Thursday, June 28, 2007

Drama
[warning, if you only read one thing, read the stuff after i talk about my senpai and the drunken sage known as Lytjuh, its the most important part of the post]

well i'll try to get the Dafina stuff over quickly. yesterday i was discovering i might get back in contact with her, so i was a bit emotionally unstable, i was jealous Kitty knew her better than i and afraid to get my questions answered, i made ground with Bev on the whole ground of You > 1,000,000xDafina, she seems to now just be more bitchy than jealous towards Dafina [who is still an abstract concept at this point] which is fair, because i'm bitchy towards Dafina too. so now things seem to be moving forward, and i'm back on the "with or without her" track of thinking, a much better one in my opinion.

As for you comments my otaku elders:
Senpai: i realize how destructive words are, Bev is quite emotional and my sentamentalism hsas caused her a lot of pain at times. but Dafina means nothing compared to Bev, the latter allows me to to search for the former and thats the only reason i do. most of the time i'm oblivious to the absence of Dafina's existance from my life, and only sometimes am i reminisent or melancholy. but most of the time i'm bouncing off the walls waiting to talk to Bev, i remember last year i used to literally count the hours. i'm more well adjusted now i believe, and i KNOW, with every fiber of my being that Dafina could NEVER mean enough to me to comprimse my life with Bev.

Drunken Sage Lytjuh: yes, life is pretty fucked up, we live in misery over those we miss, and we feel even more pain thinking one day we will forget them and all the bonds we shared. and the even more fucked up thing is that those kinds of things are what keep us alive, we forget pain, it impossible to remember the sensation of pain, and after a while we forget those who hurt us, repressed memories. if we could just be with everyone we share strong bonds with the world we be so much better, but sadly life is not happy [even if "let me be with you" by roundtable] we really just find the one person who keeps us strong and float with them, our shared strength fighting off the waves of pain. life is a miserable thing.

now onto more fucked up depressing stories, because i literally am in such a happy mood, it just seems that my mind is full of sadness and pain, i think this thing does bring me happiness because i love this show, even if a lot of the stuff in it makes me sad. the show is Rescue Me, its on wednesdays at 10pm on the FX channel, and here is the latest event that made me sad, i'll tell you its a spoiler warning, even though last time i mentioned this no one else watched it.

see the chief [the show is about NY Firemen] started out his character developement when he punched a dude out for taking credit for saves that people who died in 9-11 made, well the guy turned out to be a gay guy, who he beat into a medically induced coma in a gay bar. well Jerry [the cheif] ended up calling upon his gay son to be a character witness and got off. next off his wife started getting alzheimers, and she threw out a box of his money he had hidden, he has a gambling problem and ended up pawning off his dad's watch, the only thing he had to remember him, to pay off his booky. so as Jerry's wife gets worse she forgets who he is and starts attacking him in the morning, she then starts believing jerry is her brother, and starts having sex with other men. she occassionally remembers who he is, so he is conflicted. he asks his son to watch over her, and she always remembers peter [the son]. well after peter leaves jerry hires a nurse, who he eventually gets involved with romantically. one day while he's at work his wife tries to kill herself and the nurse is inept in trying to stop/save her and that pretty much ends that relationship. so he puts her in a home, where she completly forgets him forever, which he thinks is for the best. next hye starts doing a younger illeagal jamacian immigrant, who has him hopped up on viagra so he can please her, which causes him to have a heart-attack, she leaves him for dead, afraid INS will pick her up if she calls 911. well Jerry's guys save him, and he gets put out of commission, though he remains the behind-the-scenes unoffical chief. well he starts losing weight and gets in the best shape of his life, as well as gets ready to walk his son down the aisle at his civil union ceremony. well the FDNY doc tells him his heart is too jacked up for him to keep working. he tellsw the guys and they give him a new set of golf clubs, which he tells them he will put to good use, he plans to retire to florida. he goes to his son's ceremony and tells the people that if he and his men can rely on each other to live, then two men can rely on each other for life. he then tells his son he really needs to visit his mom more, and pete says once him and his lover settle down they'll visit every week. he also risks his new desk job to erase all the charges against the main character, who is charged with arson after Tommy's [the main character]dead cousain's wife seduced him, drugged him, and attempted to rape him before accidentally burning the house down, almost killing them both. Jerry then goes home, plays with his clubs on a little mini putting track, he looks at the travel brochure, he brushes his teeth, washes his mouth out, fixes his receeding hair, raises a revolver to his mouth and pulls the trigger. this is how his father died, after being a cop for 34 years he came home and blew his brains out with a service revolver when he was made to retire, stating he'd lost the only family he ever had, his men.

so yeah, i'll miss that guy, he was a great character. i beg you if you didn't read that last paragraph please do, it was the real post.

it ends here.

♥ JD Person ♥
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

melancholy.
i was in such a melancholy mood yesterday, it was cured today but i have a distict feeling i will be going back to that land of torrid emotion and corosive feelings, just based off the fact that it is a deep subject and i can speak of and not get all repetitive and stale. plus it seems as if a lot of you guys seem not to know as much about me as i wish you did, but then again i seem to have dilusions of granduer, seem to think that being ranked 203rd on a niche blog-site with slightly less than .5 million people makes me famous and obviously everyone who reads this will know everything i say and ellude to from my life, because i'm ranked as a legend, so i guess everyone knows my biography.

but being as that is obviously not true,so let me once again to state the names and roles of the other players in this story of my life.

Dafina was this girl i had an uber-huge crush on before i met Bev, i had never felt as strongly for a person as i did for her, [but now i realize how shallow those feelings are, for true love cannot be one-sided] i stared at her all day in class and wondered about how to get her to like me, we were casual friends and i eventually got up the nerve to write her a love note, in which i put my phone number, e-mail and address so she could contact me if she wanted, i also gave her the options to either stay friends or tell me to fuck off forever, she reassured me she would always be my friend. this put me in such a broken down and lovesick mood that Bev couldn't help falling for my pathetic and sad ass, and since then on i wanted Dafina to be my best friend, something she seems better suited for in hindsight. but alas after 9th grade she became more distant from me, never IMing me [she gave me her AIM address and i had never heard of it, i started an account just to talk to her] i'd try to track her down at school, talk to her when i could, i thought it showed that i cared for her and that i was no longer wishy-washy, that i could say to her that i wanted to be her friend, but i realize now that all that could have been taken as me stalking her, Bev proposed that and it seems logical. i guess i might have seemed over-bearing, and now it seems my friend has kept in touch with her, which means that she could of if she wanted to. so now i might get to talk to her, life is so strange and painful.

and there Bev, the love of my life who has stayed with me throughout this soon-to-be 2 hour post, and the person who was alway there for me through all the pain and turmoil dafina has put me through. she pulled me out of the darkness dafina put me into by letting me down slowly, she showed me what true love is and has kept me happy through this whole "dafina go poof," thing, right now she's talking to me as i find out that dafina is connected to her by friends, so i might get in contact, or maybe not. but right now i know i wouldn't be a whole person, i'd be in just lost in darkness and pain like before, or mute to the world drowning in cynicism and numbness. right now she is reassuring me and making me feel better. she understands me, and is understanding the whole situation, she is my strength and my rock. right now she is supporting me while i learn about maybe meeting an old friend. she's stayed by my side, told me the truth and not done all the mindgame bullshit girls usually do. she is forward with me, tells me the truth and doesn't hide things. she stayed by my side for 2 and a half hours while i tried to sort this part of my life out, she wanted to stay with me till i went to sleep, but through her tiredness and my trying to protech her she went to sleep now, she decided to only get 4 hours of sleep for me, and made me feel better and gave me her blessings in trying to find Dafina, that it doesn't make her jealous anymore, it doesn't hurt her and that she understands me, though not how i'm so determined.

i plan my life around the fact that me and bev will be together, Dafina is merely a perk i may or may not aquire, if we've grown too far apart then fine, let it be as it is. i have my lover and she's all i need, she saved me from my Dafina-related feelings once and has done it once again. what the future holds is unsure, its now less than a month until i go to spend 11 days in paradise with her, so all this bullshit can sit on the backburner now, if i find an old friend, then cool, if not then the cruel reality of the replaceability of people and how fickle out heatts and memories truly are will just have to become appearant to me. we forget people to protect ourselves, and if i have to forget her, then its because she didn't try hard enough, i can chase her for eternity and never catch her unless she wants to be caught up with. i will never have to forget Bev, i will never have to chase her, she will be at my side like she was tonight, and that people is what matters in life.

sorry for the slopiness tonight, i was talking to 3 people, remorsing over a fourth and trying to update, i thought the title was going to speak about the past, but it apears the present and future were more apt.

