Ravenstorture

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: Yes, quite the showman indeed... jumping out of a [i]landed helicopter...[/i] Anathema: We will have to hurry, there are people at this base and they are not going to leave us be for long. Prometheus: There were none at yours? Anathema: Strangely enough, no. There were a few bats though, I do recall... Prometheus: I see we are quite heavily armed here... Vukodlak: And the best bit is we dont have to be. [i]Anathema climbs out and begins to sort through the various items in the back, more and more weapons piling in over her shoulder. Soon everything was organised and everyone inside. Anathema climbed back into the cockpit and enquired if anyone would like to copilt. Vukodlak kindly volunteered Valiegh, but Anathema declined. The gunfire began, signalling it was time to leave, and the bird lifted off into the sky, headint north-north west. [/i][/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I do believe I have a right to say that Ed has no part in this conversation. The only good thing that can come of war is that perhaps people could actually learn from their mistakes, see the result of such an abhorrance and [b][i]not do it anymore.[/i][/b] But as if that will ever happen in a hurry. People, I'm afraid, just aren't that bright. War should not be celebrated. There is on part of war that is worth celebrating. Not the idea, cause, result, the stuff it brings out in people, the 'improvements' it brings to a country, the bravery, the 'victory', nothing. NOBODY WINS A WAR. "You acn no more win a war than you can win an earthquake." Jeanette Rankin, first woman elected to congress.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Hey, that wouldn't be a [i]raven[/i] on her shoulder, would it??? I love that picture, although if I were to find fault I would say my skin could be paler, and I would like to be the one holding the knife...[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I think I might have played it once, in fact I am pretty sure, but I didn't know it was D&D. I am playing a D&D rpg on otaku, but it has dies somewhat and the only person I am left in it is NOT POSTING.... Sounds fun, I would like to see the movie sometime. [/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: I love being a burden.... [i]Breaching the forest wall, Davien and Anathema hear voices to their left, and run towards them. As they catch sight of the others, on the edge of the treeline that borders the valley, a vampyre steps out from behing a large fir tree after Anathema and Davien have run past. The vampyre, stepping on a dead branch, alerts Anathema's attention from the irregular sound behind her. She spins, to face a small child with blond hair standing in the forest path. Anathema stops, and calls out to Davien, who has lost sight of the group once more, but can still here them. Anathema looks at the child, who appears scared. The child begins to cry, and sob that it is alone, where are it's parents, where is she. Knowing that all villagers from the region are asiatic in appearence, Anathema is suspicios but not quick enough to catch on before the child brings a sharp metal implement out from her back, covered in a viscous, black liquid. The vampyre was quick, and attacked Anathema so quicly it was hard to see. Although Anathema had turned to the side in defence just as quickly, the spike had plunged into Anathema's side and she fell immediately, laughing hysterically and then falling unconscious. Davien shot the vampyre in the head with the crossbow and it scaled the tree behind which it hid, snorting strangely and transforming into some sort of creature before exploding into a ball of flame and flying away. As the creature fell lowe and lower into the undergrowth, struggling with it's death, flames sprung up and spread rapidly. Anathema had stopped breathing, and the others were nowhere to be seen.[/i][/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]No, it's not just you. At all, that I can safely say. Except for the 'princes' part maybe... but then again, who knows. Another really poxy remark: "they are the world to you" - doesn't [i]quite[/i] sum it up for me, I'm afraid.....[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I was around ata friend's place one day, and she decided to make a prank phone call, it was pretty late at night, you know. I was pretty indifferent, I really couldn't have cared less, but when she called a helpline and pretended she was going to kill herslef I got really upst, i thought she was making fun of me, and I ripped the phone out of the wall. Another problem I had with helplines is that as time progressed, they believe you less and less. That's sad, they shouldn't have to believe you, they should just be there to listen, because that really helps. They usually aren't there to make suggestions. But it's people who make prank phone calls who steal time from those who need it. [/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Anathema: Where are the others? Kain: I don't know, I think they might still eb asleep. I might go and arrange breakfast, or wake them up, or something. We might have to move soon. [i]Kain walks inside, leaving Anathema and Davien alone.[/i] Anathema: I was worried about you last night. Sorry about breaking in. Davien: You broke in? I didn't see any evidence of ... oh. I don't remember you doing that. Anathema: I was walking past, and I heard you shriek. I broke in and you were shaking, and freezing cold, and hysterical... I lay you on your bed and waited until you got slightly better before leaving. But I was scared. Davien: Sorry. Anathema: Why are you apologising? I'm sure you weren't doing it on purpose... Davien: I wasn't. [i]There is a short silence as they look out over the valley.