perty good! but i was supposed to go to the slipknot concert last nite but joey jordanson broke his leg so it wuz cancled... D: sadness but i did get the new skillet cd so thats a plus! its so amazing!!! i love the song awake and alive so great cuz i love teh violin and cello in it and there recorded in their cd so i wuz very muchly excited wen i heard it!! biggrin
haha i haven't played zomg fer a while and yesterday i wuz leveling up for like 3 or 4 hours!
dude that is so awsome that ur trying to put 100 items on ur avi!! lol i never have enuf patience to sit on here to collect enuf gold to acctually get anything good razz but i did play zomg fer awhile so im kinda farish in that but i shud really level up more so that i can go into the pond lake world thinger so yahs...
FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL NAMED RUTH WAS SITTING AT HOME EATING TACOS WHILE BABYSITTING HER BROTHER WHILE HER PARENTS WERE OUT GETTING DRUNK.ITS 900 SO SHE PUTS HER BROTHER TO BED AND HE FALLS ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY.SHE WATCHES TV AND AT 127am THE PHONE RINGS.SHE PICKS IT UP AND A VOICE THAT SOUNDS ERIE.HE SAYS SOMETHING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE THAT SHE CANNOT UNDERSTAND SO SHE JUST HANGS UP.AND LATER ON AT ABOUT 313 THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN.THE SAME VOICE COMES ON THE PHONE HE SAYS CHECK YOUR BROTHERS ROOM!! AND SHE SAYS WHO ARE YOU AND WHATS YOU PROBLEM??THEN SHE HANGS UP.SHE GETS SCARED AND GOES AND CHECKS HIS ROOM JUST IN CASE.SHE OPENS THE DOOR AND SHE SEES HER BROTHER HANGING FROM THE CLOSET DEAD!!!SHE CALLS THE POLICE AND THEY COME RIGHT OVER.THEY DO THE WHOLE INSPECTION THING AND SHE GOES TO COURT AND THE JUDGE FINDS HER GUILTY OF FIRST DEGREE MURDER OF HER BROTHER PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD.SHE WAS SENTENCED TO LIFE IN PRISON.THIS IS NO JOKE ITS A TRUE STORY OF A DEAR FAMILY IN FORK CITY, UTAH.SHE HAUNTS THOSE WHO DO NOT RE-TELL HER STORY AS SHE THINKS THAT ITS THEM WHO MURDERED HER DEAR BROTHER.IF YOU DO NOT SEND THIS TO 15 PEOPLE IN THE NEXT 313 MINUTES SHE WILL APPEAR AT YOUR BEDSIDE AT 313 AND TORCHER AND HANG YOU JUST AS IT WAS DONE TO HER BROTHER.I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A JOKE ITS REAL AND THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR DISBELIEF IN THE DEATH OF PELSWICK OSWALD THE THIRD.REPOST THIS AS IM HELLA SERIOUS ABOUT THIS I REALLY AM SO PLEASE SEND THIS
you need to read this story...It's really really good...It's written by the man I consider my mentor, Tobias
Legacy of the Dark Ones
Prologue
Tobias arose early that night, willing his body from his resting place beneath the ground. He didn't sleep beneath the soil as did most of his kind. He had simply created a chamber for himself beneath the earth to rest in the womb of the Great Mother and recouperate his great strength. He no longer was a vampire, not in the sense of the kind he had been born into. He was different, his story as ancient as the stories of his birthplace, Atlantis. Yet he rose every day, aware of the world and that he had no place within it. Even the vampires had a symbolic place in the world, curtailing the rising threat of human over-population. Their Councils controlled their kind from overfeeding and causing an inbalance to the world. Yet him, he had no place within the world except for the goal he awoke to each day.
To hunt.
He rose quickly, opening a hole in the earth above him and flying out into the main part of his house. Three-thousand square feet, his house was luxurious with everything he needed and could ever want. Yet he was alone, and nothing could fill the emptiness that existed within him. None of the luxuries he had would ever keep him occupied enough to block out the cold truth that he was a killer, a destroyer, and his existence was a black stain on the fate of the world. Prince of Darkness, he'd been called. It was true, he guessed. No one in the dark realms would ever match him in power, and no one would ever outmatch his deceptive nature.
Sighing, he moved to the east part of the house and walked out onto the wrap-around balcony. He drew in a deep breath, scenting the air and realizing, as he always did, that he felt nothing, no fleeting depression, no feelings of real longing, just a cold emptiness that was his core. The only thing he ever really felt was hatred, but only of himself. He hated himself for what he was and what he was called on daily to do. With his powers, he could rule this realm, not just this planet. He was feared by many as the Avitar of Death. Yet he was not allowed, not yet, not until he finished his mission.
Taking a deep breath, he took to the air, flying fast and high, his vision so keen that he could focus in on anyone or anything. He could see a small beetle miles away. He could feel the energy of the city teeming with life, yet he could also feel the energy of the Dark Ones. Vampires ran rampant through the city, yet they were nothing compared to the Dark Ones. They were vile creatures bent only on destruction, whether they be human, vampire or another form of creature. And they changed everything they bit. They were the demonic undead...
...and he was their Prince.
Chapter 1: the Trap
Tobias landed in the middle of the city, his presence invisible to all but the most advanced senses. He was in the city square, the tall metal and glass buildings rising high around the small vestige of nature left standing in the city of filth. The Square was just that, a city block near the center of the city that had been made into a park, with trees scattered around, a man-made stream of purified water flowing down the middle. Two planted maze bushes were on either tip of the block, a tourist attraction if he'd ever seen one, but still fun for the young ones who still ventured out this far from their homes. It was one of his most frequented places because of this fact. Children were most preyed upon for their usually untainted souls.
He wasn't there long before he heard the telltale sounds of trouble. He felt a ripple flow over his skin, a definite sign of the presence of a Dark One. He was used to the urge to change to his true form, which instictively kicked in when a Dark One was nearby, having dealt with the urge for years now.
Tobias settled down to earth and leaned against a tree nonchalantly, waiting. A few momen
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