Tuesday, August 23, 2005

have u ever?
sometimes i stare up at the stars at night. the thing is when i do it outside my house, like sitting in my driveway, i start getting dizzy. sometimes it gets so bad that i fell like im going to fall up! it might sound stupid, but my thinking is, what if im upside down? whats stopping me if im ouside? cuz there is really just air above u. so a lot of the time i go back onto the porch until i get normal again lol. i think too much lol
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sorry part six is so freaking long!
“I don’t understand why people love nature so much. It’s annoying. And it’s ruined my boots.” Eve lifted her foot to show Blanco the damage done to her leathers.
I actually liked that pair. Damn. Hey! I know!
Blanco crouched while nudging her legs apart with his nose and then rose to full height beneath her.
“Okay. Good idea. One. You should have done it before my clothes got trashed. Two. Don’t get comfortable with the idea of being between my legs.”
His head lowered. And it seemed like such a good idea.
“Stop being such a baby, babe,” her hands reached for his ears “,These will be perfect for steering. Now if I pull right,” she yanked to the right and Blanco went with it. “Good boy.”
Good idea. Heh. How could I be so dumb. Oh well, next time I’ll know better.
The carriage had become useless several miles back. The horses where just not able to step through such dense foliage and low hanging branches. Effelio had almost snapped his ankle in a snake hole.
“One more thing. If you dare shift to your naked, penis packing human form while down there, I will make you my sister.”
The image of the blade flashing by his crotch entered his mind. I hate that knife. But I don’t know why she hates the forest so much. It’s quite peaceful to be out here like this. Everything is so green and pretty. Not like the city where every corner has some dying pauper. Just me, Eve, and the world. Life is good.
“Blanco, I have a question for you. Wait, let me get off be fore you shift.”
You don’t have to get off. Heheeh.
“Why is it that silver hurts a werewolf so badly?”
Oh. That question.
Once he had a normal mouth “, That is one of the most common questions I get.”
“I figured it would be.”
“Okay, everything has an opposite, I mean, for the sake of the argument, just go with that idea.”
“Right. I’m with you.”
“Werewolves began a long time ago. As you know, so did all other kinds of were creatures. At the time of our creation, silver somehow came to mean the opposite of our existence. Water and fire, light and dark, were and silver.”
“Very mythological, Blanco. Could you make this slightly more interesting.”
“Yes, I can talk to someone who cares about what I have to say.”
“Don’t be like that you wuss, I’m just messing with you.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t even see why you half to ask me this. Your parents sh-”
“If you’ll remember, I only know who my parents are. Past that, I know nothing about them, and I’ve learned nothing from them. So I don’t know all the rules and protocol that come with our non-human kind.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I-”
“Shut up,” and then she was moving through the brush far faster than Blanco could ever hope to match.
Damn it. I have to learn to watch my mouth. Might as well start walking. Humpf. Nature doesn’t seem so great anymore. Man it’s hot. No way I’m switching back to wolf form. The heat would kill me, so now I have to walk through a jungle or whatever this is by myself, in scorching heat. Greattttt.
A pool of water became visible a few feet away.
Water!!! So thirsty. So thristyyyyyyyy.
He dove through the air and landed in the pool.
So cold. Whoaaa.
Now once again out of the water, he simply splashed it on to his face to cool himself.
“Gggrrrrrrrr.”
Deep, throaty growling sounds are never good. In my life at least.
A bear stood up and pushed down the two trees next to it.
Now I know that ain’t a normal bear. Oh I get it.
“Hi, Vaughn.”
The colossal animal slumped it’s shoulders, rippled and became a man of rather large stature. “You could at least pretend to be afraid, Kraken.”
“Wrong, fool. My name is Blanco now.”
“I see, that women that I smelled all over you has really done a number on your manhood! HAHA! At least I hope that’s a woman I smell on you!”
“I’ve missed you so much, Vaughn. What did I ever do without you?”
I enjoyed life, that’s what.
