The Grave Life
I finished that damn report once and for all!!!! XD No more Vietnam reports in english for me!! However, it makes no sense why we were doing history reports in english.....But oh well. Oh hey, guess what day it is? It's FRIDAY!!! Which means that it's the day I post the first chapter of my new story (which will make no sense to anyone.... ^^' at least not until later on anywho...)!! And it aslo means that it's the day everyone will be posting their chapters as well, and I usually never get that many comments on Fridays either, so I dunno. It'll be up all weekend as well, so to anyone that misses it today, it'll be here all weekend, so check it out when ya got the chance!
Magic
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I've picked up Magic The Gathering, and I'v been into that as of late. And my friend (the one that got me into Magic) bought the Ravnica series (three books in all) and so far I've read the first. I'm not quite finished yet, but I only have about 20-something pages left, so I'll be starting book 2 very soon.... XD Hell, I never knew they wrote Magic books, but I guess I was wrong on that note. ^^' They're good though, and you don't have to be a fan of Magic The Gathering to get addicted to them, but it helps. ^^
Chain Mail
NO CHAIN MAIL!!!! I will tear you limb from bloody limb if I get another one.... *stares you down with blood-thirsty eyes*
Discussions And Whatnot
The first discussion today is from Hoaryu, "Oh, and chain letters = don't SPAM me with them...but still...and your discussion for some reason brings me deja vu." That's why I have the "anti-chain letter" section in my posts now. So far I haven't recieved another chain letter since my new section, and I'm quite happy with those results. It may make me sound like I belong in an asylum, but oh well. Why the deja vu though? This one is from Knight Edge, "Wrestling is not really a sport...it's just as much a sport as it is acting...and we all know actors don't do sports. So go figure that one out." I agree, however it's the closest thing to a sport that I actually like. It's physical enough to be a sport. The next one is from moonshine7, "yes, i actually updated. because i was bored. not because you said something about it today." Right, right. You expect me to believe that? LOL. XP This next and final discussion is from lordsesshomaru, "It isn't a sport unless you mean the Greco-Roman style used in the Olympics. ^^;" Yeah, I know. I cleared that up in response to Edge's comment. However I'd like to see some old-style beatdowns from Greco-Roman times! XD
Your Questions
Today's first question is from Edge, "why do you want a theme song for your story?" No idea. I guess I was just bored.... I don't think I'll actually use one anyway. I think the only reason I asked that question is because I couldn't think of another one anyway... ^^'
Grave's Random Question -O- The Day
Grave's Answer To Yesterday's Question:
1. Got any ideas for a theme song for my story? (I know you have no idea what it's about yet, but you'll think of something I'm sure ^^) Not really... And I don't think I'll use one anyway, so oh well.
There will only be one Random Question from now on unless otherwise specified.
1. How did you like my new chapter?
Knightmare
Introduction
So, you've stumbled upon my lair, have you? Well, I see no point in not letting you hear my story. For those of you who know not who I am, I am Grave. I've seen much in my life, and it doesn't stop there. In my life, I have seen the of great kingdoms crumbling at my power, as well as my very own kingdom crushed before my eyes. I've faced great beasts, gods, and many other things of legend. My power continued to grow, until I met an old friend. At this point is where this story begins.....
Chapter One
Bar Brawl
Looking into the crystal clear waters rushing past me, I looked back on my life, wondering why it turned the way it did. I have no qualms about it now, but I am still consumed by the guilt from my past.
"What did I do? Where did I go wrong? I was evil for quite some time, and now all of a sudden one person has the ability to change me? How does that work....?"
"Hey," says Edge, impatiently waiting for me to get up and leave, "what the hell are you doing just sitting there? Get the hell up and let's go! I'm sick of sitting here watching you stare at the water." I got to my feet and looked over at Edge. "As am I. Let's go. But before we go wherever the hell it was we were going," "Bar." says Edge, cutting into what I was saying, "I need a drink."
"You read my mind," replies Edge, who sheathes his sword and starts towards the bar just a klick down the road.