[/i] Anathema: Tell me. Davien: Tell you what? Anathema(looking at him): Everything.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I remember hearing somewhere that posts that are purely argumentative are also spam. Probably from my long "friendship" with cloricus... where is he, by the way? he really should be here by now... I don't have anything against you, actually, but I never knew SPAM stood for something. Hell, you learn a new thing every day, and if this wasn't it, then it was that ANY salad dressing can be fixed with a liberal amount of mint sauce. Oh wait, that has nothing to do with the subject, does it? Sorry. Anyway, I read the announcement thread sticky whatever thing on how to rpg, and it had a section on spam. Or I read something about spam somewhere, and I didn't really feel it was enough information... and this is good. This fills it in. But nevertheless, it should be interesting how the mods deal with it...[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]They jogged for half an hour, keeping to the shadows. The plainlands were deserted, but once they returned to the cities the mad being began attacking them again and their progress was slow.[/i] Spyder: There has to be a quicker was of pursuit. Harlequin: I know... it will be difficult though, with the amount of time we have. Do you have any ideas? Spyder: Well, I was thinking about going to the jungle side of the city, it shouldn't be too far from here. [i]The jungle was the half of the city that had been recaptured by nature, the side of the city that held the river, banked the sea and was bordered by thick tropical forest. It was perfect conditions for rampant vines and trees, especially GM ones, to run wild and conquer everything. That section was also uninhabited by humans, but it was most probably inhabited by something a lot worse... of course, it was rather hard to tell these days. [/i] Harlequin: Even that's a bit out of our league, don't you think? Spyder: Well, what are you afraid of? [i]Dying?[/i] Harlequin: Point taken. Why would it be quicker though? We have to travel north to get there, it's out of our way. Spyder: If we make it to the river, and find a boat, the river will take us east very quickly. Harlequin: You are basing a lot on chance, but we don't have time. I think that's an excellent idea. [i]Spyder glowed for a minute before embracing Harlequin and kissing him passionatly. When she let him go, he staggered to the side and regained his balance slowly. Spyder was concerned.[/i] Spyder: What's wrong, my love? Harlequin: nothing, quite the opposite, actually, it's just that.... you haven't done that to me in a while. Spyder: Oh, sorry. Let's go. [i]Before Harlequin could chide her for apologising, she ran off again in a northerly direction, leaving Harlequin to follow her.[/i][/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Realising that she might not be alone in this realm of mortals startled her, but she regained her composure quickly as a car sped up behind her. She stuck out her thumb, and hitched her skirt up with the other hand after a moments deliberation. The car pulled over immediatly and an angry, middle aged mother of two scrambled out of the car and began walking towards Alastuin. Alastuin scouted for jesus fish stickers, and seeing none, relaxed somewhat.[/i] Woman: What in god's name are you trying to do? Are you a prostitute? Alastuin: I was trying to get back into the city, hitching my skirt up often helps. Woman: Oh dear, where are you from? Alastuin: Oh... um, around. I... uh... have a function to get to... [i]The woman examined her clothing and believed her.[/i] Woman: Well, I can give you a lift but I don't know what you're doing out here... [i]Suddenly, another car pulled over, an old ute with a few men riding in the tray. They held weapons, and looked angry and scared. One ma, obviously the leader of the pack, jumped out and walked over to the two women.[/i] Man: Ladies, I will have to ask you to get back in the car please. Woman: Excuse me? Man: We are from an.... an organisation called the... um, Protectors. Sort of. We have... heard... that there are dangerous things out here tonight, and it is not a good thing to be standing out here on your lonesome. [i]He had a thick, drawling accent, and smelt of the conservative right-wing capitalist patriarchal consumer that Alastuin hated with a passion, they were perfect fits for the Hunters, the organisation formed to seek out and destroy those not of human flesh. Thinking quickly, she played dumb.[/i] Alastuin: Lordee sir, what [i]have[/i] you heard? Man: Well, ma'am, there was news of a... thing... that went this way, and there have been strrange things happ'nen this very eve, and... well.... what are you doing out here dressed like that anyway, you mind me askin'? Alastuin: I was driving in for a function and my car broke down. [i]The men riding in the back of the ute immediately looked shaocked and scared, and took up arms quitely with a glance from the head guy. Alastuin prepared herself for action. [/i] Man: You mean your taxi.... Alastuin: Yeah, I was taking a taxi. I decided to drive to another f*cking [i]city[/i], so I decided to take a cab. What kind of fool do you take me for?? [i]A mistake. Anger inside her, stirred by her incredible acting talents, flared up to make her act look more convincing but in doing so she actually became angry, and her eyes flared behind the sunglasses she still wore. The woman was not watching, but the man was, and he jumped back and pointed his rifle straight at her.