“Oh no, now the perfume wearing pup is hitting on me. Your left hand not enough for you?”
Ok, now let’s get to it.
Blanco was up and moving from the water with his hand balled into a fist. Vaughn made no motion to dodge the attack, but his paw came up in a counter.
The @$%#, how does he have a paw in huma-
The paw made contact with the side of Blanco’s face, and sent his head bouncing off of a trunk.
Wow, that was amazing.
“How did you do a partial morph? And faster than a true morph.”
“Pretty impressive, huh? So you really want to know?”
“No, I just like asking questions to the air. It’s good practice for when I give a woman another chance to reject me.”
“As pessimistic as ever I see. Here’s your answer, Blancto.”
“It’s Blanco!”
“Yeah sure, whatever. Shut up and listen when you ask a question. So I’m talking to the leader of my tribe, and he starts retelling the story of how all weres get their power from their particular totem,” Blanco was still rolling around on the ground holding his head and moaning “, and of course I start to get bored, cause we’ve all only heard the story more times than we’ve blinked. And then it hits me, where do the totems get their power from?”
“From the animals they represent,” and he stabbed his finger at a bird sitting up in a tree.
“Right, that’s the old dogma. But how does the totem do it? How does it take the abilities of an animal, and transfer them to a person?”
Blanco stopped massaging his head for a second to think. “I don’t really know the answer to that. I’ve just always taken it for granted that it happens.”
“Exactly. So I asked my chief, and he just smiled at me, and told me to go the mountains a few days travel from our village. I get up there, and I find a cave to sleep in for the night, and this bear comes out of nowhere.”
“Hhmmm. Why does that seem familiar?”
“Haha. So anyway, I start to morph, and it fails. I mean completely, man. The obvious thought I have at that point is that I’m totally gone. But I put my hands up to fight anyway. And the bear talks to me, man! It talks to me!”
Blanco was finally able to get back up to a sitting position “, Vaughn, you remember that discussion we had about not eating the plants you don’t recognize? This is a perfect example of the things that could happen when you do eat them.”
“I suppose it was just the weeds when my paw smacked you half-way to the All-Totem.”
“I see your point.”
“So I’m talking to this bear, and it starts to tell me how to get a closer connection to the totem and therefore the animal itself..”
“Are you serious? I thought all wears had already achieved the highest level of connection possible?”
“Apparently not. The bear I was talking to was the very avatar of the bear totem.”
“You were talking to Slief the Titan. Totem of Strength.”
“That’s right. And he told me a little secret.”
“What was it? You have to tell me.”
“Uhh. That’s the thing man. I can’t.”
“You mean you don’t remember.”
“Yeah. That would be what I mean.”
“H- How did you mana-I mean,” Blanco fell back on to the ground with his hands raised. Okay Ur, violence isn’t the only way you can kill me. A heart attack will do it just fine.
“I think I know how you can talk to your totem though, man. So have a little faith in your friends.”
“Alright, then tell me.”
Leaning forward, Vaughn said “,Get off your lazy behind, find your chief, or maybe even mine. Take the time to ask them how, and have them tell you where to go to find out.” The smile across his face was incredibly pleased.
If he didn’t have a few extra moves, I’d kill him. Maybe not kill him, but hurt him severely. I would fell a whole lot better.
“I know what you’re thinking, Blanco.”
“Really? Then where was I going to stick the knife? Hmmmm?”
“Well, I might have been a little bit off as to what you were thinking. But, my point was going to be that it wasn’t really my fault that I forgot.” Blanco gave him a wide eyed stare which resembled being frightened to death. “Calm down, man. It’s alright. I think Slief wiped my memory of what he told me, cause if I’d just forgotten, I don’t think I’d be able to partial morph.” His hand waved three times, and then it was a paw again.
“Okay, Vaughn. It’s been nice talking to you,” Blanco unsteadily stood up, his head had stopped bleeding now “,but I have to go now. You see that woman you smell all over me will be expecting me to catch her and beg for forgiveness any second now.”
“Are you gonna beg?”
As he walked away, Blanco turned and said “,If she doesn’t cut my mouth off first.”

