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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:48 am
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief (( What up, shitbirds? )) For the rest of us death will be a relief
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:50 am
((Nothin... just shitin. and postin picks of my GF cause I luf her the mostest.  ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:54 am
(( gawd this Avatar makes me feel like a noob or a troll. OMG UGFH! Can someone PLEASE PLEASE lend me some decent pants, until my main gets unblocked?))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:58 am
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief What'd you do to deserve being blocked? For the rest of us death will be a relief
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 1:59 am
(( I don't know yet. I hope to find out in 13 days... wait in 13 days im gonna be in Austin or Dallas texas for my Aunts Wedding. Fudge.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:06 am
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:06 am
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief In thirteen days I'll be at a hockey game. Woot.
Anyways, bedtime. I gots to work tonight.
Ja ne, Bubbles. For the rest of us death will be a relief
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:07 am
... (( I want some mother ******** pants. gonk ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:08 am
(( Oh and Good night you two. ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 2:54 am
Its been just about 2 days since the spar with Yenek and the metal hasn't come off his body. He's spent his whole time in the lounge hiding in the corner not wanting anyone to see him for the freak he is. He looked at his hands and groaned. He was hungry but in this form it ws like he could eat, and drink nothing. Everytime he attempted to rip off the metal his body it was like water. His fingers would run threw it pulling it off but it would just regroup on itself. He would of suspected to have died of heat by now but surprisingly somehow, he kept moderatly cool.
It was around 3:55 in the morning and He didn't think anyone was around. He got up and walked over to the Bar. He wondered to himself for being covered in metal he felt rather light. As he got to the bar he looked around for something to drink. As he did he opened up a drink and put it to his lips. As the liquid came into his mouth it just fell off the sides. "What the ********> He cried. He wanted out of this 'Silver Surfer' looking costume. He Groaned as he threw the glass at the wall and screamed at the top of his lungs smashing his hands against the Table. He thought he heard a crack. He cursed himself thinking he broke the table. He moved his hands to see the huge crack he must have made on the counter, but when he moved them he saw it didn't even have a scratch.
He shook it off and looked at his hands and roared. "WHY CAN'T I BE NORMAL!" He cried out falling onto the counter with tears coming out his eyes and falling unto his armored face and unto the counter. He attempted to hold himself up with his arms on the counter as he cried but he failed and tripped onto a stool and onto the floor. He punched the floor and cried rather loudly as he was in misery. He was hungry, thirsty, sad, mad, confused, and he felt picked on by life itself.
As he stared at the floor, it showing his reflection he only screamed loudly at himself. He lifted his massive hand and smashed the floor with his fist expecting it to Break the floor. Remarkably it was unscathed. "Ragh!" He screamed punching his image again and again attempting to brake the floor so he no longer had to look at himself but after every punch he only saw metallic face inscathed and unhindered. Heavy tears ran off his face as he smashed the floor once more with his foreamrs and barring his head in between the two crying to himself.
"Why God do you hate me so!?" He whispered. "You took my family. My friends. My LIFE." He exclaimed bawling. "I have no parents! I have No one anywhere for me anymore!" He Got on his knees and roared at the ceiling. "You ******** me up!" He Yelled throwing a liquor bottle he had by him at the dome shaped roof. "You b*****d! Then, as if that wasn't enough for you, YOU... TURN ME... INTO THIS HIDEOUS..."He looked for a word to call himself, "THING!" He Blasted sorrowfully at the ceiling.
He looked at his reflection one last time. "Why... Why am I the most hated of all your children?" He asked weakly as if an infant. With that he closed his eyes and fell unto the puddle of tears on the floor, crying silently to himself, wishing he could drown himself in his tears and just never wake up again. "All I ever wanted was just to be loved by you." Wether he said that toward the one he was yelling at or someone else was uncertain but for the rest of the night he was knocked out cold drowning in his own puddle of tears.
(( Someone reply please.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:20 am
It was nearly an hour later that the poor boy's unconscious form would be found, the length of time measured and deliberate. The sound of echoing footsteps danced through the air as they drew closer to his unconscious form, drops of blood appearing on the ground in a trail that preceded the source. A single step was all that it took to cross the border from past to present, moving from the last second to the current and into full view. From behind a veil provided by his orange shades his gaze was cast down upon the refuse with a look of disdain. A gurgling breath was taken, the air catching in his throat as a cough welled up from within, expelling vital fluids off to one side to clear his airway.
