For those of you who have read KOTW, you may remember the mention of a certain Ronda Rousey and her now-legendary armbars.
THIS is the type of woman I want my nieces to be like when they grow up.
And now I must go. I have a lot of work to do on my day off...
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You know, that's a pretty good story.
I feel silly asking, but do you have a layout?
Nope! I'm coming up with this on the fly!
Have you or the REAL Thrust Ominous wrote any stories recently???
Yes I know about you Mr. Reflection of Thrust Ominous!
*Winks*
Who is the guy who blows up the Sanctuary and who everybody know his true name??? I can't remember!
Oh! I got it! It is Myron Stray!
“Interesting, I’ve heard the background story to ‘The sparrow flies south for winter’.” Death said, smiling. She remembered when the news spread that Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain said it to Bison, the necromancer and hit him then. It was like wild fire, spreading like Myron Stray’s true name. It is a code word now for everything magical. Death knew of a person with power, a man with golden eyes, whose true identity lies under those five words. Ravel. Death would have bet her life on it that Hel didn’t know the true identity of the Grand Mage.
Oh, Death...:P
Nice story :D
Speaking of stories, check out Pleasant Dae in Dublin!
http://pleasantdaeindublin.blogspot.com.au/
It's a collab story being written by Memerald, Adra, Lynxi, Nix, Starly, Zafmira, and Me!
Ok!
It says that my name on the Blog thing is "I am the terminator'! What the hell is going on?
Can anybody hear me
Or am I talkin' to myself?
Hello? I'm bored here!
I'm leaving for a bit.
BBS!
P.S. If your name is Eden Threatening, please stay on and I will be back shortly, during your wait, please help yourself to some waffles!
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Thank-you, Death Rose!
What blog thing does it list your name?
Hello?
Ok thanks, bye.
I was joining a blog and it said my name was 'I am the terminator!'
that weird, i still have absolutly no clue what your talking about.
Ive got some stories. their on Thrust Ominous's blog. http://shockerlocker-turn-back-now.blogspot.ca/
and then there's the... I wouldnt call it a story... but its on MY blog.
Now ive got to go. have a good time of day!
Bye! Have a good whatever time of day!!!!
*Gives Thrust a big hug!*
Hi, bye!
Hi Harmony!
rar
Hiya!
Hello?
hardly here
Me too!
Holy gargoyles. Playing Slender is like approaching the Book of Names.
I think you mean completing Slender
Hi
Yeah, the Slender Man made me turn around just after I got the eighth note.
I whined, "He made me turn around!"
And I could easily approach the Book of Names then!
“Interesting, I’ve heard the background story to ‘The sparrow flies south for winter’.” Death said, smiling. She remembered when the news spread that Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain said it to Bison, the necromancer and hit him then. It was like wild fire, spreading like Myron Stray’s true name. It is a code word now for everything magical. Death knew of a person with power, a man with golden eyes, whose true identity lies under those six words. Erskine Ravel. Death would have bet her life on it that Hel didn’t know the true identity of the Grand Mage.
“Okay, I have a friend to get back to,” Death said, hinting at the knowledge of Demon Fire waiting just outside.
“Oh, OK.” She sounded sad. “Wait! I have to give you something!” She dug around in her pockets for a moment and came out with a pen. It had a koala with its eyes about to pop out of it’s head on the top.
Death frowned; confused. “Thanks?”
“No problem! It is a gift for coming to our beautiful country!” It was as if Hel had missed Death’s sarcasm completely.
“Okay, bye.” Death said and hurried from the bathroom.
Demon Fire wasn’t happy. He had already gone through the checkout and was waiting inside a taxi for Death. The cold air hit her like a blast. She cursed for not having her jumper with her. She scurried over to the taxi, nearly getting run over by a short term parking bus.
“God!” Death said when she jumped in the cab. The warm air was comforting. She shivered in pleasure.
“Took your sweet time,” Fire growled.
“Where to?” The cab driver asked.
“Just get us to short term parking, I can’t stand those buses.” Fire said and glared at Death.
Sorry, Death thought, she wouldn’t let me out!
Yeah, yeah, Fire’s face seemed to say.
When they were in Fire’s black Tahoe, Fire turned up the heating until the car was warm to be comfortable. Stupid immune to fire people! Death thought and slyly turned down the heating until it was decent. Fire just glared at her for it.
“Too hot; hot head.” She said and Fire growled.
“How many times have I told you not to call me ‘hot head’?”
