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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 5:11 am
Just as the old man said, I came to the coast of this tundra- stricken plain and saw the island off in the distance. The pendant he gave me began glowing, and so I pulled it from my neck and stared at it.
When the time comes...
The words still echoed through my head. I let the charm drop down, catching it by the chain it hung from, and held it outstretched toward the isle. As I stood there, light burst forth from the crest, and a near transparent bridge formed out of thin air.
was this what he meant? I thought to myself, and proceeded to walk across.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 6:42 pm
As the white-haired girl walked away, the feeling of warmness left her. Her head was heavy and, for the first time, she was tired. She slowly lifted her pale hands to keep her head up, but it was no use. The leg that had been bitten by the zombie was losing its color and grew weak. Having no idea how to stop her bleeding leg or her headache, she stopped walking and sighed.
What is going on? I have never felt so weak before...
The girl held her head in her hands and felt a tear roll down her cheek. Her legs slowly collapsed beneath her and she groaned.
What the hell... This can't happen to me. I'm not even human! ... Am I?
And the bloodstained girl fainted.
{{And my writing is just getting worse and worse}}
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swiggityswootytootyfruity
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:08 pm
Meanwhile...
Haven been stranded on the train area, the Island wasn't too far ahead, Runner had failed to board the chopper, it would seem as if the zombies would have got him had it not been for the layers and layers of legos hanging about, being able to improvise, Runner built a huge ramp that would support his Motorcycle, then he got on the ramp and made a record more awesome then Evel Knievel ever could pull off, and ironically Runner was still living in the process, and thanks to the power of Legos Runner could afford to buy another revolver there when he landed, he pounded into the ground as such velocity that the overseer himself would be impressed, so much so that the most retarded and awkward cross-over would occur here, Death the Kid, his two blonde bimbos, Soul, Maka and the other Narutard...I mean Black Star would be here, Bowser ate Tsubaki.
Black Star: "Wtf! That thing ate my weapon DARN IT!!!"
Soul: "Lets cut Tsubaki out."
Tsubaki: "Not necessary..." *moans from inside*
Bowser: "Fine alright....I pooped her out now will you leave me alone!? I'm not one of those ugly monsters good gosh..."
Maka: "Why are me and Kid here doing nothing in this cross over? O.O"
Kid: "Gah nothing is symmetrical FFFFFFFFUUUUU-"
This weird experience left Runner mentally confused for 300 seconds until Kid calmed down from the lack of symmetry, then those random characters left for Pizza while Runner was left saying, "WTF Is wrong with today!!?"
Zombies began approaching by sea over to the island by using jet skies which were lended to them by James Bond last year.
Zombies: "Braaaaaaiinnnnnnnnssssssssssssss....................!!!"
Runner: "CRAAP!!"
Runner turns around and knocks on Laptop screen.
Runner: "Why did you make my story of post-apocalyptic power crazed governments end with insane zombies!! GAHHH!!!"
The one behind the laptop screen writes his character back in anonymous coded text that comes up like a pop up.
Runner...because I created you, please run now, those zombies seem to be catching up, on the three islands you will find three stones that are the key to keeping the power of the Null at bay..go, and may you find the other two stones on Kaybay Island, and Easter Island which I randomly moved so that it could hold the other stone in one of the mouths...now go!
Runner turns away from the screen and nod as he ran off towards Syn's direction, unaware that he would find Syn somewhere ahead of him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 12:46 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:21 am
(( lol WTF Runner?!? What was that all about?!?))
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:20 pm
(This story was already redicutarded, I just wanted to be mildly serious, while having a lot of random and pointless humor in it.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 4:46 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:00 pm
{{haha You're pretty awesome Runner, really. P: ... when compared to that, i now have no idea of wtf to write}}
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swiggityswootytootyfruity
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 3:30 am
((Oh C'mon! Somebody make a roleplay post before I eat them! :F))
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 4:30 am
((Sorry! sweatdrop ))
I came to the end of the phantom road, on the beach of the island. Another explosion shocked the landscape, surging energy through the trees. I ran toward it's epicenter and stopped at the edge of a massive crater.
"What the...?"
Suddenly, I heard shifting around me. I looked around, chasing the blurred black figure with my eyes. Suddenly, the pendant glowed. I gripped it and it transformed into a sword.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:16 pm
Darkness.
Light.
Darkness again.
The pale girl lay, shivering on the ground. Her body was in turmoil; the demon fighting down his normally submissive and good-hearted twin. Something had awoken in the twin, giving new light and strength. However, it didn't seem to be enough. When the angel rose up for a moment, the demon dragged him back down, proving his strength and power and his good twin's weakness. Again, the angel rose up, taking advantage of the demon's brief pause to laugh at his twin. Only this time, the demon was too slow and his brother, the angel, had escaped his prison.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, the moonlight unexpected as a result of the previous darkness. The white haired girl sat up and looked around, but there was no movement and all was silent. Her headache had passed and her leg seemed to have healed. She stood cautiously, and when she thought she had heard something, she quickly turned around, but nothing was there.
What the hell...
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:39 pm
(I should have stayed. I bet Nathaniel was completely ignored. LOL!)