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Me: i tried so hard to be her friend and she still disapeared...

Bev: She missed out.

that made everything go away, and it jusat did now, its moments like that that make me feel that our love is mature, even if we aren't. that was so perfect and romantic, i know all over again why i gave my heart to her.

go and visit the person who keeps me from imploding with brood [nounified from the verb brooding]


HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Chi disruption.
i passed out on the couch a few hours ago and now i just don't feel right, not sick on in pain or anything, i just feel like my brain is failing to pilot my body correctly, i just feel a little akward, sort of a psychic static or a chi disruption, i threw off my mojo i guess. it happens a lot when i pass out like that, i thibk because its sort of a hard shutdown and start-up, so my body's control systems get a little scrambled in the process, i guess i'm the only person who can take a nap and feel bad upon waking up, but then again i'm famous for doing everything the hard way.

well just to get it out of the way, WWE Wrestler Chris Benoit and his family are dead, his wife and kid are dead and so is he, at first they said dsomeone killed them all, now they think Chris killed his family over the weekend and himself today. i really hope that isn't the case, he always seemed like a really cool guy, plus its just always so bad those murder-suicide things, i just can't see anyone like him killing his family like that, on the tribute they actually preempted Vince's "i'm dead" special for all the guys really had respect for him, and they all talked about what a great dad he was, but then again life has a definate kink for the macobre, if existance had a physical form i think it would shop at hot topic, listen to death metal and kill cats with a sledge hammer, in most cases life is fucked up, cruel and dark, so to me a eevoted father slaughtering his child and wife out of some twisted and demented plan then offing himself seems more apt than to imagine that they were killed together by some 3rd party. i guess even my romanticism fails me sometimes, but then again i play the role of the cynic a lot as well so i guess these thoughts are not outside the norm for me.

nothing else can really top that... i just feel strange to try to go into some other topic after that, i don't think i can completly depart from that topic, so i guess if i ramble on enough i'll come up with a spin off topic... there we go.

see my cynicism and romantic idealism seem to alternate and sometimes intertwine, i'll think things like that every girl who i now realize were flirting with me, i thought they were all just pitying and patronizing me, while at the same time i thought if i wired mistletoe to my head it would actually have the desired effect, the latter of the which failed miserably and caused me to break down into tears and just feel like i was alone in the world. i thought that if i bought Dafina little presents all the time and always stayed by her side, if i followed her to the best of my ability and tried to show interest instead of being shy and wishy-washy that she'd eventually share my feelings, whilec still believing inside that maybe it was all pity and really she just saw me as pathetic and weak. now i think she probably thought i was stalking her, and probably cut all tiers she could to me as fast as possible, though the few times i've seen her she did seem friendly it all could have been an act so she wouldn't, in her mind, incur my crazy stalker wrath. though maybe she just forgotm my aim adress, or maybe she lost her password onto her's, there are a billion possibilities, but in most likelihood she will fade from my life, and that time i saw her in Henzi's room after school this year will be the last i ever hear of her, the last contact i'll ever make with her. i took down the picture she drew for me, i don't look in the yearbook i bought for her to sign and for her picture, i try not to remember the wonderful person she appeared to be, if i had known her i feel like i'd want her to be my best friend, because really she did that well, or really she was my senpai [no where near as good as you Grifter-senpai... *nervous laugh*] 2 years older than me and somewhere in that friend/crush area, closer to the former after 9th grade, but all that is probably over, i have no idea why, was i too forward, or to indeceisive? did i talk to her too much or too little? is it my fault or her's? will i ever hear from her again? was it all bullshit? does she miss me? will i forget her? should i forget her? why do i feel like this?

i should just move on, be happy with love and build my life from there, bu i'm just so damn soft-hearted and sentimental, i feel thre same way about my childhood friends, Cory, Kristin, Roy, and now Dafina, these people who i lost in the current of life, one day they will all just be distant memories, or completly gone, and that thought hurts the most.

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"Who ever heard of an undertaken holding office hours?! the dead don't die on schedule!"

-Charles Dickins [Doctor Who]

visit my lover, she hasn't scarred my heart and made me feel all melancholy.


HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, June 25, 2007

all hail strangeness.
looks like i got very little commentary yesterday, maybe its because i ranted about indie wrestling and yard-work, though that seems unlikely being as i've written a whole post on switching to boxers and how it felt wierd to free-ball it and got comments into the double digits, i really don't understand this magical phenominon known as existance, i suppose if i stopped trying to i might be more popular.

well today was once again uneventful, but i'm sure i'll pull of another long droning post based off of it just because that is what i always do, with waning success.

well i ended up staying up till 4 yesterday because of the indie wrestling, then getting home and talking with my lover, which was followed by me watching a ton of anime, so i woke up today at 1pm, and talked to Bev more, because i love making her spend all her time with me, i'm her boyfriend, so i'm allowed to waste her day like that, in fact i see it as my job. and of course we were all cute and lovey, as well as being amorous, strange and comical, we're just everything thrown into one because we both have such spastic and energetic personalities, so we just energize eachother into even more hyperness, i imagine that once we are together in person we will be the bane of parties and annoy many people.

that, i see as a good thing. i mean if you can love a person to the point it causes discomfort to those around you i think you are sucessful, i know my ability to annoy people with my sheer romantic idealism will lead me to happiness in my future, because i believe in myself and my beaner, and together i know we can face and beat the world.

one of personal favorite things to happen lately is that a lot of my friends have asked me if i was still with Bev, and act suprised when i answer "yes." it really cracks me up inside that so many people bet against me and believe i will fail, and that i call these people "friends." like Stacy, just before school let out she asks me if i was with Bev still, and was all "wow" upon hearing the truth, she told me she never believed it would last this long, though she wished me the best. i don't know if that is a compliment or an insult, perhaps a impliment, or a consultment, i'm not sure. but then again i'm used to people not understanding that i'm devoted to things i like, people are amazed i still write AP, [i will start on ch.24 tomorrow] they all seem to think i'd just get bored with it anf give up, but i don't. i love my characters i created, i constantly think of them in everything, putting them into the roles of songs or TV shows, i go over the plot of Absolute Power in my head and i constantly think of scenes i'm going to write 6 chapters/120 pages from now. i really don't care if anyone reads as far as writing it goes, i writer it because its fun for me to imagine these chapters, scenes, characters, all playing out their roles, i love it. very few other people seem to, but in true JD style i belive i'll convert more people and soon have a ton of readers, because if you have passion you can convert people, if you want something hard enough you can influence and corrupt others, i do it a lot more with love, turning jaded whiny emos into people capable of having a steady relationship because of my passion, feminent mind, male sexual organs and the fact for 10 years i's studied relationships and women, trying to become acceptable to one so i wouldn't be alone oin my heart anymore. i now know why i like Alex Shelley so much, for i like him am a student of the game, i learned all i know from observation and paying attention, though i do think at least a little of my now apparent realational prowess is based off my soul and the person i really am. i've always cared more for my heart than my cock, i always chose looks over mammories, thoiugh to me people are only pretty if i either don't know them or if i know they have a nice personality, girls who i once found physically attractive until met them and learned that their personalities suck are revulting to me, or at least average looking to me, Jackie looks like your average tomboy, terrible at taking care of her body, and i now know her thighs are frequented by more paying customers than are the counters of your average McDonalds, [something fun about ranting to TM Revolution, Takanori makes me feel like i kick ass at mocking people]Ashely looks like what she is, a beaner-wannabe mulatto with a voicve on par with fran dresher[sp] dating a back-stabbing theif, she has ill-kept greasy nappy hair and yes, sizable baby-feeders that appear as bouncy and a brick, Tina looks like a geek and is just akward to be around, i used to think she had a geek-chic look, now she just looks like a cutter who will probably cure cancer, plus her seemingly shy personality i found charming was shown to be a fabrication in my mind, she is really just patronizing towards me, i won't miss her.

