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Want a lyrical sex!
Jan. 11th, 2007 11:54 amI am the horseman
I'm mentally mad
I am a super sharp shootah
Sittin on a roof top;
My name is MC H, I got the big breaks
And the bass
One, two, check
It's a mixture rough to the core
Through the texture
Come and get a taste of the fixture
Yeah...
Yea-ea-ea-ah
Yea-ea, I feel hardcore
Yea-ea-ea-ah
Yea-ea, always hardcore
Yea-ea-ea-ah...
I'm mentally mad
I am a super sharp shootah
Sittin on a roof top;
My name is MC H, I got the big breaks
And the bass
One, two, check
It's a mixture rough to the core
Through the texture
Come and get a taste of the fixture
Yeah...
Yea-ea-ea-ah
Yea-ea, I feel hardcore
Yea-ea-ea-ah
Yea-ea, always hardcore
Yea-ea-ea-ah...
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Jan. 5th, 2007 07:11 pmY'know, it's really goddamn irritating when I wait 20 minutes in a queue of 300 people to get into my server, and when I finally get in, Robert picks up the phone and calls somebody, thus disconnecting my wireless, forcing me to rejoin the queue again, which has oh-so-mercifully jumped to 450 people.
Free goddamn transfers, Blizz. Free goddamn transfers. I'm sick of having to wait in these rediculous lines EVERY NIGHT.
Free goddamn transfers, Blizz. Free goddamn transfers. I'm sick of having to wait in these rediculous lines EVERY NIGHT.
Mah Naku fiction.
Mar. 2nd, 2003 03:14 pmI'ma write stuff. Tis kinda what happens after what happens in this pic.
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Corinne sat huddled in the corner of her damp, murky cell. Part of her was afraid for her life. Who were these people? Why did they attack our village? What do they want from us? What are they capable of?
The other half struggled to convince herself that had they planned anything horrific for her, they would have done it already. It had been a week since they brought her in, and the only visitors she got were the guards and the bat who captured her.
She ran her fingers through her fur. It felt dry and hard to her touch. The diet of bread and water was already taking its toll on her. Her stomach ached from malnutrition and her muscles throbbed from lack of exercise. The dullness of her living quarters were beginning to drive her crazy.
She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head against them. What she would give to see her friends right now. Lance, Milo, Sri, anyone. Even Phineas, who never failed to irritate her. She thought of the good times they'd had together: forming the community with Milo and Lance, playing games on sunny afternoons, exploring the forest near the village... Then it hit her that she might not ever experience such things again. A wave of fear and dispair rushed over her. She now, more than ever, was hoping she'd come out of this alive.
Her contemplations were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. Someone was coming to see her. Was it the guard who brought her her food, who always uttered a spiteful remark as he passed? Was it the other guard who threw stones at her through the bars? (She rubbed the shoulder a rock had grazed over. It'd stopped bleeding, but it still ached a little.) Or was it...
"Hello again, heathen."
It was. It was the mauve-colored bat who'd cornered her in the forest. Of the three visitors she ever got, he was the one she'd most want to see, even if it was only because he displayed the least amount of spite for her.
He sat on the bench opposite her cell and stared in at her. His glare was cold and hostile. She shifted her posture in discomfort.
"What is it you want?"
He rested his head on his palm.
"I want to know what motivates the cruelty of your kind, pagan."
She stared at him, baffled.
"What? What do you mean?"
He scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me. It doesn't suit you." He paused a moment, continuing on when her puzzled expression failed to dispurse. "You and your kind. Your village. Your horde. Do you get some sort of kick out of it? Does it boost your pathetic egos to some sort of demented apex?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words to say. She rubbed her eye with her fist and looked back at him, frowning in confusion. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about. What is it you think we do?"
"You liar! Don't pretend you aren't aware of the havoc you've caused!!" He pounded his fist into the bench. The echo of his voice filled the hallway numerous times. "Don't pretend you know nothing of what you've done to my kind! What you've done to my family! What you've done to ME!! Such actions are completely inexcusable!! You deserve every act of vengeance we commit upon you!!! Every..!!!"
He turned his head a moment. She could see the pain in his eyes he was trying to hide. His words were still making no sense to her. She felt the anger of frustration slowly die within her, the feeling being replaced by a form of empathy. But wait, why was she feeling empathetic towards her enemy, her captor? She couldn't understand why. Why...
She stood up and sat on the bench they'd claimed was her bed. Through the bars she exchanged his gaze. They sat and stared at each other for several moments-- moments she swore lasted an hour each.