[/i] Man: Alright *****, don't try anything stupid. [i]At this Alastuin really lost her temper. These people relaly didn't know that there was not such act as "outnumbering a demon" for odds. The woman had turned around again and was scared, Alastuin could see it. Glancing at her, she sent a message for an impulse to get back into the car and drive off, slowly. She did. Turning back to the man, time bent and she reached out for the rifle and grabbed it, twisting it out of his grasp before he could blink. the others began firing upon her, she ignored them and concentrated on beating the man's head into a bloody pulp on the asphalt. Exactly one second after she had aquired the shotgun, she was running through the forest, the abandoned car a scene of complete massacre. The air was still warm with the friction of the attack.[/i][/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]I have called kid's helpline, lifeline etc quite a number of times over the years but I gave up after a while. People kept telling me I would feel much better with myself and I would not be so depressed and suicidal if I got out more, if I worked harder, perhaps I should get a job, start going to school...? Perhaps tafe, or something? This is not really the kind of thing I would like to hear when I am trying very hard not to slash my neck open. So I gave up. And I am sure that not all calls are responded to in this way, "Hello, please help me, I want to cut myself because I am so depressed and I don't know why, ok, well, we can start by putting the knife down, ok? What's your name? Ok, well, have you ever considered GOING FOR A [I]WALK???[/i] I don't know, it's jsutthat they never helped much.... have you ever heard of anyhting like that, Delian? Apparently a few friends of mine got that treatment as well, i was wondering if anyone knew anything...[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]It says down the bottom of that box that Desbreko posted that post at 09:02 pm, but I think that clock thing is one hour fast, so he must ahve posted it when it was eight here, the clock says now it's 10:01pm, I just loaded the page, the computer clock says it's really 21:12, and my watch says it's ten past nine. Just to add to that, the power at our house just blinked (thirty second blackout) and the microwave clock in the kitchen is blinking the time as 88:88, but the radio in the kitchen is blinking that it's really 12:00 pm. The clock on our car dash runs off the power of the engine, so it goes as far as the car is going. Which means that according to it, it's actually 06:37 in the morning. And to add to that, now that i have finished typing and have not reloaded the page, it still says it's 10:01 but the computer clock says it's 21:17 and my watch says it's nine fifteen. Mum just walked in and told me she had just woken up, what was the time, and I just looked at her and said, "Not at the moment, please mum, I'm really, really confused." And she looked at me like I was covered in treacle and left. I swear that I don't compare my clocks all the time, but this was a unique moment where the clocks were all different, like the planet allignment, and I thought I should share it with everybody. And now I have no idea what I was [i]actually[/i] going to say.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: Dear god, cloricus. [i]Alastuin gets up and brushes off the sawdust that she was resting on the night before, because of course it is te following day, and the sun is cycling around the sky in big lazy circles because that is what it does best. They are in a barn, and she is in the loft of the barn, used for storing haybales and copies of the Time magazine that are yet to be published, and, indeed, written. Alastuin wonders if this is heaven, but then when she realises that she will have to jump down from the twenty metre high loft that it really is a very **** place, and if this was heaven, she wanted no part of it. She jumps off the loft and turns gracefully in the air, preparing herself for the landing. It is interrupted by a cow, in fact several stuffed cows, lying in a huge heap on the floor of the barn. Alastuin breathes a sigh of relief and picks up one of the toy cows, wondering why she didn't see them when she was looking down. Wondering where the others are, she looks around the barn and hears shuffling sounds coming from the loft above. They must be up there. Dammit. But luckily there is a tractor in the barn, and even though it has no use to her now, other than the use that she could drive it through the wall under the loft and it would come to her, it was a good omen all the same. With the tractor in mind, Alastuin joined up the soft, fluffy cows by the arms because they all had little patches of velcro on their hands, making of long line of cows holding hands and then attached a real cow to the end of it, that was the hard part - finding a real cow that had velcro on it's feet. But she found one, and using it as a weight, she threw the cow up onto the loft where it landed on it's side and fell straight through the floor and back down to the ground. But the chain of cows was nto long enough, and Alastuin was pulled into the air and up into the loft by the weight of the cow on the other end of the chain. Once she was safely back in the loft, she found the others lying on haybales on the other side fo the loft. Alastuin went to wake them up.