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Report | 10/02/2007 11:48 pm

buhbyeguys

I love your avatar!!!!! Can you make paper bag face with the brown paper you get from towns?

Report | 10/02/2007 9:01 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

I 'm close to done! wheee!

Report | 10/01/2007 8:51 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

Bring me some minitacos when you come back! User Image

Report | 09/30/2007 8:46 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

Yesiree!!

You win a trip to... MINITACOLAND! User Image

Report | 09/30/2007 3:38 pm

Kolona Mitsuki

^.^ Your very welcome.

Report | 09/30/2007 11:45 am

Kolona Mitsuki

Hey, just visiting. Awesome avie you have there!

Report | 09/30/2007 12:20 am

Enlightened Phoenix

Well... let's see if you're right...

As if perfectly timed, the van hit a big bump, and the wind chimes started to hit each other. One fell, and sliced through the TV, emitting a shower of hot sparks rain down across the van, and immediately, it shut off. Wait a second...wind chimes don’t slice TV’s...

I felt able enough to crawl, and I hobbled across to the TV, feeling what cut through the TV with such force. I felt around the top, blind, and...

“Ouch!” I whispered, surprised.

What the hell was that? I focused closer, eyes more adjusted to the darkness... and saw my reflection...

On a twelve inch butcher’s knife.

The ceiling was covered with long, sharp knives, dangling over me.

My luck had finally run out on me. If the van hit any more bumps, undoubtedly some would fall. Problem... It was pitch black. I was a sitting duck for a knife in my head. More problems... my hands were bound behind my back and my legs were tied together, creating a tiresome deadweight to make sure that it wasn’t stabbed.

The van hit a ditch, and lurched down and up.

Report | 09/29/2007 6:14 pm

I_am_hated_by_all

*pokes her*

Report | 09/27/2007 6:46 am

Majin Crystalia

Hey what's going on? We should hang out in towns sometime! Sucks that we can't upload music to our houses. D= BTW You like alot of music I do it's badass.

Report | 09/26/2007 4:12 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

So now you have a reason to run up to someone and say "Praise Me!" User Image

Any guess as to what the windchimes are?

Hint: they' re not minitacos. User Image

Report | 09/26/2007 4:11 pm

I_am_hated_by_all

yes I can *pins her down* HA! told you!

Report | 09/25/2007 12:47 am

I_am_hated_by_all

sure *pokes*

Report | 09/24/2007 9:44 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

BTW, i nominated you ruler of comments...

If people start bowing and worshipping you, that's why... User Image

Report | 09/24/2007 9:03 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

Ready? Alrighty!

I awoke.

Pinned down to some hard surface, I tried to make a clear profile of my surroundings. Suddenly, the place jumped up, as if the back of a car. Or big black van. They had taken me hostage, and apparently escaped the cops. Some more bumps. Then, I heard a strange noise... it sounded like wind chimes, lots of them, dangling from the ceiling of the van. Something told me that it wasn’t wind chimes...

A flash of something bright blinded my eyes, piercing the darkness like a knife through butter.

An old TV sputtered a static signal at me, turned on by undoubtedly the driver. Then it focused on a channel, showing an anchorman announcing the news.

“Thank you, Suzanne. Now, we take a look at a building crisis today down in Kansas, where a local bank turned into a devastating graveyard of men. We are told that an armed bank robbery turned wrong when fellow Kansas police negotiator, John Argent was viciously shot through the head at point blank range. Later, SWAT infiltrated the bank, only to find an ambush, killing a total of 14 SWAT, and 10 suspects. After a horrific shootout, the entire place, and roughly 200 feet around the site exploded in a huge flame. No one survived the terrible explosion. We have some live footage of the terrible tragedy, but I must warn you, if you or your children are sensitive to graphic images, and wish to not view this segment, please tune to channel 14 for more evening news. Here’s Bill, live at the scene... Bill?”

The camera turned to a man sitting down in a helicopter.

“Thank you Bill, for what has been an extremely tragic day today, I am still in shock of what happened today--”

The camera panned across a barren landscape of rubble, cars, and men ripped apart. They zoomed in, and I looked on, disgusted. Chief Williams didn’t look so impressive with his head missing. I was about ready to be sick.

Then they showed the footage. John’s head being shot, SWAT’s attack, and then an explosion. Much like...

“Oh God...”

This masked radical was the man who bombed the gas station.