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 11:23 pm
{{this takes place during Freckles' last post}} Gresley and his twin sister, Leota, stood by the window of their mansion's Music Room, watching the moving lights in the city of Furnace below. Suddenly, a piercing, shrieking noise rang through their heads. Gresley collapsed, his head felt like it was about to explode. He opened his eyes to see his two sisters also on the floor, covering their ears and squeezing their eyes closed, cringing. Then, darkness. Minutes past, the three white-haired siblings couldn't feel anything. Their identical orange eyes searching for something, anything familiar as illuminated symbols floated past. They seemed to be whispering. Darkness again. Then a flash of blinding green light; it seemed to whisper to them. "I have lived through many ages,
Through the eyes of salmon, deer, and wolf.
I have seen the Northmen invading Ireland,
Destroying all in search of gold.
I have seen suffering in the darkness,
Yet I have seen beauty thrive in the most fragile of places.
I have seen the book;
The book that turned darkness into light..." Gresley was the first to regain consciousness. He sneezed. The floor, furniture, and his sisters were covered in a thin layer of dust. A tiny white flower lay in his open hand. He raised his head and stretched his wings. "Urgh...what was that? Northmen? Ireland? What book? What does it--"*gasp* A pair of bright green eyes were staring into Gresley's own. It was his reflection in the mirror he had fallen beside, his eyes had changed color. Gresley checked his still unconscious sisters. Their eyes were now emerald as well. He stood up. A small giggle came from somewhere in the shadows. He turned quickly, but tripped over Leota. Gresley looked up. Nobody was there but him, Leota, and little Lancastria. He closed his eyes. "I'll tell you my name if you open your eyes..."
Gresley opened his eyes. He didn't see anyone, but the voice sounded like a very young girl's with an Irish accent. "Aisling."
{{ ^pronounced like (ash-ling). Who's Nathaniel?}}
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 2:51 am
Runner continued to run forward, his katana sheathed on his back, his revolver in his left hand, and his shotgun in his right, he would shoot at the zombies, but then he'd only attract more, some zombies had already been on this island, as he continued forward he realized that there was a cliff that could make some distance between him and the undead spawn. He had left his motorcycle way behind him, he had no choice but to climb. Runner put his shotgun on safety and then put it in his bag that he had on his back. Runner then began to climb the twelve feet ledge above, as he continued to climb a few feet, he noticed something had gripped his right ankle, he turned around to see a zombie who was try to chow on it, but before the zombie could, Runner landed a revolver round in it's brain, forcing it to release its grip and fall down dead.
"I don't have time to waste...I got to trust the writer of my story to survive this madness..."
Runner climbed up the ledge and continued to dash towards the Volcano ahead, it was at least four miles in distance from him, and he would have to do a lot of climbing to get around, he noticed that some zombies were following him, but he continued to run towards the end of the other side of the cliff ahead, he began to climb down and he was thirty feet above the other side, he began to scale, and carefully lower himself. A zombie fell to it's death when trying to catch him. Runner continued onward, making sure to keep his hands and feet in the rocks around him, he continued downward until he reached the ground, then he continued towards the Volcano which still was about four miles away. Runner without a doubt was tired, but he kept on running until he noticed a Gatoraid machine ahead, to his disapointment it was a mirage and was actually Poweraid, but he drank one nonetheless, and continued onward through the humid Jungle, he noticed that no zombie was following him as he looked back, and things looked safe as he continued forward as well though.
"Like taking a baby from a candy..."
In full honesty Runner ment what he said, despite that it was backwards from the usual term, he once heard a serial killer say it, and ironically that was the first, and only time he ever heard that phrase was when he was visiting people in jail, that serial killer had apparently ate a baby whole and was sentenced to death, but that was five years ago and of no relevance now.
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swiggityswootytootyfruity
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:36 am
{{lameness time!!}}
And the pale girl remained unconscious for what felt like a whole week as she dreamed of her first memories of high school.
So many people. These people are so bossy, what if I don't want to write an essay, I want to read. Can't I just draw or something? Ugh these girls in my class are so annoying. Why do they care so much about being sluts? Holy s**t!!! Someone's looking at me. A guy? ahhh fack fack fack what do I do? ughhh I have a bloody test. ewww But I don't care about why individual molecules become compounds. This is so dumb. You're telling me that you're giving me a test on this? On everything we learned about? Crap. Fack. I can't write two essays about American history in only an hour and a half. THAT GUY IS STILL STARING AT MEEEEEE. I probably look like such a freak. I'm studying 6 subjects at the same time. ughh My glasses are bloody retarded, I look so emo. Black rimmed, such a poser. AND my effing hair is just a mess. ... Oh dear Lord, I'm thinkign about what I look like. FACK. Okay. The Civil War was about slavery. President Johnson was a failure. At STP conditions, 1 mol equals 22.4 liters. NH4 is different than NH3. a^3 - b^3 = (a - b) (a^2 + ab + b^2). To find a limit, graph or solve when y = 0. Hawthorne was the author of The Scarlet Letter. Edgar Allen Poe also wrote really creepy, but amazing, short stories in addition to his collection of poems. You need to use many different perspectives when writing a persuasive essay or article. God is real. OH GOD. Yo estoy loca y muy preocupada. A mi, me molestan las clases. FACK I hate finals.
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