i have so many mixed feeling about Dafina [accented by the fact Aura is playing now] she may be sincere and like me as a friend, she may be playing me like Kitty said, or afraid that i'm some crazy stalker like bev told me, being as i was a bit overbearing when trying to contact her. but in any of those cases she never talks to me anymore, plus she is moving out of state, now when i look at her she still looks pretty, but my heart is confused over how to feel, love, hate, regret, sorrow thanfulness, she is the reason Bev fell for me, because i was so pathetic after she let me down nicely. i thought i was helpled by her, but i realize now she nearly destroyed me, thank God for Bev.

i prayed for love and found her, i think that says enough, now you go to her site a find her too.


oh, and if you feel like it see if xluckystar0550x ever comes on AIM, if she does tell me when, or IM her and ask her about me [JD from John Glenn high School] i just want to see if she is really avoiding me, if she is i just want to know for closure.

with that i leave you Peoplezez for the night.

HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, June 24, 2007

can't pretend.
i can't pretend to understand the reasons or patterns for why or why not people show up to my site, or comment if they do, the other day i got 18 visits and 6 comments, todsay i only got 3, and all of those 3 commented, so i really can't predict or understand why people do what they do, i guess its just the flow of life or5 some poetic vague shit like that.

this site is a rather strange place, i really don't understand its inhabitance many times, how i can have friends who get 58 comments on a slow day and barely ever update, yet i get my wildly flucuating numbers, maybe its because i bitch about it so much, perhaps if i cared less, if i were more indifferent and played hard to get more people would like me, but then again if i knew capoeira i'd be a lot happier, so purely hypothetical statemewnts only lead us down a path filled with darkness, confusion and useless wastes of time.

i pretty much spent today watching anime in one form or another, i woke up and watched Ergo Proxy, went to my dad's and played pokemon on my GBA SP, came home and watched Tenjo Tenge, Blood + and two episodes of Bleach. i still have Naruto and One Piece to watch tomorrow, i really wish i got showtime so i could watch Chrono Crusade for free, because currently i'm about to shill out $80 for the boxset, which i'm sure will be worth it, but still its quite a venture and if it could be avoided it sure would be nice, but once again we are getting into magical hypothetical land which really doesn't really serve anyone. i already don't keep up wqith my DVR yet i wish i had more to watch, though most of the DVR pile-up is due to the fact i'm not in a Pucca or Digimon mood and i always con my mom into watch Doctor Who with me, so there is really nothing else for me to eliminate off of there, but i'm working into the Doctor Whos now, and i guess if it gets too high i'll end up watching 12 episodes of Pucca at once, my tastes are so strange, varied and appearantly fleeting.

other than anime i spent today doing my usual yard work, cutting grass, weed-whacking and leaf-blowing, which seems to go by faster and faster now, i think i'm either getting more effcient at my minial labor or the time just goes by faster because its not such a big deal anymore, its not imposing because it goes by faster and by being over sooner it doesn't loom over me anymore, so i guess the problem is just solving itself at this point.

i also went to another indie wrestling show, which was good, i kept having to scoot down seats because one wrestler by the name of New Jack kept throwing people through the rows and taking out the seats, one time a split second after oi moved in fact, he was probably just trying to killo me because i'm white, racist bastard. plus since it was a small indie show i could heckle the wrestlers, one poor bastard i t5hink was short on the smarts, for he seemed confused when i mocked him for being dripping with sweat when all he had done all match was stand in the corner, but alas he got very confused and just went back to dehydrating quickly. new Jack also enjoyed stabbing a guy in the head with a fork, that's always fun to watch. one manager calls himself "micheal MacMahon" he is a brotha who claims to be the bastard son of Vince, so we all asked him if hois limo was going to explode, he played the gimmick as well, asking a group of indie fans to share a moment of silence for Vince, which would essentially like asking a group of Black Panthers to observe a day of morning in honor of holocaust victims. so yeah, i had fun at that show, it really improves the experience of wrestling when you can hear the guys kiya, makes me feel like i'm watching a flashy mixed martial arts match. the poor guy who runs the show is terrible at taking criticism, drunkards would yell at him when he'd try to announce the next match, dso he'd just6 stand there and saulk, really makes you wonder why he got into that business, its sort of like Jesse Jackson getting involved in racism cases... wait... well i'll just leave it at that, i think i've said enough.

well i'm going to pass out now its pushing 4 and i've had enough.

-Quote-

"You sure are sweating a lot for a man who is essentially standing still."

-Me heckling "the soul shooters."

visit Bev, she does things, and stuff!


HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Absolute Power ch.8
[sorry, i forgot to put up an AP chapter yesterday, so today is AP day for you guy, enjoy!]

Absolute Power
Mission: 8
No action for you!!!

Our four heroes are in the living room of Draco’s Raven corps. Kit and Allenby are sprawled out on the furniture, Aveian is leaning against the wall, and Draco just walked in from the control room with is down the hall a ways.

Aveian: So where are we goin’ next, Prince?

Draco: How would I know, I only brought you three along because you know where to go, and the fact I don’t know if I can defeat his entire army on my own!

Aveian: In that case, we should go to China, we have a powerful ally there and its on the way to Domon’s base in Japan.

Draco: Then China is where we will head.

Kit: Ally? Oh, yeah, that ally!

Allenby: China? Can’t be!

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Sora: Welcome back, leader!

Sora is standing in The Man’s office, The man walks in looking very unhappy.

Sora: So, how is the, uh, debt paying going? (Sora struggles not to bust out laughing)

The man: I can still taste her foul kiss! (Spits furiously) That damn fox will pay!! Oh, and that little Prince, (chuckles evilly) if he thinks what happened to his family was bad, he’ll hate what I have in store for him!

Sora: (Thinking) talk all you want, I just wish I could get a tape of Natasha’s Torture sessions!! I know it’d be so funny!!

The man: Sora!

Sora: (startled) Yes sir!?

The man: Its time for you to do your thing again; prove your worth to our organization!!

Sora: Yes sir! I understand!
The man: Good, I’ll make them pay for doing this to me!!

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Back at Kit’s base, Foxxy enters the hangar to meet up with Sylven, whos already on the lift, waiting for her.

Foxxy: So, what do we work on today?

Sylven: Today we’re gonna work on the controls, I figure we should work on them before we start installing the weapons.

Foxxy: Sounds fun!! Of course everything is fun with you!!

Sylven: (Very cold) Don’t even think about it, now let’s get to work.

Foxxy: O… Okay. (Thinking) Geez, what did I say?

Foxxy runs up and onto the lift, Sylven takes it up to the cockpit.

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We see an old abandoned shack.

Soldier: Marane Alrock!! We know you’re in there so come out without a fight and makes this easier for yourself.

Marane: (inside, sitting on the floor Indian style, looking down) picking on a defenseless old man, you fools never would have tried this if I still had Sarin.

Boom, the door goes flying open. Marane stands up with his hands up in surrender.

Marane: So, who are you boys with, Negeta, or B.V.? (Chuckles) As if there’s any difference.

Voice: (Reki) Neither, they’re with me!

Marane: (being led out) So they send the Mercenary. Too afraid to come on their own? It doesn’t surprise me, the cowards.

Mercenary: Enough out of you old man!

Darkness.

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Draco is in the control room, layed back in his chair. Kit walks in.

Kit: Draco? Are you busy?