The clang of metal resounded through his frame as his torso realigned itself, the weak flesh within tearing slightly with a wince of pain. The metal spars that connected his upper and lower halves and shielded his spine from damage also gave points to which his flesh could incorrectly heal upon, and this movement was one of many he needed to correct such an error. This one showed promise, perhaps even some technology his Genesis may have missed in all its many years, but that could wait until another day.
With a jerking motion he lowered himself ever so slightly, his leg sliding forward to hook his boot under the kid. For a moment he seemed to steady himself before letting out a groan of effort mixed with agony, but eventually he'd get the boy on his back. With no one watching the small koala by the name of kwalala poked its head out from behind the elderly man, clinging to the back of his trenchcoat, unbeknownst to him. With the same look on his face Tacitus set a single boot on the boy's chest, "A god damned fool, if I ever saw one. You may not be able to hear me, boy, but the drink will kill you one of these days, if your blaspheme doesn't force a higher power's hand first. No matter who you revere as your Lord on High, you must yet learn that everything has a purpose. I've eviscerated homeless children by the will of my Lord, the true neutral sonuvabitch, but I've never acted outside of a purpose in his name. I'll be watching you."
Just as the man had arrived, so too would he leave, in little more than a step between the present and the future. Without noticing it, however, the man seemed to have left something behind, though that which remained had a purpose of its own. The small koala plopped down upon the boy's chest, looking absolutely happy as a clam as it waddled off with a finger in its teeth. Quickly it would return, slipping a note onto the boy just out of sight, before returning to a cute and furry appearance upon his chest. A step backwards would reveal the elderly man, "Silly thing. I need my finger." Hopping up onto Tacitus it would return the finger, albeit with a bit of force from the time lord, before scampering away looking entirely confused. A single step forward and he'd be gone once again, a single drop of blood left by him on the boy's forehead.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:25 am
With a jerk Nafarian awoke. He would have awaken in a deep sweat but his metal prohibited such an action. When he awoke he sat up as a letter fell unto his lap that fell from his chest. He sniffed from a nightmare he suffered and lifted the letter to his face as he sat in his puddle of tears. He rubbed his metallic eyes but it did hardly anything for him but irritate his eyes.
He opened the letter and examined the parchment. He looked to his left, then his right and coughed lightly, nervously. With trembling fingers he lifted the letter to his face and began to read.
The note left behind is written in amazingly clear handwriting with a bit of flowery accent on certain letters (noted by those which are capitalized). It reads as follows:
"I must be brief. tAcitus is watching you. Must not CAuse him angeR. he Is noT AlwayS as he seems. my other Half influEnces him. righteous anger. cLeansing flame. Pain. He has so lIttle love left in hiM."
His eyes widened as he read the letter. His mind racing as his brain began downloading the data before his eyes and emmediatly without the work of Nafarians own want. Only thing he recieved from the letter was the randomly flowered capitalized letters.
IAMCARITASHELPHIM
His brain began breaking down the letters and all that made sense to him was , "I AM CARITAS HELP HIM". He stood up and laid the letter on the counter. "Tacitus." He whispered to himself. He didn't know why he had taken such a sudden interest in this letter but he was only left in the dust. No matter his brain power he could not understand what the letter was about other than he was being watched by a Tacitus. One with love deprived. Pretty blunt as the letter states.
He sighed feeling for this Tacitus but also feared him. As far as he can tell, he's feared by others as well. Then his brain wondered. If his brain hadn't worked on its own he would have probably thrown the letter away, but it seemed that the letter was genuine and important, no matter what he 'wants' to think. Then his brain trailed on to the phrase, "I AM CARITAS HELP HIM".
"...Caritas..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:11 am
(Bubbles did you steal my dancing Vegeta!?)
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:28 am
( I've had that sig in this account for about a year now... so no.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 9:45 am
(lol ok. .I've had mine for almost my entire time on Gaia. .Which is almost two years)
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