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emily swashbuckle Captain
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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 12:18 pm
angryfisheatenbycat A song?! Wow... xd *laughs* Bad black screen! Go back to your kennel! D:< It folds up and runs off whimpering like a dog.
(They moved the ******** quote button and I can never ******** find it ********. xxx:!)
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 1:01 pm
The Satah angryfisheatenbycat A song?! Wow... xd *laughs* Bad black screen! Go back to your kennel! D:< It folds up and runs off whimpering like a dog.
(They moved the ******** quote button and I can never ******** find it ********. xxx:!)Yeah, I dunno why they did that... I don't mind it though. That's just something to get used to, rather than the rest of it... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 2:45 pm
It might be one of those egg timer things that everyone has but no one uses.
(*has one beside him on the desk. xd *)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:58 am
My Grandfather's Clock
My Grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day he was born,
It was always his treasure and pride,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours he spent as a boy.
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know,
And it shared both his sorrow and joy.
And it struck twenty-four when he entered the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,
It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
My Grandfather said that of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found.
It wasted no time and it had one desire,
At the end of the week to be wound.
And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face,
And it's hands never hung by it's side,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Now it rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb.
We knew that his spirit was pluming in flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick,
It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock,
And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.
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My dad used to sing the first and second paragraphs to me X3
=D He'd also sing "You are my sunshine" and some song in Japanese that I can't remember the words to.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 3:07 pm
Aww. What a nifty little rhyme. X]
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:25 pm
I wish I remembered exactly how it went though. gonk
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:53 am
The Warehouse Beyond the Purple Door belonged to the Zerg now.
The floor was mostly covered by the violet, goopy Creep that the Zerg relied on for ressource distribution and to keep their structures and troops alive.
Most of the crates had been broken open and their contents absorbed by the Creep. Drones still prowled the wreckage of some crates, pulling out anything usable and carrying it back to the towering Hive that had grow in the middle of the Warehouse.
Larvae and Zerg eggs in various stages of growth were strewn around the Hive, the eggs pulsating slightly. Overlords soared overhead, expanding the mental control of the Hive which was an extension of the Overmind. Scourges, Mutalisks, Guardians and Devourers flew escort for the flying brainbeasts that were the Overlords. A single Queen perched on the Greater Spire that housed more flying Zerg.
On the ground, Creep, Sunken and Spore colonies ensured proper distribution and upkeep of the Creep. Unseen, Lurkers were buried near each one for defence. Zerglings ran frantically around, searching for anything of interest. Slightly more lethargically, Hydralisks slithered between the Zerg edifices and the remaining crates, also searching. Only a few Ultralisks had been created, the powerful beasts stood guard near the Hive itself, clicking their kaiser blades pensively. At the foot of the Hive a Defiler was curled asleep, one eye open and searching.
The Zerg were obviously waiting, but for what?
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:18 am
Telor sat on the outside of the Warehouse, with his back to the door. The back of his head rested against the purple wood, his eyes closed. He could feel the powerful psychic emanations of the Hive, and he knew that it was no ordinary one.
Only a few exceptional Hives became Cerebrates.
And he knew that a Cerebrate would be much harder to destroy.
Telor exhaled heavily and opened his eyes. He rose slowly to his feet and strapped the Helix Blade that had been given to him by SKK to his back and revved the Eviscerator that the Commissar had given him before her bizarre gender change.
He gripped it until his right hand's knuckles were white and gripped the doorknob with his left.
He took another deep breath and opened it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:07 pm
Deep within the warehouse, a second creature that did not belong to the hive lurked. Not having any form as such, it had no esscence to detected, and therefore had remained so.
It had taken up residence in the farthest corner of the warehouse, high up in the top-most crate that touched the cieling. This was the last remaining stack of crates that had been left completely unaltered. Well, with the exception of the topmost crate of course. This had been empty other than an abandoned doll when the creature had found it, but now it contained an assortment of shredded soft material, arranged in a sort of nest.