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Monday, August 22, 2005

bushido baby!!

You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.

Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile


What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
brought to you by Quizilla

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todays what if
how do u think the world would be different if i was all of the water on the planet. same personality and intelligence and all that other stuff, but my body is all of the water on the planet. well, not the water ppl go to the bathroom in and stuff like that, cuz that would just be horrible, id have to kill myself or something. lol. i cant wait for the answers on this one lol!
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my favorite band
ok pplz, tell me if u recognize these lyrics!!
is this the real life? or this just fantasy? cought in a land slide, no escape from reality.

no theyre not familiar? then i just want u to know...u suck a lot. jk. once again, i feel like an outsider lol
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Sunday, August 21, 2005

it turns out im a nazi holy crap

The Foot Soldier Achtung! You are 61% brainwashworthy, 4% antitolerant, and 47% blindly patriotic

You're evil exactly, but you still would've joined the army. Driven by STRONG patriotism and a willingness to do what your country asked, you would've stepped right up to the platz for the AXIS POWERS. The sad fact is: while you're not self-centered, you are are an enthusiastic nationalist, malleable like so much half-dried glue, and ready to follow zee rules. Unfortunately, you're not cynical enough to tell when you're being manipulated. You probably have a violent itch that needs scratching anyhow, so why ask questions? Conclusion: Born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would've supported the Nazis militarily while turning a blind eye to their 'civilian' programs.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 93% on brainwashworthy You scored higher than 0% on antitolerant You scored higher than 63% on patriotic

Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

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part five of the life of the great white wolf
“So you two are responsible for the capture of Crool, the Insatiable Darkness?,” asked the king with an odd look on his face.
“Of course. I am a woman, after all.”
Eyeing her greedily, the king said “,That is true. If these old eyes have ever seen a woman, you are one.”
“So how much was that reward again?,” she said ignoring his comment and the staring.
“I still do not see how it is possible that you alone defeated his forces and captured him.”
A guardsman in full armor stepped up to the throne and leaned towards the king. The king turned his head, presenting his ear. A few whispered words passed between them, and the king gave a look of sudden understanding.
“This is obviously a trick. I severely doubt that man’s identity. If he is Crool, prove to me you were capable of capturing him and of dispatching his men,” his face was radiant with the confidence which accompanies ignorance.
“Blanco, deal with his guards.”
“Hahahah! That dog is going to take on all of us? You’re insane.”
Ohhh, you’re first.
Fangs came out, and Blanco lunged forward. The guard brought up his spear with commendable grace and speed, but it was not nearly good enough. Tear. Rip. Shred. And the guard was on the ground and his blood was on the walls.
“It’s not a dog, it’s a demon!!,” cried one sweaty, shaking fighting man. His spear pointed towards Blanco.
I get the feeling you’re number two. Heheheh!!
“Come on men, encircle and destroy. It’s just an animal!!!”
Obviously the captain. Should I skip to him now, or leave him for last. Blanco was across the room and amidst all of the guards by this time. I guess I got to choose now. Hhmmmmm. I like the taste of a cowards blood.
“CAPTAINNNN!!!,” was the last word out of the sweaty one’s mouth before it was taken off of his face.
Now they’re going to come as hard as they can. If I don’t want to have to heal a spear wound, I’m going to have to kill them especially fast. Ok, so the situation is first come, first to die.
Three spear tips all rushed for Blanco’s heart. Not one of them landed. One guard had gambled too heavily on Blanco’s body slowing his rush and lost his balance when his spear caught nothing but air.
YOUR TURN!!!
Fangs closed over the spear shaft and muscled the weapon out of the guards hands. The entire room filled with a ringing as the gold colored armor of the soldier hit the floor and slid.
Blanco lowered his head with the spear still in his mouth and began to run through the pack of guards, whipping his head to drive the spear tip into poorly protected legs. On the fourth impact, the shaft broke off in a leg.
Must have caught the bone. I’m goood.
The spearless protector was up and running for the door. “I’m sorry Captain, but I can’t
stay here. I don’t want t-,” the spear going through his armor cut his sentence short.
“Any man who runs will get the same!! Understand me men?!?,” shouted the man who was apparently the leader of the group. His armor had purple trimmings on the shoulders, and all of the men cringed in response to his threat.
“Yes, Captain,” was the unified answer.
I’ve enjoyed the show long enough. It’s time to get dangerous. The muscles in Blanco’s body thickened and grew in power. His entire form bulged out with the newly emanating strength. Thank Ur for full moons. Hey! That moon is Ur. Interesting.....
Four palace guardsmen still stood in between Blanco and the captain.
“Enough!!!”
Who? Oh, Mr. King.
“You have killed far too many of my men already. I believe you now.”
All but the Captain were pleased by this outcome. “My men and I are easily capable of dealing with some dog, My Lordship!”
Blur. Change. Harden. “If I were just some animal, I wouldn’t be here to tell you how much I like the taste of your soldier’s blood.”
“I’LL KILL YOUUUUUU!!!!!!”
And then his corpse hit the floor with a dagger protruding from one eye.
While she collected and cleaned the bloody blade, Eve spoke to the king,“I believe we are owed a reward of some sort. A certain jeweled, onyx falcon statue.”
“Yes. The statue. We feel that youuuuu misunderstood the reward.”
“What do you mean misunderstood?,” the anger in her voice caused all guards present to shield their faces and crotches from possible stabbing.
“Does nobody notice the fact that I have no clothes, and transformed from a wolf to a man? And that’s right! I said WOLF! Not DOG!,” was Blanco’s contribution to the discussion.
A new voice entered the conversation. “I know what you are, and I can explain what our fool of a king is too embarrassed to say.” A form stepped out of a pillar’s shadow. A dark purple cloak covered the features of the face, but could not hide the hunchback that rose higher than the figures head.
“I’m still nakeddddd!!!”
“Change back to a wolf and be quiet for a second, please,” said Eve with the very last of her patience.
He immediately did as he was told. And once as a wolf, he sat obediently by her side.
“Good boy,” her hand patted his head as he leaned in closer against her leg ”, Now you explain to me why I can’t have my falcon.”
“Done. The king doesn’t have it,” said the hunchback.
No words left Eve’s lips, but her face shifted to the one Blanco remembered from that night three years ago.
Oh god. She’s going to hurt me now. So much for my good boy treat. Maybe if I just slide away....
“Where do you think you’re going RAPIST!?!” Her hand locked around the scruff of his neck, and lifted his massive lupine form into the air.
His face was inches from hers. Please Ur, God, or whoever is listening, please let this work. He licked her face. See. I’m cute and cuddly. Don’t kill me!!!!!
“If I didn’t love you......OK. Since I’m not getting any statue, I better be getting half of this palace or your first born child.” Blanco was still suspended in air.
The now very nervous king spoke “, It is not our responsibility if you were not capable of comprehending our-our offer. Saygram, explain to this young-uh-lady what her reward will be.”
“Yessss. Why don’t you tell me Saygram. Or does Blanco here have to eat your throat, too.” She thrust Blanco in front of herself. His paw waved in a mock greeting.
Hi! My name is Blanco.
“While his eminence is not in possession of the falcon itself, he does own a map which will guide you directly to where the falcon is,” a hand came out of the purple cloak holding said map.
“Good enough. Give it to me now. And Blanco if you start humping my leg as a joke I swear!!!!!,” the hand holding Blanco released him and extended out take the map.
I’m free! I’m free! And alive! I’m goood.
Map in hand now, Eve turned for th door. “Let’s go Blanco.”
“Might I ask you a question?”
“What Saygram?”
“Are you pursuing the falcon for money or the legend that surrounds it?”
“I know it may sound crazy, but I believe that the falcon is capable of summoning the avatar of death.”