Report | 09/24/2007 8:39 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

Hello!

Merci bien! I'm nearly complete! You'll love the next segment!

Report | 09/24/2007 7:03 pm

M o r b i d K i o

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Report | 09/24/2007 7:02 pm

M o r b i d K i o

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Report | 09/24/2007 3:29 pm

lexxpac2006

Hey ^__^

I been good. Sorry, haven't been around for a while.

How are you?

I'm sorry that I missed that vote User Image

Actually go on this 3d chat called imvu.com. It pretty cool but awesome. lol

If you know that website and an account add me ^__^

go here to check it out:

http://imvu.com/catalog/web_invitation.php?userId=17370108&from=power-email

You don't have to ^__^

Report | 09/23/2007 8:14 pm

Enlightened Phoenix

Yeah... hey, i finished my homework and a cool flashback scene... here it is!











“No answer? What the hell does the police academy teach you nowadays?” 







“Arresting or killing people like you.” I said flatly. 







“Ah, as they’ve always have. They really should step up their teachings.”







“Yeah, I know, what jerks.” I said, daring a sarcastic tone. He chuckled, advancing towards me, pistol in hand.







“They teach you that you can’t trust anyone, then they suit you up with a partner to work with... foolish, isn’t it? How they are so blind as to know whoever is a policeman is a good man? A man to trust? A man to follow example? Who knows that man’s background?” his voice grew gradually, anger in every tone and stride toward me. I didn’t like how this was going...“The Chief? Oh, no, he is blind too. Blind by what someone’s outside intentions and actions tell him. But on the inside, the lust for death boils. The lust for power, greed, revenge boils, boils and boils, until its container cannot suit it anymore, and then it spills over...burning and boiling anything it touches, until there is nothing left to burn!” He was a foot away from my face. “So here, I bid thee farewell, Marc.”







My head seared in sudden pain, as if the back of a solid metal pole had come crashing down upon me at full speed. Everything went dark quickly. How someone got behind me so fast, unnoticed, I’ll never know. 







Well, I shouldn’t be surprised...he did win 1st place in Track and Field. 







I blacked out.







“C’mon, man! Wake up! We got a call in for an armed robbery! Get up!” 







“I’m up! What is it?”







“Armed robbery. Twenty miles northward on County Highway 413. Get the car started! I’ll call for backup. Drive!”







“John, seriously, that’s in another county! Let them handle it!”







“There’s no one on duty! Turn right here.”







“Still, wake their a** up, and negotiate them to be back on duty! That is your job, right?”







“True, but today, I felt like actually saving civilians from being murdered. How about you?”







“Sure. I’m getting paid for this, right?”







“Yeah. Whoa! Slow down! Were breaking 100!”







“You wanted to get there early. Plus, who’s going to pull us over? Ourselves?”







“Marc, I swear, if I die, it’s your fault.”







“Thank you, that means a lot to me.”







Twenty minutes of silence in the squad car. How the hell did I wake up in a squad car? And with John still alive? 







“Whoa, wait... Right there! Turn.”







“I see it... Looks like two entrances... John, you’re demoted to checking the back.”







“Why?”







“Because you ruined my nap. Park here.” 







“Ready?”







“Go.”







“DROP YOUR WEAPONS! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! SLOWLY WALK FORWARD WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”







I got out of the squad car. I was experiencing some serious déjà vu. Apparently, I’m a third person in my own dream. Wicked...







They weren’t coming out... they started shooting. 







“Marc, down! What are we gonna do?”







“I don’t know, John, but we’d better--“







“--take the back.” I said. In my own dream... to myself. I need a psychologist.







“--take the back.” 







“Sure, dude. Let’s go.”







We ran across the back, and burst through the door. 







“POLICE!” 







I ran ahead of myself and John to see what was going on when I came in. 







“POLICE!”







“John, take right.”







“Yes, sir.”







My dream self turned left, and fired, killing two. 







John turned right, and shot, but missed the three people. One guy popped up behind a register, and fired at the third person’s leg. Mr. Gray’s leg. He screamed in agony and fell behind view. 







A moment passed.







A kid wearing dark clothes popped up and started shooting the man who fired behind the register. John turned and shot him straight on in the head. Blood sprayed over the counter. 







“No!” I shouted. 







Mr. Gray screamed, and limped

Report | 09/23/2007 7:51 pm

Zen 90

ur welcome

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