[/i] Alastuin: Where are we? Rogan: What? Huh.... we're in a barn. Hang on, why are we in a barn? Where's my tavern? Zaltazar: Was that a cow I just saw land up here and go through the floor? And what was it that ti had joined to it's feet? Alastuin: I see you were awake then. Zaltazar: yes, I saw you wake up. Alastuin: Well then why didn't you signal you were up here? I was looking for you. Zaltazar: Oh, were you? I didn't realise. Rogan: Anyway, back to the missing tavern. Enron: Actually, I would rather like to know what the hell we are doing. Zaltazar: I know what I'm doing...... [/color][/font]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Sick of the city, Alastuin drove the old taxi out of the industrial estate and into the surrounding forest. Upon pulling into a thicket of trees and killing the engine, realised a while later that that was exactly what she had done - killed it. Abandoning the dead car she slamed the door shut in anger and swore. Five metres later Alastuin ditched the high heels, the sharp heel sank into the soft soil with every step. The road she was on was not used much, but if she walked up it a few k's there probably would be more activity. Walking back to the taxi, she cleaned it out, aquiring seventy dollars, her coat, some unmarked pills, four squares of turkish delight cadbury chocolate, a nasty loking tactical knife, and then her shoes, where she left them. Filling her handbag with these possesions and carrying her shoes, she began to walk up the road. [/color][/font][/i]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: Ooops.... sorry, all the other rpg's I'm in I am called alastuin, sometimes I get mixed up. I'll remember from now on.... [/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]When I said "If I could not be with him anymore, I would kill myself" it seemed to spark a few comments from various people I am close with, but I was saddened when I realised that nobody knew what I was talking about. There were a few comments about not being able to face the world without your partner, etc, and that is NOT what I was talking about. I believe in the afterlife. I don't know what afterlife, exactly, but I know that there is something else after death here. (This links with my agnostic belief system of spirit etc if anyone knows what I am on about.) But the reason I would kill myself is because I want to be with Harlequin forever - not just for the rest of my life. I feel like my whole life has been woven in such a way that we have been led to eachother, I know we did not meet out of luck, coincidence, etc. I know we were (gag) destined to be with eachother. So it would be stupid not to follow him into the afterlife, especially if I wouldn't enjoy my life very mcuh wihtout him. And I am sure he feels the same way. It's not that we can't stand to be apart, well, it is... it's not that we can't [i]live[/i] without eachother, we can.... we are strong enough, I think, to survive after one of us had died, but we wouldn't enjoy it very much. In fact I am pretty sure we would hate it, and it really upsets me to see him upset... there is nothing else that depresses me more, so if Harlequin decided to end his life after mine had, I would support that. There isn't anyone else, though, there couldn't be. I don't know why I know, I just do. There isn't. There is nothing wrong with the proposition of suicide after your partners death, if your belief structure supports it, and it is an act of love. A good friend of mine once told me that everything significant you do is either an act of love or fear, and although I am not certain of it, it certainly applies to this. If I were to kill myself after his death, it would not be because I did not want to live anymore for the sake of life itself, it would be because I love him more that I could ever describe or even comprehend and I would want to stay with him. As we often used to say to eachother, see you in hell, my love.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Wow, it's two thirty five pm here in Queensland... and I just watched this post appear. Interesting. I usually read if I'm up, or clean my room (the only time I ever do it is between one and four in the morning) or write. I write all the time, anyway. I went to bed at one in the morning last night, but I was on the phone. I do that alot, and if I'm not on the phone I'm on the net, but we have a quota now. So I usually just read, write or bash my head against the eastern wall of our house in time with me playing "the yellow rose of texas" on my accordion. Oh, didn't I mention that one....?[/font][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B]Some animals are like that, but then again humans are animals. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=darkgreen][font=gothic]That is why I was comparing humans to animals, not, say, hats. I will bring this subject back to the topic. War is stupid, did the anzacs know that? It that what that last andzac guy was thinking on his death bed? Or was he one of those types of soldiers that like war... because there are people out there who do. Why? I think that the anzacs were probably fighting that war because they thought it was the right thing to do. And was it? I march in the Anzac day parade every year, and every year some old guy comes up to me and rambles on about the "anzac spirit" while I smile and nod down at him. I never have known what the "anzac spririt" was, exactly. Perhaps that is what it is, the feeling of having done something right, or having made a difference. I won't know, however, for probably twenty or so years.