The Columbine ShootingPeople cry for the victims whom died.
But only for the ones who were killed.
But why not the victims who committed SUICIDE?
Gamer Girl RapSitting here
Up at the top
I only got this spot cuz' i'm fucking hot
No one dare kills me because I might suck their dick
Doesn't even matter if imma bitch
No one cares about my negative KD
Who would care, i have a fucking pussy
I'm better than every girl because I play COD
When in all reality i'm just using my brother's fucking Xbox
Moan in the mic just to get nerd's on
Go on and on about the color of my thong
But no one will know the reality of me because I never mention
I'm only doing this for fucking attention.
Its a love thingSomeday I’ll be gone
And someday you won’t love me
Someday you’ll be gone and won’t bother to remember me
Someday you won’t love me
Someday you’ll be gone
And I’ll miss you when you’re gone
But until then you make me happy
Until then I’ll still smile
Until then I’ll feel love
Until then I hope you do too
Nothing can describe my love for you
Nothing can describe how much I like you
Nothing can describe how I feel for you
No matter the names I call you
No matter what I say
No matter what I do
I’ll love you until I’m gone
I’ve made mistakes
So have you
Together we’ve done so much wrong
But the right amount of right
No matter what people say, I’ll be here to stay
All the pretty girls
And all the gorgeous boys
Couldn’t compare to you
Couldn’t be you, will never be you
No one can make me happier than you
No one can make me feel more loved than you
No one makes me feel more belonged
Television- Prologue (An IZ Story)“Gir! Here, now!”, Zim called out, waiting for his little robot he received before leaving his home to conquer a little unknown planet. That little robot appeared before him with a small metallic hand to his forehead and his tongue sticking out.
“Gir, I have discovered that there is different dimensions other than our own.” Zim turned to the TV screen that lay before them in their own living room. “And I was also able to display those dimensions without going through them through television.”, Said him, with almost disgust. Gir looked at it with awe and gave out a long ‘ooooo’ and sat down on the couch that sat in front of the TV. “TURN IT ON TURN IT ON,” Said Gir excitedly, bouncing up and down. Zim let out an impatient huff, plopping on the couch and grabbed the remote that rested on the armrest.
With a touch of a button, the room filled with white noise and flickering motion of static filled the screen. The static retreated
I'm Ready for ThisI can feel the music surge through me
I can feel the goosebumps crawl across my skin
And my mouth go dry as I clench my fingers wanting to grasp onto something
My heart pounds faster
And time goes slower
And my face falls
I can feel the blood
Run down my wrist
Off my finger tips
As my heartbeat becomes fainter
And time seems to slow
A smile on my cracked lips
And a glint in my glassy eyes
I was ready for this the moment i lived
I'm ready for the moment I die
Something QuickThe darkness of the room, except for the neon colors, gave the room a rainbow-ish tint to it. You could feel the bass of the club on the other side of the door, the screeches of others having an awesome time and the moans of the one's who didn't care enough to get a room. The bump vibrated your body, and it gave you this feeling that was just like sex itself and the thrill was almost like a drug, but surprisingly enough you haven't taken any at this rave. Yet.
You look up at the raver girl that sat on your chest. Sweat clung to her body, and it gave her a wet look and a slight shine. Her neon-stained top was lifted to show off her breast and stomach. Juice from a glow-stick stained her body and gave her a rainbow glow, handprints covering her breasts and various markings on her stomach. Her body was covered with the neon juice, battle markings on her smirking face.
You didn't know her name, but she finally took off her shirt off fully. You were already naked and lying down on the soft
BS Round 1_Tina vs LukLuk stepped into the bright white light and shielded his eyes, letting his pupils slowly dilate and letting his senses adjust to his new surroundings. After putting his hand down he squinted at the bright horizon. Luk was standing on top of a cliff, where the cave mouth ended. The sun was close to setting and Nahara's four moons seem to appear beside the sun as it set. Oddly, the moons seemed to glow their colors as they appeared in the orange light. Mountains towered on the horizon, but clouds and sea mist made it fairly hard to see as well as the bright sun setting behind it, casting it off as a black shadow. As the waves made contact with the rocky cliff below Luk, he was sprayed with a soft mist of the sea water. Though it stung a bit, he stood unfazed, looking up into the green sky that had streaks of red and blue blazing across it. The moon's glowing colors of white, blue, gold, and red made the sun setting sky appear more spectacular. Cam came floating outside of the sparkling c
ShadowsIt was one of those nights where you simply don't want do anything. A lazy night, if you prefer. So lazy that Zim didn't bother to change the channel on the TV, or even take off his disguise. Too lazy to tell Gir to stop screeching like a howler monkey, even too lazy to call the Almighty Tallest. Yes, THAT lazy. Zim stared at the TV with tired eyes, the brightness of the screen and the scratchy lenses killing his crimson eyes.
His gloved fingers twitched, wanting to so badly to switch channels, the Crazy Monkey Show not exactly being his favorite thing to watch, considering it made Gir go crazy occasionally, like what's happening now. Zim's eyes slowly closed and he sighed, tuning out the TV and Gir, sliding down more into the couch, making his posture more painfully uncomfortable, but yet oh so comfortable.
"Gir, for Tallest's Sake, turn the TV down and stop screaming.", Zim said, crinkling his brow in frustration. Almost immediately, Gir gave a salute and obeyed, simply shutting of t
MarySue Test: Dev They are possessed by an angel
 They are possessed by a demon
 They are a werewolf/vampire/faerie
 They are physically strong
 They have a rare hair/fur color (skin?)
