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| 29 Nov 2011 11:37 PM |
>"You can give links in 'Description', you just have to describe it in text, also."
Sorry, this is a reference to the CS I usually use. |
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banshee7
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| 29 Nov 2011 11:46 PM |
(Joining)
"I am Robert." I sense my own heart beat. I can sense my own fear. My subconcious memory takes over and I see that this is in fact true. "I am Robert Jackel." I see my heartbeat increase. No... Then who am I? Am I simply 'Robert'?
I ask many questions of my subconscious.
I cry.
I run. I run so fast the world melts behing me and the wind begins to slowly stain my face red over time. My legs are in control and I run so I know that I believe I can run away and keave my mind behind, a question I had not asked myself. I can read my heartbeat with my mind, I can sense my health, my honesty, mood, and down to the DNA, my identity, my nameless-other-than-a-simple-'Robert' identity. So I run. I run beside the blood stained river and don't need to look in it's red reflections to see my shadowy black hair and my green eyes. I see 14 years in the old cells of my body. I see lies...
Too many questions. If my heartbeat is based on my subconsious, I can ask myslef questions of the past. If only I knew what to ask? Yes or no only. And in the form of a statement. But it's worthless trying because in my mood I know it will block out my belief. I have to believe it's real if I want to know the truth. So I keep getting lies.
Hundreds and hundreds of airborne red lies. My face turns bloodred, as it becomes covered in lies..... |
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john826
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| 30 Nov 2011 02:43 AM |
(Id like to join aswell, very interesting)
"Im Jack, but most people call me Mr.Cuddlesworth"
I look around to get a lay of the land.
"Huh, I guess just 'cuss the worlds gone to hell, dont mean I have to"
I give myself a little chuckle, surrprising that even in these dark times, he can find the will to joke, he always was one to laugh in the face of the worst of times.
"Or, maybe, I dunno, I always did want to just let things go, and go COMPLETLY insane"
I take a moment to look at my stained clothe, it was black as pitch, to think only moments ago, it was white, the blood had soiled his shirt, and as he breaths, his lungs. But he didnt know it, he was to worried of what to come, but also what was now, not only those, but of what of the past?
"Uhhhh, I hate the taste of blood."
I kept on walking in the blooded wastes, of what has used to be a place to call home. |
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lolcake27
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| 30 Nov 2011 03:45 AM |
| random post!!!!!! banana! donkey!!! light bulbs! |
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| 30 Nov 2011 09:15 AM |
(... )
(New rule, spam/trolling is reported instantly.) |
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lolcake27
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| 30 Nov 2011 09:32 AM |
| did my one just count cause if it did then sorry. |
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| 30 Nov 2011 09:35 AM |
| (No, I did not report you, but it will happen next time.) |
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| 30 Nov 2011 10:42 AM |
(Mr. Cuddlesworth, lawlz.)
Staring into the mirror, wasn't a way to start your day...Atleast, not with me. My silver hair flowed down to my knees, looking like the color of the moon reflecting on black water. My eyes two different colors, two colors in each one...My left eye, a blood red, with black teardrops...My right eye orange with white swirls. I had scars, not figurative, but real...They scattered across my face, giving me color to my pale-dead skin. I mumbled to myself in my monotone voice, "Your a creature...Juniper...A puppet master." I see people as puppets, a person with strings. I lift those strings, making them do what I want, when I want it. You could see me almost playing with air, pulling the unreal puppet strings, when the person in front of me is acting out as I pull their little strings. Just a focus into their eyes, could send me into their life...Giving them nightmares, or dreams. I never was happy about this, never showed my fears, my emotions....I was scary. I was quiet, I always had that neutral expression...The one keeping me from the world. I turned around, and pulled my black hood over my head, and brushed off my cloak, before I walked outside onto the streets...A street with puppet strings...Fit for a puppet master. |
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| 30 Nov 2011 05:30 PM |
I breathe in deeply, finding comfort in the corner of the room. The room, it did not belong to me, nor was the house familiar. Yet, I had been drawn to it. I knew not how the small home had seemed so comforting. The house was empty, and clearly belonged to a family lacking wealth. Furniture appeared to be a rarity in this house, and it seemed they had prided themselves upon the many pictures of their family on the wall.
So many pictures. It was nice. To see such a loving family.
It was sad to think that they were all dead. Even their children. Their bodies were probably face down in a gutter, soaking like a sponge in their own pooling blood.
What a shame.
I shuddered as I thought of the other bodies. So.. ugly. The world, the world was just so hideous. The filth of the world, it seemed so clear to me now. Everyone's lies. Their hatred. Their utter disgust. I could feel it all. It filled me. Such an grotesque feeling. It was as if I fed off of their negative energy, until I felt all their hatred. I was ashamed and afraid of my own self.
The end. It had changed me. I dared not to leave homes very often, as it seemed when I went outside, the dead energy of others would fill me. It would make me strong, but only with despair. If I stayed inside too long, I would grow weak until I was forced outside.
It was frightening.
I hardly move. I don't trust myself. I don't know how I have changed, and I'm too scared to find out what else had changed about me. I felt completely different. As if I had shed the emotions, memories, and the mere being of myself. I was long lost in the ruins of the Earth. I know there is only more to come. I know I am destined to find more about myself, as I had become a new person with the rebirth of the Earth.
The end had come for both the Earth and who I had once been, Jessica Tresstire. As the Earth would rebuild, I would as well, by my new name of Hope Rendess. |
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| 30 Nov 2011 11:29 PM |
| (god damn. I just spent a half-hour writing my first post, and then accidentally deleted it.) |
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lolcake27
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john826
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| 01 Dec 2011 06:31 AM |
| (If anyone know what "Mr.Cuddlesworth" is a refrence is to, you win at the internat) |
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| 01 Dec 2011 08:35 AM |
(Mr.Cuddlesworth? Are you refering to the strange monster thing from that one video game, or the crazy person on facebook?)
(Yeah. I'm an internet ninja.) |
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dudeguy12
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| 01 Dec 2011 08:42 AM |
| (I have a feeling he's talking about My Little Pony...) |
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dudeguy12
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| 01 Dec 2011 08:48 AM |
| (I would join Evil, but I can only participate from 9:00 AM-2:00 PM.) |
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dudeguy12
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| 01 Dec 2011 09:31 AM |
| (I was suspended from school...) |
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| 01 Dec 2011 09:31 AM |
| (And your on the computer? lolwut?) |
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