Draco: The ship is on auto-pilot, if you want to talk hurry up, I’m trying to get some rest!

Kit: I’ll come back.

Draco: (irritated) you’ve already woken me, you may as well say it now!

Kit: Wow, how could anyone say no to an invitation like that?!

Kit walks in and sits down on a chair by Draco.

Kit: You said that B.V. and Negeta were working together, is that true?

Draco: Of course, what purpose would I have in deceiving you?! I can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet!

Kit: I have friends back at the base in New York, what about them?

Draco: B.V. doesn’t know that you’re onto them, and they’re not going to compromise that until the optimum time, then they’ll strike. I suggest telling them to watch their backs, because that’s probably where they’ll strike first.

Kit: Why are you telling me this? I know you don’t like me?

Draco looks him dead in the eyes.

Draco: Get this straight, you’re friends are Negeta’s enemies, therefore they are my allies! And I will not allow my allies to be killed and jeopardize my mission!

Kit: Man, you’re cold!

Draco: Call me whatever you want, just make sure that you and you’re friends don’t die before you fulfill your purpose!

Kit: Thanks.

Kit walks out.

Draco: (Lies back again) Idiot.

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Kit walks back into the living room. Allenby and Aveian are chilling out there. Aveian smoking in a recliner while Allenby is sitting up against the arm of an love seat, Kit sits down as she pulls her legs in.

Kit: Hey guys!

Aveian: You were worried about Foxxy and Sylven.

Kit: Huh?

Aveian: You were worried about them so you asked Draco what to do.

Allenby: Is that right Kit?

Kit: Yeah, man you’re getting good Aveian.

Allenby: (jumps on him and hugs him) Oh, that’s so sweet!!

Kit: (unfazed, looking down worried) I know, I’m really worried, I hope they’re all right.

Allenby lets go of him and sits back shocked.

Allenby: Wow! You must be really concerned! You didn’t even flinch!

Kit looks over at her, shuts his eyes and smiles weakly.

Kit: Sorry, I’m just really upset. I really appreciated that, thank you.

Aveian: Chill out, (Kit looks towards him) Foxxy can take care of herself, and Chibitie and Sylven are there, they won’t let her get hurt. I’m the old one, let me worry, you just get glomped and hugged on by your girlfriend and just enjoy life.

Kit and Allenby blush and look away.

Kit: Thank you Aveian!

Aveian: Why don’t you two go into the hangar and work on the Suits together, they need re-supplying, and I know you’ve got the skills.

Kit: So, (looks at Allenby) you wanna do it?

Allenby: Sure! (Looks at him at seductively) But are you sure you really wanna be all alone with me in a hangar, you don’t know what I might do to you!

Kit: (impish grin) I think I can manage!

Allenby: (Giggles, still speaking seductively) Good, lets go.

Allenby grabs Kit’s hand and pulls him away with her, to Kit’s overwhelming joy.

Aveian: I have to try that sometime.

Aveian smiles then lays back and sinks deep into thought.

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Foxxy: Hey, Sylven, I’ve never seen a system like this, how would I put it in?

Foxxy is inside the cockpit, working on the Controls while Sylven supervises.

Sylven: I thought you said you knew about these things.

Foxxy: I do, probably not as much as you but I do!

Sylven: If you knew less than me why did you offer to help?

Foxxy: Duh, so could spend time with you!

Sylven: Foxxy, don’t say things like that.

Foxxy: (surprised, unsure) Okay, whatever you want but, still what about this system?

Sylven: It’s a new system, developed by B.V., they tested it on three other subjects at a different base.

Foxxy: Well, I’m sure I’ll how figure out how to put it in. You know I’d do anything for you Sylven.

Sylven: Please, stop saying things like that.

Foxxy: (lifting wires and examining them) Its just a little harmless flirting! What, am I too much for you to handle?! (Winks and strikes a pose looking all cute)

Sylven: Please, just stop it.

Foxxy: Allllriiight, you’re weird you know that? (Goes back to connecting wires)

Sylven: Call me what you want, but if you really want to help me, help me complete this so I can defeat you’re brother.

Foxxy: You bet. (She shuts her eyes, giggles and smiles brightly, thinking) Sorry Kit, but he’s just so much cuter!!
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Kit and Allenby enter the hanger; Allenby shuts the door behind her.

Allenby: (still speaking seductively) So Kit, we’re all alone. Do you have anything in mind you want to do?

Kit: (walking past her, waving his hand over his back) Come on Allenby, I know you’d never come on to me like that!

Allenby: You wanna bet.

Allenby grabs his other hand and yanks him around to behind her then, places her hands on his shoulders and shoves him back pinning him against the wall. She hovers her face right in front of his, her chest pressed against his.

Allenby: Just think of me as a Genie, whatever you want I’ll give you, still sure I won’t try anything?!

Kit: (unfazed) Yep.

Allenby: (returns to normal) Damn!

Allenby gets off him.

Allenby: And I really thought I could get you too.

Kit: Sorry, just know you too well, maybe you should have tried that on our first date.

Allenby: You’re really good.

Kit: Believe me, if I thought you were serious we wouldn’t be talking right now!

Allenby: (giggles) I like you.

Kit: I like you too! But lets get to work, or else it’ll just look like we’re tryin to get some alone with each other time!!!

Allenby: Yeah, and that would ruin all my secret plans for you!!

The two of them start off towards the lift.

Kit: Don’t tempt me!

Allenby: What if I do?!

Kit: (starts the lift up) I’ll make you regret it!!

Allenby: I’d like to see you try!

Kit: No, you don’t.

They two of them enter Drake’s cockpit.

The two of them start to laugh.

Kit: Look at this place!

Allenby: Man, Draco must be REALLY bad with machines.

Kit: I think a puppy could do a better job.

Allenby: That’d be so cute to watch!

Kit: I know!! But, WE have to fix it!

Allenby: Well, we’re already in here so, lets see if the controls work. Allenby, you stand in the Mobile Trace area, I’ll watch the controls.

Allenby: (smiles and moves into position) Alrighty!!

The Trace suit slides onto Allenby, of course the close, clingy material catches Kit’s attention.

Allenby: So, how’s it look?

Kit: (staring at her in amazement) Good. (Shakes his head) I mean, the system seems to be having some problems; it looks like its running at 75% capacity.

Allenby: What do you mean… (Looks down at her outfit) Oooooh, so you like this look huh? Hmm, I’ll have to remember that! Wait, did you say “75% capacity?!!!!”
(Kit nods his head) HOLY SHIT!!!!

Allenby quick, covers her mouth, Kit looks shocked then smiles mischievously.

Kit: I believe I just got you to scream out “holy shit” I didn’t know you had it in you.

Allenby: (lowering hands, blushing) Neither did I!

Kit: Yeah, I’m surprised too. He did all that at 75%. I’m sure glad he’s on our side!

Allenby: Imagine what he’ll be able to do once we upgrade it!
Kit: Domon won’t stand a chance.

Allenby: He doesn’t already. No one can defeat you Kit, I’m sure that even if Draco hadn’t come around you’d have won!

Kit: Thank you, Allenby. I’m glad you trust me so much! But, I’m not so sure.

Allenby: Well, She puts her hand over his; he turns to look at her and their eyes meet

Allenby: I do! Even if you don’t, and I’ll never stop.

Kit: Thank you. (Allenby takes her hand off of his) Now, let me show you how much you can trust in me as a mechanic.

Allenby: I can’t wait to see!

The two of them laugh a little and back to work.

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Sylven and Foxxy finish their work in the Gundam’s cockpit.

Sylven: We have the core controls set up, I think we should work on mounting the weapons.

Foxxy: (Very enthusiastic) Okay!! I’m so much better at body work! I’ll show you how good I am.

Sylven: You don’t have to try and prove yourself to me; I can see that you are useful.

Foxxy: (Contently and sweetly) That’s all I needed to hear.

Sylven: Stop talking like that.

Foxxy: (pouting) Big meanie!!!

