drink down the blood in one gulp. Razel breathed deeply as he felt the blood run down his throat quenching his unholy thirst, a bit of blood dripped down his chin and Vajain whipped it clean with a small clean area on the already blood stained handkerchief. Razel felt a surge of energy as the Drow blood gave him strength, his fangs grew slightly and his eyes turned an even darker crimson color. Slowly as he came down from his blood lust driven high, he slowly began to realize his mistress watching him with a grin on her face, she seemed to get amusement from watching him feed when he did. Razel knelt down beside his mistress' thrown, bowed his head, and apologized. Vajain just snickered crossed her legs, and stared forward as she ran her fingers through her willing servant's black hair. All though it had been over two hundred years ago when Vajain claimed Razel as her servant, her slave, her knight, and transformed him into what his is now, a vampire, it only felt like yesterday to him. He was a highly renowned knight in his kingdom, serving his king and queen was his life and he pledged it to them daily as he fought and won battles continuously in their names. He was feared when he was at the head of his army, and even when he was on his own he still put a sense of fear in their hearts. However it couldn't last forever, and it didn't. He was ambushed by his king's enemies while out riding one day. His skill, and determination had allowed him to hold out longer than any normal man would, but in the end he was left laying in a pool of his own blood, thought to be dead, the enemy then left him to attack his kingdom. Eventually he awoke, his body sore, and with what strength he had, stumbled all the way back to his kingdom to find it in ruins. His king, and queen hung by their throats from nooses hanging from a tree, the castle set aflame, and the village turned to rubble. Razel stumbled into the village watching the villagers stare a hole through him, even though he was obviously injured they didn't care, they just wanted someone, anyone to blame, and who better than the man who couldn't be there for them. Razel felt a sharp pain in his back, he turned to see what it was, but feel another sharp pain in his chest as he turned just in time to get hit with a rock by one of the villagers. Soon all of them joined in pelting him with whatever they could get their grubby little hands on, Razel stumbled away with the villagers following shouting and calling for his head. Their following halted as Razel stumbled into a cave, a cave leading to the Underdark, where they all though he would surely die. He eventually realized the mob had stopped chasing him, and fell to the ground crawling into a dark corner hoping he would just bleed to death. He passed out, and eventually, to his chagrin, he awoke once more. However the scenery had changed. No longer was he in a dark, dank tunnel, but some sort of thrown room laying upon an alter of some sort. His wrists and legs were shackled to the table, and as he attempted to free himself he felt a feminine hand touch his face. He stopped squirming and looked to his right seeing a woman, a Drow woman, his current mistress Vajain more specially, staring down into his eyes. Razel attempted to speak, but the Drow woman placed her index finger on his lips to quiet him as she introduced herself and annoucned his new role in life. "You will be my slave, and my warrior. You will be at my beckoning at every moment of everyday from this day forward to do my every bidding. Understand?" Vajain said as she moved her finger from his mouth to allow him to speak. Razel just stared at her thinking it over, he could probably reject her then be executed and die as he wished before then, but there was another thought in his mind. It was redemption, a chance to serve another, and attempt to redeem himself by protecting her at all costs even his own life. Razel without another thought nodded, and spoke "Yes, I understand and accept your bidding with open arms." Vajain smiled, and replied "Well, you didn't have much of a choice to begin with, but it's good that you are so willing. However--you're useless to me in your current form, so I must-make a few adjustments to you." Vajain laughed as Razel looked on confused, then a sudden wave of pain swept over his body sending him into a trance like state in which he was actually unconscious. When he once again awoke he felt different, stronger, empty yet more than what he was before. His skin pale, his muscles more defined, his height had slightly increased, his eyes had changed in color, and his teeth now contained fangs like that of a wolf. Razel sat up without realizing he was still chained down, but somehow snapped them as if they were as thin a paper. Razel looked to his wrists then broke the cuffs, then the ones on his legs, then sat staring in awe at his own hands, at the strength he now possessed. Vajain brought him out of his shocked state with a laugh, and just before he could question her, she spoke. "You are now worthy of being my servant, now reborn into a new world, a world in which you are not unlike. That life before is but a footnote in the life that you will lead here at my side in the Underdark, with the appearance that of a human, yet you are not human now, far from it. You are now a vampire, now rise and greet your new master, your mistress." Razel stood, then slowly knelt down in front of his mistress as she held out her hand in front of him to kiss. From that day forward he had learned the ways of the vampire as he protected his mistress whenever she was in danger, or just when she beckoned him to complete some sort of deed even if it was murder, he would accomplish his goal of pleasing his mistress. And here he is over two hundred years later still at her side serving her as he promissed, and as she commands. Razel is almost legendary in the Underdark for his serious, and protective nature of his mistress, Vajain.