"Listen, okay? Just slow down, now. I don't know what you're talking about," she said seriously. "Tell me. Tell me what happened. What happened to you and your family?"
He hesitated a moment, apparently considering whether he delve out such personal information to one he considered the root of all evil. He looked at the ground, closed his eyes in contemplation, and looked back up at her. She folded her hands into her lap and listened intently.
Okay, it's taken me an hour to write this, and I'm getting kinda worn out. LoL, I have more to add, if anybody cares, but I gotta take a break first.
This is probably the first serious bit of fanfiction I've written in five years. I'm expecting myself to suck. I find that when I write, my conversations between characters are abnormally short. I have hard times writing monologues. Maybe it's cuz I lack any real social skills. :P Whatever. I had fun writing this.
~~~~~~
Corinne sat huddled in the corner of her damp, murky cell. Part of her was afraid for her life. Who were these people? Why did they attack our village? What do they want from us? What are they capable of?
The other half struggled to convince herself that had they planned anything horrific for her, they would have done it already. It had been a week since they brought her in, and the only visitors she got were the guards and the bat who captured her.
She ran her fingers through her fur. It felt dry and hard to her touch. The diet of bread and water was already taking its toll on her. Her stomach ached from malnutrition and her muscles throbbed from lack of exercise. The dullness of her living quarters were beginning to drive her crazy.
She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head against them. What she would give to see her friends right now. Lance, Milo, Sri, anyone. Even Phineas, who never failed to irritate her. She thought of the good times they'd had together: forming the community with Milo and Lance, playing games on sunny afternoons, exploring the forest near the village... Then it hit her that she might not ever experience such things again. A wave of fear and dispair rushed over her. She now, more than ever, was hoping she'd come out of this alive.
Her contemplations were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. Someone was coming to see her. Was it the guard who brought her her food, who always uttered a spiteful remark as he passed? Was it the other guard who threw stones at her through the bars? (She rubbed the shoulder a rock had grazed over. It'd stopped bleeding, but it still ached a little.) Or was it...
"Hello again, heathen."
It was. It was the mauve-colored bat who'd cornered her in the forest. Of the three visitors she ever got, he was the one she'd most want to see, even if it was only because he displayed the least amount of spite for her.
He sat on the bench opposite her cell and stared in at her. His glare was cold and hostile. She shifted her posture in discomfort.
"What is it you want?"
He rested his head on his palm.
"I want to know what motivates the cruelty of your kind, pagan."
She stared at him, baffled.
"What? What do you mean?"
He scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me. It doesn't suit you." He paused a moment, continuing on when her puzzled expression failed to dispurse. "You and your kind. Your village. Your horde. Do you get some sort of kick out of it? Does it boost your pathetic egos to some sort of demented apex?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words to say. She rubbed her eye with her fist and looked back at him, frowning in confusion. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about. What is it you think we do?"
"You liar! Don't pretend you aren't aware of the havoc you've caused!!" He pounded his fist into the bench. The echo of his voice filled the hallway numerous times. "Don't pretend you know nothing of what you've done to my kind! What you've done to my family! What you've done to ME!! Such actions are completely inexcusable!! You deserve every act of vengeance we commit upon you!!! Every..!!!"
He turned his head a moment. She could see the pain in his eyes he was trying to hide. His words were still making no sense to her. She felt the anger of frustration slowly die within her, the feeling being replaced by a form of empathy. But wait, why was she feeling empathetic towards her enemy, her captor? She couldn't understand why. Why...
She stood up and sat on the bench they'd claimed was her bed. Through the bars she exchanged his gaze. They sat and stared at each other for several moments-- moments she swore lasted an hour each.
"Listen, okay? Just slow down, now. I don't know what you're talking about," she said seriously. "Tell me. Tell me what happened. What happened to you and your family?"
He hesitated a moment, apparently considering whether he delve out such personal information to one he considered the root of all evil. He looked at the ground, closed his eyes in contemplation, and looked back up at her. She folded her hands into her lap and listened intently.
Okay, it's taken me an hour to write this, and I'm getting kinda worn out. LoL, I have more to add, if anybody cares, but I gotta take a break first.
This is probably the first serious bit of fanfiction I've written in five years. I'm expecting myself to suck. I find that when I write, my conversations between characters are abnormally short. I have hard times writing monologues. Maybe it's cuz I lack any real social skills. :P Whatever. I had fun writing this.