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Kit is sitting in the kitchen; Aveian walks by, carrying a black jacket over his shoulder, going down the stairs to the exit.

Kit: Goin’ somewhere, Commander?

Aveian: (looks up towards him) I’m goin’… out.

Kit: You’re going to a club to try to find a woman.

Aveian: (turns back away and sighs) I really hate you sometimes. (Walks out)

Kit: So, my love-sickness is infecting my friends. I wonder if Sylven… Nah! That would be impossible.

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The man: (Watching Aveian on screen) Yes, I knew he’d fall into my trap. Now its all up to our talented little spy.

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Aveian enters a bar. He looks around and sees three sleaze-bags walk towards a black haired girl.

Sleaze 1: Hey there hunnie, what’s up.

Girl: (looking up from her drink) Obviously not your IQ.

Sleaze 3: Wow, a real hell cat, I like ‘em feisty!

Girl: Too bad for you I like mine handsome and prone to bathing.

Sleaze 2: Hey bitch, you better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, I don’t wanna have to mess it up!

Girl: Don’t worry, (back fists one in the stomach) YOU WON’T!!

One falls. The other two pull knives.

Sleazes: You bitch!!

She jumps up and pulls out a black hand gun. She fires a shot into each of their thighs while rolling through the air in bullet time. She lands on a hand, the toes of one foot with the other extended behind her while putting her gun back in its holster. She stands up.

Girl: That was…

The last sleaze gets back up behind her.

Sleaze: You’re dead now.

The girl turns around slowly.

Girl: Oh, no!

Gunshot, the sleaze falls over clutching his crotch.

Girl: (looking around) Huh?

Aveian walks towards her, gun smoking.

Aveian: Don’t worry, his pelvis is shattered, he’ll live.

Girl: I bet he’ll wish he didn’t.

She smiles warmly, and Aveian actually smiles back.

Aveian: The name’s Aveian Wind.

Girl: Sora Nushi.

Profile:
Sora Nushi

Age: 19

Height: 5 foot 6.

Voice: (Sango, InuYasha)

Body: Medium sized breasts, tight stomach, butt, and thighs. She’s very curvy and all natural. Plastic was made for toys. With red nail polish on her shortish nails.

Clothes: Black leather jacket with matching black skin tight shorts/skirt/pants, depending on the weather and black feminine ankle boots. She has a white low-cut T-Shirt with a white-winged red heart with a halo over the chest, the wings inlayed with glitter.

Face: Crimson red-brown eyes with red glossy Lipstick and darker red eye shadow. Her black hair is shiny and shines violet. Its cut short, bottom of the eyes bowl cut with longer hair in the back, about to the middle of her neck (Nartarl from Gundam SEED).

Personality: Sora is pure sex. Its all she cares about its all she thinks about. She isn’t easy, her standards are high, but if she likes you, she loves you, all night. She’s a trained spy and is very good with her standard military side arm. She know how to make love and war and has no problem with either.

Sora: (thinking) This is the guy, man he’s hot, damn it Sora, stay on track! (Out loud) So (starts moving towards him) that was a nice shot, such a nice shot, (walks right to him and embraces him, running her finger across his chest) I think you deserve to take home the grand prize.

Aveian: And to think. I never was good at carnival games.

Sora tip toes up and kisses him on the cheek.

Sora: (eyes half shut, speaking seductively) Well, you won me on your first try.

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Aveian re-enters the ship with Sora, and a kiss on his cheek. They walk past Kit in the front room.

Kit: Do I know her?

Sora: Say there cutie, why don’t we go into your room so I can finish what I started with your face, and maybe if you’re lucky…

Aveian: (with a hint of happiness) I like that plan! I think I wanna see it in action!

Sora: Oooh, I like a man of action!!

The two of them enter Aveian’s room, we here sounds of smooching and pleasure from the room.

Draco walks into the front room.

Draco: What’s that sound?

Kit: Aveian has a girlfriend.

Draco: Not possible!

Kit: Why would I lie, I’m the player and do you see me getting some? So why would I lie and make myself look worse?

Draco: I never figured Aveian to be a weakling like you!

Kit: I resent that!

Draco: Well, either way I’ve come to see I’m the only sane person on this ship.

Kit: I’d love to sit and chat with you, but me and my weakness have to go out on the town together.

Allenby walks in.

Allenby: Kit, you ready?

Kit: I was born ready for you!

Allenby: (giggles) That’s just what I wanted to hear!

Kit: Good.

The two of them walk off together chatting merrily.

Draco: Damned fools!

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Kit and Allenby walk up to a restaurant called “The Red Dragon.”

Kit: This is the place.

The two of them enter; a white waiter in a suit with an afro greets them.

Waiter: Welcome to The Red Dragon. Smoking or non?

Kit: Non.

Waiter: Right this way.

The waiter leads them to a table with a booth on one side and chairs on the other. When the get there Kit stops to see where Allenby’s going to sit, then he looks and sees she’s doing the same thing. They both laugh nervously, Kit takes the booth, after he pulls Allenby’s chair out for her.

Allenby: (a little shy) Thanks.

Kit: (flopping down on the booth) No prob. I always treat a lady right.

Allenby: Aren’t you the same guy that was beating down nuns a few weeks ago?

Kit: I said “ladies” not people that just happen to have vaginas.

Allenby: Kit!

Kit: Sorry.

Allenby: How could you say those demons have vaginas!

Kit: Whoa, don’t try blamin’ that kind of evil on my side of the anatomy!

They both laugh, the waiter returns.

Waiter: Are you ready to order?

Kit: Yeah, I’ll have the Spiked Spare Ribs!

Allenby: and I’m havin the Vicious Veal!

Waiter: How do you want it?

Allenby: Rare!

Waiter: All right, and to drink?

Allenby: Blow Cola.

Kit: Sake and Vodka.

Waiter: Are you over 21?

Kit: Do you have life-insurance?

Waiter: I’ll bring the drinks.

Kit: Thank you.

Allenby: You sure know how to sweet talk people!! (Giggles)

Kit: You just have to know how to do it.

Allenby: I see, is that why I find you so irresistible?!

Kit: (blushing, shy) I guess. I don’t know…

Allenby: Yep, that’s it all right. (Kit blushes deeper and turns away) Your just so cute with how you act when you talk.

Kit: Please.

Allenby: It’s true; you’re so cute I can never resist you.

Kit: Stop, you’re makin me blush!

Allenby: I’m just telling the truth, and acting like that is just what I’m talking about, you act like Mr. Playboy, but all it takes are some sweet words and you melt right into my hands.

Kit: You’re the same way; I love how you make me act like this, it’s what I love about you the most! I love how you have me by a short leash, how you can leave me blushing and vulnerable with just a few words, you have the key to my heart, and I like it: its so endearing.

Allenby blushes very deep and looks down into her lap.

Allenby: Tha… Thanks Kit.

Kit: I think we’re both getting carried away.

Allenby: Yeah.

Kit: But my heart is still racing.

Allenby: Mine too.

The both look towards each other, faces smiling nervously.

Their drinks arrive, both snatch them and chug them down, slamming the classes down on the table.

The waiter brings them another round and the do the same.

Kit: (refreshed) Aaaaah, that was good.

Allenby: Yeah. (Wipes lips with her wrist)

Kit: What’s the point of slamming down Blow?

Allenby: Caffeine can be just as relaxing as alcohol. We do you drink?

Kit: Because I like the taste, I’ve never got drunk, plus I’m Irish, it’s in my blood.

Allenby: don’t pull the genetics crap on me, I’m Swedish and you don’t see me clogg dancing and eating meat-balls.

Kit: True, maybe its just to feel strong, I don’t question myself much.
Allenby: Fair enough, you are pretty easy going so I can see you saying that, I’m the same way, so it’s good to meet someone like me!!

Kit: Yeah! We’re destined to be together!

They both laugh, and then stop dead and look away embarrassed again.

Waiter: Here’s your food.

The waiter sets their food down and walks off.

Kit: (regaining composure) Lets dig in!