Actually, overall it's a very good poem, all though you could present it a little better perhaps with some punctuation and such. It's not necessary really since it still gets the point across, but it would make it look nicer and probably help the reader determine where someone would pause and such if the words were coming out of their own mouths. Besides that I really don't think the last two lines work together. Everything up until the last two lines flowed well, and fit together nicely but those last two lines leave your poem with a weak ending. So those could be written a little better. Anyway, that's just my opinion, and I feel if you fixed those "problems," or at least the last two lines, it would be near perfect, if not perfect. Aside from the technical stuff this poem expressed a lot of emotion, and it gives you a very good understanding of how much a person's anger can boil over. Good work. I'd say to continue writing poetry, you're very good from what I can make of this one poem.

Dog: "Ohhhh man, I gots da' munchies bad. Yo' hamster, rat, squirrel, whatever the hell you are. Come mere I got something to say to ya'." Squirrel: *walks up to the dog looking curious* "What?" Dog: *opens his mouth as the squirrel unwittingly leans his head towards him* "Got any nuts?"

All right here it is, the worst tasting crap ever made, a cough medicine called Tussin DM, "Original flavor," made by some place called SunMark. I've had this damn cold for about two weeks now, it just doesn't go away, so I started taking this cough medicine and it is the most god awful tasting **** I've ever had the misfortune of shoving in my mouth. It's red, like blood, but takes like a combination of all of the worlds worst tastes combined. I nearly threw up when I first started taking it, and now I still have a hard time taking it without gagging, but at least I'm more prepared for it now. Just avoid this stuff at all costs if you're looking for a cough medicine, it's just so terrible. It makes you feel like you're being tortured or something.

Royal Rumble was a big disappointment until the actual Rumble. All of the matches were short, and seemed to end suddenly and with no exciting endings at all. The Dudleyz vs. Evolution (Flair/Batista) was short, sloppy, and just plain boring but that's mostly thanks to the Dudleyz since their a really boring team now. Eddie vs. Chavo was good, all though a bit slow most of the time, but it still just ended suddenly and didn't feel exciting at all. Also the Rey Mysterio vs. Jamie Noble match was way too short, and surprisingly pretty boring. The Brock vs. Hardcore Holly match should never have happened to begin with, Hardcore Holly sucks. He's a boring guy with little wrestling abilities to his name, he's just crap, and to think he could have been the champion on Smackdown! just makes me sick to my stomach. I hope they stop pushing him. Just because he broke his neck doesn't mean he deserves a push, not unless he was something special before that happened. As for the Triple H vs. Shawn Michaels match...well, it was god for the most part but it totally sucked *** the way it ended. I was pissed off about that. I mean if they're going to have Trip's win like usual, then do that, don't have Shawn get up from a Pedigree but then stay down after Superkicking Triple H. That's just lame. The Rumble itself was good, but it was stupid how Kane was eliminated so quickly, not to mention RVD practically did nothing in the Rumble before being tossed out by the Big Slow. not to mention that whole Cat part was stupid, they could have had a good wrestler like Kanyon in there. He's better than most of the WWE roster, and it annoys me to see he is not properly used. It was cool that Benoit won though. It looks like John Cena, and The Hurricane might be injured though, so you might not see them for a little while. Overall, it wasn't really worth seeing.

Name: Razel Age: 243 Species: Vampire Rank: Warrior/Slave Clan: Nur'Lograin Weapon: A long katana, and a steel gaunlet on his left hand Appearance: Razel is tall, muscular, has long black hair, and his eyes are blood red. Razel wears black armor as dark as the night, a long black and red cape, black baggy pants tucked into a pair of tall boots matching his armor, a fingerless black glove on his right hand, and a gauntlet on his left which doubles as a shield, as well a weapon. Bio: Razel was once human, he had escaped the persecutions of the upper world after failing to save his king and queen from their foes attacks on the castle. He was their most trusted knight, a warrior like none other, but even the most extraordinary of warriors can be overwhelmed by a larger number of foes. He was wounded, and thought to be dead, but he lived. He return to his kingdom, their castle ravaged, and the villagers left in rubble that once was their home. Those whole lived felt he had let them down, as soon as he was noticed they began to pelt him with rocks, and whatever else they could get their hand on. Razel fled to the Underdark to die alone, but that was not to be. His services were acquired by a Sorceress who reprieved him, and transformed him into a vampire to better serve her. He was to be her warrior, her slave, but he accepted his new role with open arms vowing never to fail those he served ever again.