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]What the hell does KISS have to do with ANYTHING?!?! Least of all the Anzac legend. It all comes back down to Harlequin's previous point - war is stupid. It is the mark of a severly unintelligent species. Other animals do not attack eachother en mass for land and status, or because one of their own was killed by the "unfriendly forces." (well, that sums up the cadet wing in a few words!) Humanity is not particularly smart. This is why we have problems in the world today such as war, and hunger, and aids, and crime, and poverty and divisions of wealth, race, sex and belief. [/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Well, I am fifteen years old and nine months ago I did not believe in love. I honestly was entirely convinces that is was a load of bullsh*t and everyone was severely illutioned. Then I fell in love. Well, some one I was amazed by fell in love with me, and somehow we broke through eachothers barriers and he told me he was in love with me, and I said, "My god, I am feeling something for you too.... but I don't know if it's love or not because I don't believe in that..." And I think that he never did either, and then I started going out with him and it's nearly been a year now... I know this will get a few comments, but I KNOW that I cannot live without him, I KNOW IT. If he could not be with me any more, I would kill myself. He tells me it't the same with him. Romeo and Juliet all over again. But we aren't that stupid... I am completely convinced that I will live in his arms and die in his arms, and yes, I know that a minute ago I was also completely convinced that love doesnt exist but I believe anything is possible... perhaps this isn't love. But whatever it is, words cannot describe. He is the most incredibly beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life, I am so facinated and amazed by him that even though I see him all the time his face and mannerisms and speech still take my breath away. And ask anyone who knows me - I am NOT the kind of person who is easily swept off my feet. In fact, I am probably the person least likely to act like this out of anyone. Anna, you sound like me this time last year. Hell, WristCutter, you [i]definately[/i] sound like me this time last year. But there it is, and I agree with you Piromunkie, the term is not to be used lightly. It is most probably one of the rarest things in history, increasingly so since society is becoming more relationship based - and according to some study done in England last week 85.74% of relationships these days are based on nothing more than outer features. That's really shocking. I fell in love with my boyfriend's mind, and his way of thinking before I even noticed that he was painfully good looking and incredibly sexy. And the best part is he doesn't think I'm half bad either.....[/color][/font]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Alastuin: Well, how are we going to get out of here, exactly? Enron: Easy, we pay. Alastuin: Pay what? And with what? And... what? Enron: I figured it out last night, we simply pick everyone's pockets and pay our way out of here. Zaltazar: That won't work, you know. Enron: It will if we pay him under the table... Alastuin: Um, why? Enron: I don't know, it just does. Paying him outright might not seem as effective as paying him in secret. Then he REALLY feels he's getting something out of it. And it makes him feel that he'll get away with it... Rogan: Which he won't, because as soon as he undoes the sheild thing we are going to kidnapp him and hijack the tavern. Alastuin: That makes so much sense. [/color][/font][/I]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][I]The pair continue through the wrecked village, before suddenly coming across a vast crater in the ground, measuring some thirty metres in radius. The depression is filled with the remains of some sort of artificially built fire, and the perimeter is marked out by stakes, many hoding the heads of infants. Evelyn frowns, deep in thought.[/i] Davien: Hmmm, I wonder what this could mean? Evelyn: A town dabbling in the - what looks to be - occult, and now there is no one here.... I wonder what happened? Davien: Well, why don't we ask some of the locals? Evelyn: What? Davien: Look. [i]He points into the east, a band of undead villagers stumbling over the horizon and making their way towards the pair, with obvious intent.[/i] Evelyn: Will it ever end... Davien: Don't tell me you are not enjoying this? Evelyn: Well, I'll give you that.[/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][I]Alastuin awakes to find the sunlight streaming in though her open window, accented by a stream of cherryblossom petals pushed by the warm breeze. Any other person would find it beautiful, but it was far to bright for her. She stood, dressed herself and stretched before walking outside to admire the oriental style gardens and meditate quietly. Walking over a bridge gracing a small stream bubbling with feng shui, Alastuin found a small tea room. Walking inside and sliding the door shut behind her, she took the staff off her back and began to patterndance with it, as practice. [/i][/font][/color]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][I]By this time the youths in tha back of the taxi was too scared to move, too scared to stay. One managed to mutter "where are you taking us?" But Alastuin never answered. On and on she drived until the city broke into industrial estates. Reaching an appearingly abandoned wearhouse, she pulled into the driveway and puched an eighteen digit code into the hightech keypad concealed by a shrub at teh entrance of the garage door. The door swung open without a sound as they drove in, dim light illuminating a vast empty space lined twenty or so metres up with steel bars, criscrossing the void. From these bars extended chains burdedned with hooks, many of which carrying the bodies of rotting corpses. Thousands of dead bodies in various states of decay, hanging motionless in the air. Alastuin turned to her captors, smiling. "Get out." She whispered, her voice as etherial and sinister as her smile. Shaking, the boys clambered out of the taxi, staring transfixed at the corpses and getting ready to beg. But the opportunity never came, Alastuin merely backed out of the door and they lost sight of her as it swung silently shut behind her, leaving no way of escape but through her return.[/i][/font][/color]