The doll was an old victorian porcelain one, with dark auburn hair and bright turquoise eyes, stark against pale skin with the mildest of blushes gracing her cheeks. Her lashes were long and thick, and real, as was her hair. Someone had put a lot of love into making this doll, and someone, or perhaps someones, had obviously put a great deal of love in caring for her. She wore the tell-tale scuffs of the play of a careful and loving child, who had only learnt that sitting her indigo skirts too close to a spitting fire would burn a small hole in them, that perhaps giving her some cake to eat wasn't the best of ideas, and that little puppys don't understand the difference between a treasured doll and a play-thing, by experience.
So her full length skirt had a tiny hole burnt near the bottom on the left hand side, her petticoats and blouse had seen whiter days, she had lost her matching indigo ribbon for her hair, and she bore a couple of teeth marks and patches of dried dog saliva, but she was still beautiful. Her tiny corset was covered in the most delicate gold embroidery, with matching patterns around the hem of her skirt, and little details on the cuffs and back of her jacket.
The creature could not speak. It had no need to, as it was a solitary being, abandoned at least in heart and in spirit even before birth. But it understood that other creatures would associate sounds with certain things, and decided that this doll was important enough to have a sound of it's own. It called her, "Ebi," and treasured her dearly, even shifting form occaisionally to mimic her features.
The creature was doing just this, when it's concentration was broken and it slipped instinctively back into it's "nothing" form, as it heard a sound that had not been heard in that place for a while. A click, followed by a mild grating sound... pausing for a second to place the memory, it realised this meant that something or someone that was not like it had left or entered the room. Being incredibly curious by nature, it filtered out of it's hiding place, and went to investigate.
((OOC: Whoo! Finally I get to use my character I created an eon ago, but never got to properly play out! And could you tell me what on earth all these creatures are? XD))
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:10 pm
angryfisheatenbycat ((OOC: Whoo! Finally I get to use my character I created an eon ago, but never got to properly play out! And could you tell me what on earth all these creatures are? XD)) (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zerg#Ground This should help.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 12:52 pm
Drachyench_The_Eternal angryfisheatenbycat ((OOC: Whoo! Finally I get to use my character I created an eon ago, but never got to properly play out! And could you tell me what on earth all these creatures are? XD)) (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zerg#Ground This should help.)) ((That article isn't very good, I find that Battle.net gives a more complete look at the Zerg.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:16 pm
Homigawd. StarCraft. My sister had that game. I used to play it all the time. Now I can't play it at all. That game is fun.
cry
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 8:08 pm
Protoss probies kick a**
*runs rampant on OD's account*
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 9:44 pm
Telor opened the door slowly, his eviscerator silent, and strained his ear for any noise.
All he heard was the wet organic sound of a Zerg colony, that and a faint echo of a Scourge's cry from the far end of the Warehouse.
He then strained his mind, and he heard much more.
This Hive had become dangerously powerful, it's psionic energy was remarkable. Only Telor's own use of psionics had allowed him to escape detection thus far.
He also felt a non-Zerg mind in one of the few intact crate stacks, but dismissed this entity for the time being.
He took his first step, his booted foot squishing slightly into the Creep, which actually provided good traction despite it's slippery appearence. His other foot followed and the door closed with a slight click.
It was dark in the Warehouse, as many of the overhead lights had been extinguished, and Telor had to adjust his eyes' composition slightly to be able to see effectively.
There were two Sunken Colonies placed strategically near the door, he would have to pass between them if he was to assault the Hive.
He pushed his Romani glasses up with his left middle finger out of habit and sighed as he hefted his eviscerator.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:38 pm
Telor took his second step into the infested Warehouse, his booted heel again squishing into the Creep. He stopped short as he heard a scraping sound.
He ducked in time to avoid the sweeping clawed forearm of a Zergling that had just unburrowed in front of him and straightened again, eviscerator roaring, and bissected the creature in a mist of blood.
He slid to the left, boots skidding in the Creep, in order to escape two more Zerglings that had been burrowed near the first, and ran back toward them with his chainsword again roaring. His right foot planted on the wall and he catapulted himself toward the creatures, impaling one with the eviscerator and crushing the other's exoskeleton with a booted foot.
He stood panting, his enforced purple PVC breastplate and boots now splattered in blood, and revved the chainsword once more.
He crouched and sprinted toward the two Sunken Colonies.
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