Allenby: Yeah, lets!

Allenby slices off a piece of her Veal, Kit tears off a rib and they both chow into their meats. Their faces show great disgust.

Allenby: This is way Well Done!!

Kit: Yeah and my ribs taste like charcoal, and the meat is like leather!!! WAITER!!!

Waiter: Is everything alright?

Kit: No my ribs taste like a boot you pulled out of an incinerator!

Allenby: And my Veal is over cooked.

Waiter: sorry, you can take that up with the Head Chef if you like.

Kit: Yeah, bring him out here.

Waiter: Chef could you come out here?!

Familiar voice: Yeah, just a sec!

A Chinese boy comes out, a plate of rice on his head, a bowl of soup in his right hand, some noodles in his right, and flipping an omelet hacky-sack style in a pan with his right foot.

Allenby: Sai?! Sai!!! It is you!!

Sai: Sis?!

Sai almost drops his food but he catches the omelet and rice in his hands.

Allenby: Sis? I thought Rain was Sis?!

Sai: Rain’s not right now, so you’re Sis!

Allenby: Then can Kit (points to Kit) be Bro?

Sai: Sure! I’m hiding from Domon right now so I won’t be callin him Bro! But down to business, why am I out here.

Kit: Food sucks.

Sai: Well, I can’t have that.

Sai looks back at the kitchen.

Sai: Hey, who cooked this.

Two chefs walk out.

Sai: Ralph, Duberry. You guys made this?

Ralph: I did all the work, but Duberry helped!

Sai: What is wrong with you! This stuff sucks!!

Ralph: Well like I said I tried to stop them, it was all Michael and Andrew’s faults they didn’t…

Sai: Ralph, hand me your jacket, you’re leaving The Red Dragon.

A white haired man and a blonde haired woman escort Ralph out.

Sai: Sorry about that. So you want me to have them make new ones?

Kit: Nah, hey Sai, you wouldn’t be operative “Dragon.” Would you?

Sai: How’d you know that?

Kit: I’m “Black Fox.”

Sai: Well in that case we’ll meet up after the restaurant shuts down.

Kit: Cool, well in that case I think I will take my order.

Allenby: Me too!

Sai: Alright, I’ll get right on it!

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Sai, back in his street clothes, a black sleeveless T, pants, and boots, with matching black sunglasses. He carries his chef clothes over his back in a sack, approaches Kit and Allenby’s table, both of them playing GUP’s (Game Unit Portable).

Sai: Well, I’m done, how was the food?

Kit and Allenby shout happily the praises of his food.

Sai: That’s good.

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The three of them enter Draco’s Raven Corps. The enter the living room and see Draco looking quite distressed.

Kit: What’s with the look?

Draco: They never stopped; they’ve been at it since you left.

Kit: No way, I mean I have stamina, but even I can’t…

Draco: Don’t believe me ask them.

Kit: Never mind.

Sai: (yawns) Man, its late, I can’t believe your ship was so far away. How about we pick this up in the morning?

Kit: Sounds good, you can take any room you like, there’s a million of them.

Draco: Hey, this is my ship, don’t go around actin like you own everything!

Kit: Fine, is there any particular room you want him to take?

Draco: No, but its my place to say where he can and can’t go!

Kit: You’re right, I apologize, now I’m goin’ to sleep.

Draco: I’ll take the ship up and then I will too.

Kit. Allenby and Sai walk off and go to their rooms; Kit’s and Allenby’s are connected through a bathroom, Sai uses on across the hall.

Draco goes into the control room and starts the engines then goes to bed in the master bedroom, which is far from the others.

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Sora is sitting over a sleeping Aveian, he is wearing a black jacket he took with him, open with kisses all over his body and a major sign of his enjoyment in his southern region.

Sora: (thinking) finally he’s asleep, all that work wore me out. I’m gonna die of starvation if I don’t eat something! But I must admit it was fun!

Sora leaves Aveian’s room and goes into the kitchen, she rifles through the fridge until she pulls out some meat slices and beer. She makes a sandwich and sits down at the table to eat and drink.

Sora: (finishing her meal, thinking while she gets ready) Well, its mission time, I can’t put it off anymore.

Sora pulls out a transmitter.

Sora: Zeru, do you hear me?

The man: (fuzzy picture on a little screen) I’m here, and please don’t use my name.

Sora: I’m beginning the mission.

Zeru: Very good Sora, I’m proud of you!

Sora: I have to go now.

Zeru: Good luck, my little spy girl!

Sora: Good-bye! (Slams the transmitter shut)

Sora draws her weapon and goes into Aveian’s room.

Sora: (thinking) Sorry, but business is business! Don’t take it personal!

Sora aims her weapon at Aveian’s head.

Sora: Good-bye.

No sound what so ever, Sora clenches her weapon her finger twitches, but she doesn’t fire, she looks at Aveian; laying there, covered in her lipstick, passed out from her love.

Sora: I’ll kill the others first, I’ll save him for last. (She walks out)

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Sora enters Kit’s room.

Sora: This’ll be fun, say bye-bye fox boy!

Sora aims her weapon than,

BANG, SHIIING!!!

Sora: (out loud) What the…

Kit stands behind her, Kodachi drawn; Sora’s pistol lies on the ground.

Kit: Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?

Sora: So you recognized me.

Click.

Aveian: (behind her, washed up, gun pointed at her head) We both did.

Sheenk.

Draco: (enters from the left) And I never trusted you from the start.

Another door opens.

Allenby: And I can’t let you kill Kit before I’m done with him.

Kit: So, (re-setting sword) it looks like it’s all over for you, MISS SPY GIRL!!

Kit gets ready to strike her down, but he feels a tap on the back of his head and stops.

Aveian: Don’t even think about it!

Kit: What, what the hell are you thinking!

Sora: What’s going on!?

Draco: Idiot get in my way and I’ll kill you too!

Aveian: No one moves!

Sora: Why are you doing this!?

Aveian: Because I think I love you. I know what you were assigned to do, you were supposed to kill me, but you didn’t so I know you feel the same way.

Kit: She’s the enemy!!!

Aveian: Don’t pull that shit with me! Now Sora either join us or leave now!!!

Sora: Stop doing this!!

Aveian: Choose now!!

Draco: She’s NOT going to stay on my ship!!

Sora: (clenches fists pissed) Don’t worry I’m leaving!!!

Sora takes off down the hall then stops, frustrated she throws her fists down in anger.

Sora: They’re all so stupid!!!

Sora bursts back into the room.

Sora: Listen up cause I don’t know why I’m doing this! Zeru, Domon, his forces, and B.V. are comin here to kill all of you. I suggest running now!

Sora takes off again before anyone has a chance to react. Aveian runs out into the hall, but she’s already gone.

Aveian: Damn it.

Aveian walks defeated into the room again.

Kit: So what do we do!

Draco: I don’t trust her; this could all be a trap!

The ships alarms go off, and then the whole ship rocks and vibrates. Just then Sora arrives back on the enemy ship.

Sora: (thinking) I was too late! Wait! What am I saying? They’re getting what they deserve!

The man: (in the control room commanding his troops) Now my men! Make them pay! MX troops show them what it feels like to be on the receiving end of those Beam Rifles!!

Fleets of MX’s and Strike daggers land. The daggers armed with Bull pup machine guns. They open fire, streams machine gun bullets moving like whip towards the Raven Corps. MX pilots focus their scopes and take shots at the ship. The beams shatter on the anti-beam coating, the bullets punch little holes of weakness in the hull that the MX’s fire into them.

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Kit: Lets get the hell out of here!!

Draco: Yeah, but first lets leave them some presents!

Multiple anti-mobile suit and anti-ship missiles fly towards the enemy troops. Some of them hit the enemy’s ship, damaging the main boosters.

Kit: Floor it!!

The Raven Corps. Takes off at high speed, the enemy suits continue firing as it disappears into the horizon.

The man: Follow them!!!!!!

Pilot: We can’t, the main thruster is damaged, we’re lucky to stay air borne!!