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how to make me

How to make a usfbeefburger

Ingredients: 1 part pride 1 part silliness 5 parts

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little lovability if desired!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

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I am very jealous

Your Deadly Sins

Envy: 60%

Sloth: 20%

Wrath: 20%

Gluttony: 0%

Greed: 0%

Lust: 0%

Pride: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14%

You will die a boring death. While dying, you will be jealous of those who die dramatic deaths.

How Sinful Are You?

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Saturday, August 20, 2005

part four

Thirty years later.

His furry head was laid out across her lap. Lightly dozing as the now well worn carriage bumbled across the road. Both horses had been replaced at least ten times now. Over the years they had been body guards, mercenaries, merchants, and vagrants.
“So how does my lap feel today ,Blanco?,” asked Eve as she patted his head.
“Woof.”
Sigh. “Could you try your human form. You know, so I can actually hold a conversation with you. I just realized I say that to all my boyfriends. Huh. Weird.”
Blanco stared up at her, but he did not even put in the effort to move his head. His light brown eyes focused on her face, which had only a few hours before been home to so much rage.
“I think we did rather well on this mission. How about you Mr. I can’t be beaten by some snot nosed girl and her dog?,” her head turning back to the gagged and bound prisoner they were about to deliver to the king they were currently working for.
“Mmfmffmf hfhmhhff!!!.”
“Gee. I’m sorry I can’t understand mumbly, I only speak ENGLISH!!!!!!”
Blanco’s head popped up over the seat just enough so that he could drool on to the feet of “Crool, the Insatiable Darkness.” Crool’s head drooped with disappointment over his current situation.
“I bet you never thought you’d be my dogs chew toy. How much money are you going to make us?”
Crool’s head sank all the way to his chest, and no more mumbling could be heard.
“Fine. Be that way. See if I care. Blanco, eat his shoes!!”
Blanco immediately snapped them off the feet of the half-demon warlord, and enthusiastically tore them to shreds. In the distance, the white gates of the town could be seen reflecting brightly in the sun.

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