[X] Their eyes are an unusual color
 This happens to be red
 Their eyes change color
 They have wings
 They can grow extra body parts/shapeshift
 They are immortal
 (If a female) they have large boobs
 (If a male) they are very muscular
 They are very attractive to the opposite gender
 They are telekinetic/pyrokinetic/etc
 They have sixth sense/can mind-read/etc
 They have an object of some sort that gives them powers
 They have a special ability/power, but they don't know about it yet
 They were bestowed/cursed with these powers
 They are a healer
 They are from a very rich/royal family
 They don't know that they are from a very rich/royal background
[X] They have lost one/both of their parents
 They ran away from home
 Their parents are cruel, uncaring, abusive etc.
Event 2A: The Covert of DoverFebruary 8th, 1805
The HMS Lion arrives at the harbour of Dover, and Frobisher, Aodhan and their crews are quickly dispatched to the Dover Aerial Corps covert. While exhausted and somewhat discouraged by the past events, they will have to adapt quickly to their new lives.
After all, with a new covert come new opportunities!
Opportunities and Events:
First Lieutenant Johann Hutton is informed he is to replace Lieutenant Thompson aboard Aodhan. He is advised to meet the dragon and Captain Howell as quickly as possible.
The young dragon Seraphina, already stationed at Dover, will be trained up for the position of formation leader. She will also be honing her acid spitting skills with Aodhan, a more experienced Longwing and coincidentally, her sire.
Due to Aod
Event 2B: The Covert of CalaisExhausted but victorious, Periander, Moucheture and their crews return home. They expect to be received as heroes for their escape, but instead they come home to serious reprimands from their superior.
Opportunities and Events:
Where they expected their escape to give a boost to their career, the captains are instead disappointed when they are called to their superior officer and reprimanded severely for recklessness and thoughtless action..How will they respond? What will they plan to do next?
I'm willing to jump in and play NPC's, should it be necessary. Any other member who'd like to do so is welcome to!
Animated MarblesBy: Marisa Orland
Marble (Birth name Eva, but was given nickname due to her attachment to a sack of small shiny marbles she always carries around.)
Azeem (Marble’s best friend.)
Weirdo hood person/ copycat jerk face/ assy ass face (True name unknown to main characters, but other than the assortment of random high tense situation insult names they give him, they usually call him The Dark Breather.)
The young protagonist casually strolls along a beige sidewalk that is next to a thick forest. She has long shiny black hair,and fairly tan skin. She is sporting a flamboyant dragon sweatshirt and colorful leggings that look like armor. She keeps her hands in her pockets; a seemingly calm and relaxed position, but keeps looking over her shoulder, as if she suspects something, or someone.
Marble: (Whispers) C'mon assy ass face, where are you today?
(She keeps looking around, until she notices a rustling in the trees. She takes her hands out of pockets instantly, grabs th
The Gatekeeper of the Castle RuinsThe two had left the Snow Dunes of Bonegreed, succeeding after a battle with the Phantom of Ivory Line, the Host, and 9 Spectre Soldiers. The three beasts of Ivory Line have been defeated, which may have been partially the cause of the Sunlit Earth in Gaudi Kala. However, despite the sun finally gleaming on the snow in the Great Plains, there still is work to be done, in order for the sun to gleam the rest of Sephiroth.
The horse has taken them to the Fairy Forest of Blackened Roots, a massive widespread landscape of pine trees and trees without leaves. They say, at night, the forest glows from the fairies and pixies that guard the trees.The fairies are likely to be allies of the villagers who pass through. Any who threaten or harm the trees, will never be able to find a way out of the forest, until death. The horse cautiously trots through the forest as fairies spy on them from above. Salvator and Arthas look around, as a path brightens in front of them. The creatures of the forest ha
WITH A SHIVERING HEARTAt Yilishgar's plain and ascetic office. He has a large cup of tea on his desk ("just for the nerves"), a pen in his hand and a somewhat puzzled look on his face as Yaavut stands grinning wildly besides the desk, with a book about reindeer herding in her hands.
YAAVUT: It’s not hard: one broken heart, a couple of tears, a spoonful of longing or yearning - I’d pick yearning, it’s sounds more intense - and then, voilà, there it is.
YILISHGAR: Are you sure of this?
YAAVUT: Absolutely. Your succees is guaranteed. [sits on a chair next to the window, pretending to be reading her book]
YILISHGAR: Okay then… Should the broken heart be shivering or something?
YAAVUT: Oh yes. Make it shiver. Or even better: make it bleed
YILISHGAR: And those tears.. Oh damn, why does this have to be so embarrassing? [sigh]
YAAVUT: Well, you wanted to impress. What about the tears?
YILISHGAR: Should they be like… mixing wi
Day and NightIt swooped under the city, making it shake and tumble in it's wake; it engulfed it in darkness, heeding nothing but misery to it's residents as they panicked, their very world coming down to earth, crashing. The being was made of nothing but shadow; those who ventured to the sky and hid from the darkness were soon ripped down. Their world being erased as it formed with the earth once again; collapsing into the vegetation, soil, and stone. The talisman that once beckoned the sun and chased the dark away was destroyed on impact; the night would come once again.
Last Entry- Escape Log"Day 1,893. 3 days before my escape, and their extinction. My 1,893 days of being enclosed in this prison has been torturous. Sitting in my own vomit and waste, as well as other specie's, I've found to be not fun. The filth has piled up to the point where my escape fantasies are on their way to become real. As well as their death. The people who have imprisoned me are, unfortunately, my own species. And odd species we are, looking down on those who are only slightly out of order when all of us are, mostly the leaders of my people. Being locked up in a tight space with only bites to eat every week, and still able to vomit up anything that remains in my squidly-spooch caused me to think. To wonder even, about the ways of my own kind and how to plan out my escape. My cell is nothing close to well built, so it's going to be rather fairly easy. But I sadly have to find my ways through twisting halls of this well-guarded prison and figure a way out, all the while crossing pungent smells of b