The depths of depravity of the internet continue to astound me. My warlocks name is Rùne.
/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: The thing I like least about PvP is that, when you raid the other factions towns, you can't murder their children.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: killing npc kids, why would you wanna do that?
/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: Because being evil is fun. And it would make pillaging and plundering enemy towns a lot more fulfilling.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: not raping their women ranks below murdering their kids?
/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: I would take what I can get. 'Sides, as a Female Undead, I'm ill-equipped to do any raping.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: strap on
[Zali] whispers you: You're disgusting.
/4 [Private] [Rùne]: Kall I have problems.
/4 [Private] [Kall]: I know
What? I never said I didn't contribute to it.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Monster
The place. The man. One face, two face. He, an ordinary man like most ordinary people. He had his life, his home. The place he lived, the things he did. Everyone. His trials, his troubles, his lies, his truths, his secrets, his strengths.
The place behind the willow tree, where he felt he was secure. And in it’s base, the tiny prison he escaped should the need come. That prison, of earthen bars and dreams that sleep, in it, he found peace. Unhealthy maybe, that darkness, but the prison was his escape. A prison for the outside world. For in the man, lurked a beast. A monster that threatened his mind, his heart, his law, his chaos. No one knew this monster, not a soul save he. He feared it, he feared what it made him feel, he feared that absence, that lack of light.
Time after time, when the shadows sulked and the madness crept in, he escaped to his prison and the monster arrived. There he would escape and no harm came to the world. But in his mind, that damaged mind, he knew no one would be hurt. That prison was his sanctuary, it protected him. It protected him.
Strange years when the wind did blow, and the howl of the monster came, but to the man's surprise, beneath the willow tree, his prison was no longer there. Broken, shattered and tossed to the wind, by chance or by design Fate had spoken. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t plan for this. Without his prison, there was no place for the monster to go, no escape to seek, no dreams to dream. His eyes, they opened and they saw too much. They saw what he did not want them to see. So from under the willow tree he ran.
He ran, but he did not know what he would do. He did not know where he would go.
The only thing he knew was that he did not know.
The place behind the willow tree, where he felt he was secure. And in it’s base, the tiny prison he escaped should the need come. That prison, of earthen bars and dreams that sleep, in it, he found peace. Unhealthy maybe, that darkness, but the prison was his escape. A prison for the outside world. For in the man, lurked a beast. A monster that threatened his mind, his heart, his law, his chaos. No one knew this monster, not a soul save he. He feared it, he feared what it made him feel, he feared that absence, that lack of light.
Time after time, when the shadows sulked and the madness crept in, he escaped to his prison and the monster arrived. There he would escape and no harm came to the world. But in his mind, that damaged mind, he knew no one would be hurt. That prison was his sanctuary, it protected him. It protected him.
Strange years when the wind did blow, and the howl of the monster came, but to the man's surprise, beneath the willow tree, his prison was no longer there. Broken, shattered and tossed to the wind, by chance or by design Fate had spoken. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t plan for this. Without his prison, there was no place for the monster to go, no escape to seek, no dreams to dream. His eyes, they opened and they saw too much. They saw what he did not want them to see. So from under the willow tree he ran.
He ran, but he did not know what he would do. He did not know where he would go.
The only thing he knew was that he did not know.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A quote
"Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past.
Wisdom is knowing you will be an idiot in the future.
And common sense is knowing you should try not to be an idiot NOW."
-Jeph, QC
Wisdom is knowing you will be an idiot in the future.
And common sense is knowing you should try not to be an idiot NOW."
-Jeph, QC
Monday, March 2, 2009
Why I Am Alive - To Inspire
(actual conversation - skelly was my wow name)
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: i have a class in 30 mins but i dont think im going
Infected says: y
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: lazy
Infected says: thats the spirit
Infected says: school is for fools!
Infected says: lookit skelly! he does nothing but sit on his ass all day!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: :(
Infected says: wishing he had a life or skills with which to live life!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: your words ring true, brother
Infected says: oui.
Infected says: now go to class dammit
Infected says: whilest I watch boobie anime and wish I had a job to go to.
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: .......... wagh, fine.
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: i have a class in 30 mins but i dont think im going
Infected says: y
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: lazy
Infected says: thats the spirit
Infected says: school is for fools!
Infected says: lookit skelly! he does nothing but sit on his ass all day!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: :(
Infected says: wishing he had a life or skills with which to live life!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: your words ring true, brother
Infected says: oui.
Infected says: now go to class dammit
Infected says: whilest I watch boobie anime and wish I had a job to go to.
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: .......... wagh, fine.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Western two of red raven blat
I crave cookies!!! Whereupon I wandered east and found the wiry stamps of platypus-owlbear butt. Why? Three butts by division equals math is stupid. Cactus.
Mmmmmm lead cyanide tastes like sweet candy. Ghosts? Here? In my closet. Good conversation they make, cept the nazi who insists on shooting things and the Italian who wont shut up about his damn bistro. The wolf spider under the dresser bit them both and gossip rumor mongering war happy fun time was no more twelve random notes of that song on the super hyped up guitar piano thing youtube.
Wot? Main screen turn on. We has signal. How are you gentlemen. All your Tom Cruise logic are belong to us. Druidic farts smell like wet catatonic kitty cookies. Mmm... cookies.
I just want to sleep :( why is that so much to ask
Mmmmmm lead cyanide tastes like sweet candy. Ghosts? Here? In my closet. Good conversation they make, cept the nazi who insists on shooting things and the Italian who wont shut up about his damn bistro. The wolf spider under the dresser bit them both and gossip rumor mongering war happy fun time was no more twelve random notes of that song on the super hyped up guitar piano thing youtube.
Wot? Main screen turn on. We has signal. How are you gentlemen. All your Tom Cruise logic are belong to us. Druidic farts smell like wet catatonic kitty cookies. Mmm... cookies.
I just want to sleep :( why is that so much to ask
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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)
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)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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!
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!
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