Where I'd Rather Be

On the ground I lay, motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Dead I fall asleep, was this all a dream?
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die; I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
As I lay dying

On the ground I lay, losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much or just not enough?
Let me wake up, I want out of this nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will not die... When you're beside me

The deep cut ran from her collarbone to her stomach, a deep rend that severed every layer of her skin. Hot blood was pouring from the wound, soaking the inside of her chestplate and becoming cold almost instantly. The edge of darkness was clouding her vision, those icy fingers that threatened to engulf her for eternity. She could feel Kacus stirring inside her heart, teething at the edges of her sanity and yearning for the freedom that would come when the cage of her soul broke completely. Her life had begun in a struggle and carried her to this place today, that bloody plain they called Baeil Garr...

But as she lay dying, Ruun could feel Alystares arms wrapped around her, the heat of his breath and the pain in his tears as they trickled down her cheeks. From the fading sight at the corner of her eye, she saw Decimus had stayed his blade and was watching, obvious pain crossing his face as he struggled with decision to move or not. She managed a smile. She knew what that meant... Her sacrifice had broken the Dragons' control of Alystares heart. She had freed him what could have possibly been the end of that world.

She closed her eyes for the final time. She saw nothing. She felt nothing. But in his arms, there was no place she would rather be.

*-On the 3rd day of Jorya in the year 858 of the Raoleign calendar, Ruun Del'Cyrios gave up her life to break the clutch of Enduryon over Alystare Miskall and prevented what could've been the most cataclysmic event in history. Instead of the destruction of the balance of Mana, Alystare Miskall turned on his corruptors and slew them all, along with the help of the legendary Fate Decimus Sparda and the Ashyrr mystic Iule Nodomno, thus bringing an uneasy peace that lasted for over 400 years-*



(lyrics by Three Days Grace)

Actual Conversations

(Infected is my MSN name)



Micah: DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FEED UNDEAD BABIES HOW MUCH THAT COSTS
Flake: HUMAN CORPSES ARE FREE, JUST GO DIG THEM UP!

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Infected: http://www.whatthehelljustcameoutofmyass.com/
Thom: you think Im dumb
Thom: i aint clickin on that
Infected: do it.

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Infected: I wanted to play an assassin named "BestAssInTown"
Infected: Whoops, forgot the extra "ass" in there.
Thom: they charge for that, ya know

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Lucren: ^_^
Infected: Dont you make those gay AOL faces at me

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Flake: stupid kids
Flake: all children should be shot
Tom: thats a little extreme. Or do u just mean in the arm or leg or somthin?
Flake: anywhere nonvital
Flake: like the head

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Jon-tran says: lets give a weapon limited only by your ingenuity and willpower to the goddamn batman
Infected says: batmans already an adrenaline rush-hemo fist-spec rogue with 375 engineering
Infected says: Let's give him MS while we're at it.
Infected says: ...
Infected says: and elemental mastery
Jon-tran says: and bubble
Infected says: now that's going too far!

When Darkness Turns to Light

When Darkness Turns to Light,
It ends tonight,
Just a little insight won't set things right...
It's too late to fight.

Card's eyes snapped open. Shinje. Trisda. It wasn't going to end like this. This would not end tonight.

Bullet for my Valentine

There goes my valentine again
Soaked in red for what she said
And now she's gone

Oh my god have I done it again
There's a pulse and it's deafening.
I can't help what I hear in my head
It's the switch and I flick (it says)

Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel,
my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see,
my life is burniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

There's a stain on my hand and it's red
Oh my god am I losing it, I can't help what I've done or I said
It's the button I push (and it says)

Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel,
my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see, my life is burning

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take, Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take, Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing


February 14th, a red letter day in history. And I fucking hate it.

Break the chain

“I don’t know who you are or what you did to get yourself into this cage, waiting for death. The fact that you weren’t executed and were, rather, left to suffer from starvation probably means you truly deserved this fate. While wickedness is one thing I cannot stand to see, it takes a backseat to suffering. It’s my belief that those who wrong others should be disposed of, not treated poorly or made to suffer. When they are, those who inflict the suffering are no better than the wrong-doers themselves. My Paladinic oath does not permit this… Evil must be punished. You might, perhaps, run off and begin inflicting your misdeeds somewhere else. But do so with this knowledge: today, you would have died. By your hand or by mine. I set you free, and give you this small amount of coin, with the hope that you will start again. Take this second chance and do something better with your life. You have the knowledge that I am sparing your life; heed this not as some fluke or happenstance. You are being given a second chance. Do not waste it. Should you waste it, know the sin would NOT be on your shoulders, but on mine. Any foul doings you commit stains my soul. Now go.”

Chronicle III Update

Chronicle III - As Humans Do

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Almost done. Also going to throw in some character sketches for the hells of it. I require feedback! Argh! INSPIRATION I DEMAND YOU SHOW YOUR FACE DAMMIT!!!! WHERES MY MUSE?!

*butts face against a wall*