Just as we come to the bar, a tall, lanky man walks out, beer on his breath. "Heyyoooooo, come 'ere and gimme a kiss," said the drunk, talking to a tree. "Who the hell is he talking to?" asked Edge, looking around at the tree the man was staring at. "C'mon, I won' bite. Wellllllllll....." The man turns toward Edge and myself, staring intently at us. "Hey joo, what're yeh lookin' at, eh? Yooo wanna piece -o- me? I'll kick your ass! All 27 'a yas!" Edge looks around, wondering why he said 27. "Edge, he's obviously drunk. I mean, you can smell it on him right now," I said, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Sir, go home. You're clearly drunk, and if I fought you you'd die anyway. Even if you weren't drunk." The man looks at Edge as if he was staring a hole right through him. "Wazza' a threat? You don't loo' so tough. You remind me of a pile of dog poop!" The drunk then starts laughing uncontrollably.
"Okay, you keep going on and I'll be forced to hurt you," says Edge, with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Joo tink da' think scares me poopy head?" says the man, reaching for what once was a sword, now a pile of dust. "Hey, where'd ma damn swordy thingy go?"
"That would be me. I destroyed it," I replied, holding a ball of purple energy in my hand.
"Now how'd yoo do tha'?" asked the man, scratching his head. "I never seen yooooooo move a hair!"
"That's because it was my hand, dumbass." I looked at the man, who looked back, and we had a staring contest. The man quickly runs toward Edge, swinging his arms about wildly as if being attacked by raging squirrels.
"What the hell are you-" Edge dodges the mans fists and delivers one of his own, sending the man sprawling to the ground in a heap of limpness. "I told you I'd kick your ass if you-" Edge looks over to see the man snoring intently on the grass.
"Wow, so I guess he didn't feel it then," I said, staring down at the man now asleep on the ground.
"I wouldn't think he'd feel it," said a tall, fat man walking out of the bar holding a mug. "I've been drinking with this man for some thirty-ought years now, and once he gets like that, he never feels a thing. Punch him, kick him, stab him, no matter what he won't feel it. Well, not until the morning anyway. Once he falls asleep, he wakes up the next morning sober. Doesn't even have a damn hangover. Craziest thing I ever seen."
"Well, it'll be lucky if he survives when he wakes up later on," I replied, looking the fat man in the eyes. "He shouldn't mess with us like that, drunk or not. We've got many years of training under our belts," pointing at Edge, I continued, "but he's got a little more than I, so he wouldn't stand a chance."
"Wow, you guys sure talk a lot. So where'd you guys train?" asked the man, taking a swig of beer.
"If I told you that I'd have to kill you," said Edge, grabbing the mug from the man and drinking the beer til there was none left. "And I'm serious."
"Well, sorry I asked."
"You'd better be." Edge throws the mug at the wall and asks for another.
"Hey, send one my way too," I exclaimed, raising my hand to catch the flying mug. A man behind the bar tosses two mugs at Edge and myself. Edge grabs his and chugs it down, and grabs mine as well as I reach for it.
"Uh, gimme that back!" I exclaimed, holding my hand out to take the mug. Edge looks at the mug, as if debating whether to give it back or not, and chugs it. "Nah, I'm good."
"Well, you'll be good once I kick your drunk ass all around this bar," I replied, obviously agitated.
"I'm not drunk yet," said Edge, tossing the mugs behind the bar, "I'll be drunk after the next 14." As the mug is tossed at Edge, I catch it midair and chug it down, tossing the mug to Edge once I finish. "Hey now, that was uncalled for," claimed Edge. "Well, you'll get over it," I replied with a smirk on my face. "I doubt it." Edge swings his fist at me, barely missing my face. I retaliated with blinding speed and caught him in the chest, sending Edge staggering back "Hey now, for that I'll have to kick your ass!" declares Edge, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at me with the intent to injure, not kill. "Well, well, well. I guess we got ourselves a Mexican standoff." "Um, last time I checked, we weren't in Mexico," says Edge, glaring. "What the hell is Mexico anyway?" "Who knows? I think I just kinda made it up," I responded, watching Edge so he doesn't catch me off guard.
We swing at each other, swords clashing, sparks flying from the impact. I swiped down at Edge, missed, and hit the floor instead. Edge retaliated with an uppercut to my face. "Oww! I'm just glad that was a fist and not a sword!" I exclaimed, holding my face, checking for blood.
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