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[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by xxxGothChickxxx [/i] [B]and last but not least a saying on my inner lip that says bite me hehehe! [/B][/QUOTE] Son of a b--I should have thought of that one. I'd be like "Hey, check out my tattoo." then when the poor fool came to see I'd bite them in the forehead! :devil: Heh, anyway I don't have any of either. But for some reason I like that idea you had for the bar code tattoo. Sounds cool to me for some reason. I should get one, then claim to be manufactured evil! Batteries not included!

I liked your first poem [i]"A Dark Heart Pondering"[/i] a lot. I'd have to say it reminded me of my way of thinking so that helped it speak to me, so to speak. It's written quite well, and it is a deep poem. I like that. Good job on it. As for you second poem [i]"Of Men and Bakas."[/i] I think it too is good, but I feel that the word "baka" detracts from what you're going for, the dark poem feel. Baka just seems like a silly word to me, and all though it means what it does it just doesn't fit in the poem in my opinion. I think it would be better of if you just changed all of the bakas to idiot(s). It might not sound as cool, but I feel it fits into the poem and unlike the other word, it doesn't break up the flow.

It's actually very good in my opinion, but maybe that is because it so resembles myself and my sister. We use to be like best friends in childhood, and we always played together and talked. Basically they were some of my fondest memories, but when we moved that bond began to dissolve as she had gotten new friends and decided it wasn't cool to hang with her younger brother anymore, especially when her friends were around. We've both changed so much over the years, and now I feel like she's just a mere acquaintance. Sibling bonds are surprisingly quite fragile even though you share the same blood, I'd say if you want to improve your bond with your brother, then perhaps this poem would be a good start. It would let him know just how you're feeling, and how much it would mean to you if the two of you had that strong bond you once had. I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be critiquing your poem, and it's turned into more of an advice response. I apologize. Well, I've basically said what I needed to say, it really is a good poem. But I'll leave my advice in the case that it might, in some way be of some help.

This a rather good poem Annie, nice work. It shows a lot of emotion, and is both simple and complex at the same time. But I agree with part of Mitch's suggestion for correcting that one line, however instead of just making it "crumpled pile of hope" as he suggested, I think it would sound better if you just dropped the "of" between "crumpled" and "hope." It sounds better, to me anyway, if it reads "a pile of crumpled hope." But then again, that's probably what you meant to do in the first place. Anyway, that's really the only "problem" I can see. But it was probably just an error, I have found myself having similar errors many times before. Not that I am anything special, lol, but you get the point.

I remember that movie, but I concider it to be one of his worst movies next to Dumb and Dumber. I'm obviously a fan of vampires, but vampires just didn't help that corny movie at all.

Let's start things off by saying this post will most likely contain some small hint of spoilers, so if you read past this line and get mad that the movie was spoiled, well just blame yourself. Personally, I really hated this movie. I really like Steve Martin, but this movie had to be one of the most depressing movies I have ever seen. Even the comedic aspects of the movie didn't help it for me. Also, I hardly seen one aspect of the movie depict families in a good light other than the beginning and end. That's it. All in between it was total chaos. Every kid, including the older ones who should know better, were complete and utterly unbearably. They're all selfish, greedy little cretins who did nothing but make matters worse. Then they all have the gull to blame the father when he obviously was doing his best to make their lives better, and even his ungrateful wife gets into it later. No one attempted to help make things easier on the father knowing he was alone, and had to deal with twelve kids and a job while his wife was off on some book tour. God, the whole movie just depressed me, and it further made me feel that ever wanting a family would be nothing but pure grief and pain. It was just terrible, and the sad thing is that this movie was almost exactly like real life, minus the fact that the women had twelve kids and still had a fit figure. To be blunt the movie just made me feel disgusted with life in general knowing that this is indeed how most families are. Not to mention the father is forced to apologize for being the only good person in the movie.

Human flesh. Well, it doesn't actually taste bad, it tastes a lot like chicken actually, but the mere idea of eating another human's flesh would probably disgust you more than anything else you could possible think of, perhaps even taste.

I loved the move, of course its main draw being the gore, blood and sword fights for me, but I also loved how it was all done. They used a lot of unique camera styles, and way to tell the story. Not to mention that little anime cartoon was awesome. I've never liked Uma Thurman. I thought she was a pretty talentless actress, not to mention she isn't all that good looking. I always wondered how the hell she even got anywhere in the business, but then I remember Leonardo Decrapio, and just let it go. This was probably the only role I've every actually liked seeing Uma in, and it surprised me that she even could make it better, but she did. Good movie overall.