The man: Damn you Fox!!!

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(Ending music)

Kit: (on phone to his base) Sylven, if you get this BV is attacking us, they’ll probably go after the base, I don’t know who’s side you’re on, I hope its mine. Please even if you want me dead protect Foxxy. Because if she dies, I don’t know what I’ll do and I’ll never forgive you!

Sylven stands a few feet from the phone.

Sylven: Don’t worry Kit, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen, this base will not fall, and you better not either because I want to be the one who defeats you.

Ja Ne

(Outlaw star next episode music)


Foxxy: No one can fight back when struck down by Cupid’s arrow. Love cannot be concurred and we all fall victim to its sweet, irresistible, all encompassing embrace. Well its time for Kit and Allenby to finally lose big time, I know the plot has been as see through as water up until now, but prepare for it to get clearer! Next episode: Breaking The Fourth Wall! You better get ready!

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Friday, June 22, 2007

wrong again!
i am not the only person on here that likes wrestling, well actually i am, but i've encountered plenty of Vince's sheep that are huge fans on WWE and "sports entertainment," so i guess i am in some minority, but being as we are on a niche social networking site it seems kinda wrong to pick on people to for liking something like TNA, but then again i mock the followers of Vusso and MacMahon so i guess i'm no one to to talk to about acceptance.

i just got done watching a murder movie starring Christopher Eccleston, it was pretty good, except throughout the last half i knew they were going to kill him, so the fact that these bastards killed him kept it from being truly "Fantastic!" see these 3 brits find the fourth dude in their apartment dead, snd an assload of cash in a suitcase, so they decide to take the money and dispose of the body, which comes down to David [christopher Eccleston] cutting off the guy's feet and hands, beating his teeth out of his mouth and smashing his face in, then Alex [Ewan McGregor] burries him and they begin spending the money, well Juliet [Kerry Fox] and Alex, David thinks spending all that money will make them look suspicious. meanwhile we see some unsavory fellows torturing and finally killing a man. David begins living in the attic, guarding the money, and finally locking himself in after drilling holes all throughout the house to spy down through. he does all this because the act of cutting up the body drives him nuts. well the badder guys show up and assault Juliet and Alex, who tell them that the money is in the attic, as they go up David kills them and throws them out of the attic back into the living room, he leter disposes of the bodies like he did the first. its at this point the other two plot to kill David, but when Alex goes up to kill him he is already downstairs and holds Juliet captive, he and Alex almost kill eachother when he shallowly pokes Alex's forehead with a power drill, but Juliet breaks it up. When Alex goes to work the next day Juliet seduces David and it looks like they are the new group, especially after the bodies are discovred due to the shallowness of the grave Alex dug for the first guy. at this point the cops start to question them, seeming to know far too much for safety. David then tries to take off with the money while Juliet sleeps and Alex debates over wether or not to call the cops. Juliet wakes up and confronts David, but it still looks like they are leaving Alex alone, until David confronts Juliet on the fact she bought a single ticket to Rio, he thens hits her and Alex jumps him, the three of them struggle, 2-on-David, until David pins down and stabs Alex and Juliet stabs David through the throat, she then thanks Alex for doing the roight thing before pounding the knife in deeper with her shoe. the inspector find Alex the next day pinned to the floor and smiling, in a pan back you see the money under the floor boards and far off Juliet screaming as she found the suitcase full of newspaper clippings, they slide David's corpse into a locker while a voiceover of Christopher Eccleston talks about the importance of friendship and Alex laughs merrily. during the end credits they play up-tempo music and show the three laughing merrilly together, i thought it was a great movie "Shallow Grave," especially because i only watched it to see The Doctor, i didn't even notice that Obi Wan was in it, but then again i'm no big Lucas fan.

I finally beat the Elite 4, now i'm just limenting how long it tak0es to get a damn leaf stone, i want a Victreebel already, i can't really level weepinbell because i don't want it's stats to suffer anymore, so currently i'm just rotating my roster a lot, though Umbreon still sees most of the action, as it should at level 72, my strongest weapon by 11 levels, i don't want tpo max it outtoo fast, hence why i want to get a Victreebel, but that seems to be a far-off thing so i'm thinking of just buying another Eevee and raising a Jolteon for fun... except that needs a fucking stone too! damn it, why won't they let me through? i guess i swhould just help the stupid people so i can get my stones, why do i have to be such a good semeritan? i want to be a rogue, walk the twilight path like Riku, but no, i have to be all Sora up in this bitch, it's bullshit...

well i think i'll call bev now, see if she's homew, being as i can't call much later, you guys can visit her if ya want:


HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, June 21, 2007

is it a gift or a curse?
once again a comment has given me a good starting point for a rant, which i don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, being as most of you guys just dismiss my rants, which i usually do to people as well, but i do search for one thing they said i can talk about, but evangelizing should be left to the reverend Ted Haggard and NERV [though if he had the 9 Unit 05s i doubt people would be mocking him for the whole gay sex and meth thing.] i'd just like to say that i'd appreciate if you try a bit harder, but then again i'm getting more comments so i probably should just quit while i'm where ever the fuck i am now in the win/lose ratio.

but more over i say that professional wrestling is not fake, sports entertainment is. Vincent Kennedy MacMahon and his joke of a franchise is truly full of actors, many of which i think are actually mentally retarded. like Dave Batista for example, this man is so incoherent in his entertaining [superstars entertain, they don't wrestle] that i think dsecretly HE killed Eddie Guererro when he tried to elbow drop Eddie's ankle, the single funniest things i've ever seen, and landed on Eddie's knees with his injured ribs. he then tried to go for his powerbomb [after shaking the ropes and yelling like he's missing a chromosome] he picks Eddie up and trips, dropping him. the match finally ends when Eddie intentionally jumps over him and foreces himself to land "wrong" so retardo can win. that is possibly the stupidest and fakest match i've ever seen, except well...
1. Rey Mysterio sitting in the corner of the royal rumble for an hour and 3/4 nearly comotose with no one trying to eliminate him
2. Vince claiming he is God and Shawn micheal's then calling lightning down to strike Vince while the ports for the Pyro's are clearly visible.
3. Rey punching Big Show and hurting him
4. Randy Orton puncdhing Big Show and not hurting him
5. Any match involving Hulk Hogan
6. Ever match involving Dave Batista, John Cena, Rey Mysterio, or Simon Dean.
7. DX defeating chearleaders by the pure power of the "suck it" crotch chop.

yeah, that's about enough tearing into the fraud of a bad acting premoter, personally i think Paris Hilton should be the undisputed champion [put the two titles together again] her acting skills are pretty much the best out of anyone on the raw or smackdown roster. no, i speak of wrestling, Total Non-stop Action to be exact. oh yes, TNA actually employs wrestlers, not "super-stars" or "extremists" [serious Vince, "extermists," are they atheletes or suicide bombers?] WRESTLERS, and if you watch any X-Division match you'll see what i mean, these kids can actually pull of some great stuff, and Jeff Hardy could too, before he left, now he watches paint dry, literally last time i saw him [compelling storyline Russo, why don't you have the Undertaker have another black mass while you're at it?] no, these guys do great jobs, youtunbe it if you don't believe me, put in X-Division,Ultimate X, Senshi, AJ Styles or Samoa Joe and you'll see what i mean.

And no, i wasn't speaking of the once talented and former NWA champion [the original and most honored champisionship in professional wrestling, i don't know what the best "sports entertainment" title is, best actor?] Jeff Hardy, i spoke of Jeff Jarret, Double-J, The King of The Mountain, originator of the penis shirt , i speak of that man. His wife died, oddly the same day my DVD was stolen, maybe a grieving Jarrett fan stole it so he could wash away his sorrow in stolen Gundam Episodes. but even better is shortly after Jeff's wife died Vince faked his death, because he really does have no soul [or joints below the waist, just watch him walk, or however he moves, its just creepy.]

but in other news i'm almost done buffing levels in Gold version, [this sentance thus assuring you i in fact really am pathetic and without a life] which means soon i'll beat the Elite 4 and then the Kanto half of the game, i really don't know why i devote myself to these things, i guess i've got nothing better to do.

i can't call Bev tonight because her family thinks i'm keeping her up by talking to her for 5 minutes, so a schedule change on my part is due, i will now go to sleep earlier oin a show of love and devotion towards her, so i guess that was the one meaningful thing i'll say today.

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"Slap nuts!"

-Jeff Jarrett's shirt.

visit my beloved one, because really nothing is happening here anyway...



HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

how to put this...
first i'd like to say i consider the person this little bit of rant at a very good friend, so this isn't one of those "Fuck you! i hate you person who i used to like!" rants like i love seeing on all my old friend's sites, no this is more of a "you misunderst6and and it hurts a little." see in my MacMahon gang-rape "joke" i wasn't saying dephiling corpses is funny, nor is incest or sodomy, or any of the other non-main stream sexual practices i made references to. no, what i was mocking, or rather using humor to avoid a seething hate-rant about was Vince's uncanny ability to kick people when they are down, Jeff's wife dies, so vince decides to fake his death, as i joked as a solemn show of respect, because vince is a two faced bastard like that, for instance his wrestlers don't get off time, so if they want to see family they have to put them on contract and thus many wrestler wives are put on the payroll and are then fair game for vince to mock and humiliate, like Vicky Guererro for instance, involving her in anine storylines where she says she is sick of hearing about her dead husband, basically "i'm so over him!" and then ranting about how she is going to manage her nephew Chavo's career. so really if he'll force Vicky to verbally rape her dead husband, what would stop from making her physically do it? nothing but money and ratings [the only things he cares about] and both of those would go up if he did that. i mean look aqt what the other vince, vince russo comes up with for his ideas [russo is the head writer for WWE] the Rock trying to kill Hulk Hogan, there was that time they tried to make Eddie look like a child molestor towards his own bastard/astranged child, people bing fired then hired 20 million times, the undertaker has died like 40 times, Billy Gunn faking being gay, his manager looking like Wolverine with glitter paint on his face, GoldDust as a whole character, Nova from ECW being a weakling healthcare nut, the BoogeyMan... i could go on forever.

so in succinction of that i was mocking MacMahon and his creativly lacking insult towards Jeff Jarret, i really think this whole "i'm dead" thing was just a stab at Double J for leaving his disrespectful ass and basically building TNA into the competitor they are today. i respect Eddie Guererro and Jeff's wife, that's why i hate both vinces so much.

other than that i guess i can just rant about Pokemon, Beverly and Gundam some more... [you guys won the boring subject lottery]

Bev is officially better than me at everything, she has been playing for 20 hours and all her pocket dwellers are level 55+ most closer or past 60, i have been playing for 53 and so far my Umbreon is 65, Typhlosion is 60, Suicune is 55, Fearow 51, Bellsprout 37 and Beedrill 31, so yeah, she levels so much faster than me. i guess the +30 hours can be trying to evolve Eevee on time, finding Rock Smash and chasing Suicune, but still it shouldn't be THAT much time! she seems to surpass me at everything [i'm getting a real Kare Kano vibe here, or maybe SuperGALS, some shoujo fluff-fest] drawing, pokemon training, friends, talents, aspirations for the future, she is more cunning than me and has fans. i'm just so dull and unnoticed by anyone than her. her so hapy to have her, and if its my role to live in her shadow for eternity then fine, its worth it to be near her, but i really wish i had some damn skill i could be proud of in exception to somehow make this girl far outside my league love me. oh well, i guess i'll just keep whining into my blog like all the emos i mock, my saving grace in dignity is that i don't believe my fate is inescapable or unbarable [plus i have boku tachi no yukue to rock out to] i merely have the want to be better, [plus when my hair is in my eyes i see it as a problem, not a style] [also i dislike having the skin tone of milk] so i guess in revision i will kepp thrusting upon you all my gripes about how exceedingly average i am.

rightstuf will be sending me a new DVD pro bono, i will definatly have Destiny to look forward to next week, so i just have to line up dome stuff till then, maybe clean out the 2+ seasons of Doctor Who on my DVR, third season already started on the canadian station, so gets to see it early!

visit the exceptional one.


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Me: i believe that having a partner is great, a girl that if i get jumped will crack her knuckles and say "i'll take half!" life shouldn't be one long escort mission.

Dad: Scripturally it says its a man's job to protect his woman.

Me: then i'll consider this fluttering feeling of love in my heart my unemployment check.

- me v. my father, woman v. lady

HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

oh well...
i was hoping with the wide variety of jokes i made that at least one person would comment on each, but alas i suppose some of them were just too high of hopes, so i think i'll spend probably the majority of my post explaining some of the jokes, which of course makes them not-funny, but it shows either the dazzling power of my intellect or the depths of my bullshit, either one really is fine with me.

first off i'll state again that Umbreon's original japanese name is essentially "blacky" which sounds exceptionally racist, a friend of mine on here, the Otakuite Firekit, said "its good to here you got a Blacky." which sounded beautifully racist, t this point i figured i'd throw in some political humour in case sempai or some of the other sages came by, so i made a reference to Robert Byrd, vetran and well respected Democratic congressman, as well as a former Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, which really makes me laugh my ass of when i think about certain washed up rappers proclaiming our President's apathy towards those of negroid descent. i figured if any of the sages came by they'd get it, but alas the one that did made no comment on it, so i guess i shouldn't be trying to launch a coup against Bill Maher quite yet huh?

i also thought that there's be at least one WWE fan, or better yet, like me: ex-fan. but nope, i got no comment on my little tirade against Vincent Kennedy MacMahon. see he really did fake his death as part of the storyline of his abomination to sports and/or entertainment, he did this a couple days after his ex-employee Jeff Jarret's wife died! she was in her late thirties and died of cancer, so Vince thinks, "i could rip that off!" i thusly stated that for his next stunt he should come back as a zombie, stating he fell in love with [the VERY dead in real life] Eddie Guererro, then make Eddie's widow partisipate in a live orgy with her husband's corpse while vince rapes his son up the ass and then makes his daughter filate him immeadiatly after. i then referenced the openning scene of Clerks II by stating "You never go ass to mouth!"

i'm sure everyone is just as confused now as ever, so i guess i should try to think of an all-incompasing subject to end this on, thus insuring i get many comments, i guess i can state that i will try to get my DVD, again. i'm hoping that Rightstuf, in their ultimate awesomeness will give me a new one pro bono or at least at a reduced rate, and hopefully send it via a service that will not lose/steal my package. but i don't know if even the coolness of Rightstuf will be enough to give me a freebie DVD, i guess i can only hope i'll get the fucking thing, and by friday, if some other good shit happens too then i'll be quite happy.

Bev has to go to summer school becaudse between her mental not-so-strongness, passion for drawing and disintrest in school-work. so i don't get to talk to her at the normal time, i still get to talk to her before i fall asleep, and that always makes me really happy, feels like i can fall asleep with her next to me almost, when i hear her voice and squeeze my weeny dog [i seem to me able to ignore the fur]. its getting close to the time when i go to visit her, so i guess i won't have to imagine much longer for a while, that will be really nice. i can't wait to do all things i've dreamed of all my life, to snuggle with her, to hold her, to feel her body against mine, i really want to feel what breasts are like [man was that a hard one to spit out, i really need to kill whatever modesty isw left in me DIE MODESTY!] and i really want to have my first kiss, because its pretty sad that i'll be having my little milestone at the age of 17, i guess i'm just that pathetic.

oh well, no matter how sad my existance is my beaner still loves me, she just called me to tell me so, so i'm really happy, no matter how fucked up my Anime trading is, or how flat my jokes fall, she still lovbes me, and in fact loves me for my wierd and patheticness, so i'm good for life as long as i have her.

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"I'm not special, i lived too long and i'm sorry."

-world's oldest man.

visit my beloved's dumbass


HAIL ZEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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