Death put a finger to her lips, thinking. “Oh, well I guess I just always forget. What with you being trained specifically in fire. . .” She trailed off, fighting a smile.
“This is the price I paid to become immune to fire?” He asked himself, shaking his head. “Well at least if I had focused on water, I’d be called a mermaid. That’s got to be an improvement.” He kept muttering to himself and Death tuned him out.
The Melbourne traffic was heavy for a Tuesday morning; but with Fire’s insane driving skills, we were out in beautiful country side in no time. After an hour of driving, we arrived at Demon Fire’s beautiful farm. There was a horse named Tornado and was completely black. He named it after Zorro’s horse.
Morning Blogland!!
I shall be distant, I just got a Slender mod for Sims and I'm trying it out...
dinner
Bye!
Bye Nix!
Okay, See ya Nixion!
*laughs* Oh, my Sim is never gonna be the same after this!! This is fun!!!
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!
No, Nix, I mean PLAYING Slender. I turn on the laptop thinking "Rock on, let's do this!" then when I find the game I'm thinking "Okay, here goes...!" and when I start the game I'm thinking "follow the path...just follow it....wait, there's an awful lot of grass...no, not the forest...creepiness..." and then when I get to the house I'm thinking "Holy sh**. Don't you dare turn back. Get to the house FIRST, before you're in danger." and then when I'm in the house i'm thinking "Okay, it's gotta be in this room...oh no, it's not....let's just get out of the house, we'll never finish the game anyway..." and then when Im coming out of the house i'm thinking "This was a bad idea...why am I even playing this?" and then when I see the containers I'm like "OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF I DON'T WANT HIM TO FOLLOW ME!!!!!!" followed by me smashing my fist down on the escape key.
So no, actually FINISHING the game has never even entered my mind. I wish I didn't know what the game was about, it would have been fun and I would have been braver and more reckless.
Eve, you gotta keep going. Get the new version. It's better!
I know I need to keep going, but I'm scared if him being there! I need someone to be there beside me so I can start shouting things. My little brother wants me to watch him play Lord of the Rings online, and I said only if he watches me play Slender, and now the deal's off -_-
I feel fully capable of dragging myself through the game right now, but once I'm actually playing it, I'll just stop, I know I will :P
Try the new hospice one. More rooms and places to escape too! I'm sure you'll find it better.
No way, Lynx. It all turns out the same. :P
And anyway, Slender took ages to download, and I'm not downloading another game that I'll just chicken out of.
The thing about movies is that games are scarier.
Hey guys death you there got your emails it 9 in the morning here : )
I hope they do a Slender movie!! It would be awesome!!
Hi Eden!
fghj
Hi Eden!
There is going to be a movie SIMILAR to the Slender Man. But it's called Tall Man and it's all wrong, really. So yeah, Slender Man movie!
Hi Nix!
I'd go see Slender Man the Movie!!! I'd probably be locked in an asylum for the rest of my life but I'd go see it!
Hi nix hi eve hi lynxia and hi death if she here but I doubt it
Hello death you there
Hehehehe :P
*head appears out of thin air* Hello? *rest of body steps out wearing a gorgeous green dress*
*Opens the portal that hel jumped through and jumps through myself*
Hi Hel? What's with the get up? *points to dress*
Yeah there's no blog land ball oh that's what we should have a Blogland requiem ball
That's a pretty funny idea, Eden but how would everyone get there? We had this problem with the Awards.
No on Blogland so there's no worry about what dresses you have you can just post a link to the website that has your favourite dress our outfit
We could have a Requiem Ball that lasts a whole day, and we can just hang around when we want :)
It's so much easier if it was online and you can describe yourself anyway you want
My eyes. Are burning. From the Valduggery.
Dinner Bye!
See eve likes it,
Don't you eve and maybe if we're lucky the golden god could come you know see over the fun
Bye Eve!!
Yeah, the Awards were here, we din't meet up. *rolls eyes* That would be very difficult and expensive seen as there's Minions from everywhere, Asia to America and I'm pretty much polar opposites with Nix.
I guess you could have a whole day Requiem Ball. Sounds fun. If it was next week I could be here for most of it otherwise I wouldn't be able to come.
Yeah we could have all day and all night so all the minions can come
... That would actually be pretty awesome. Now we just need to get the word out. I can email Flame and Sparky and then we tell everyone who comes on to blog about it, but we just need a date... Isn't it a bank holiday tomorrow. Then maybe.
... That would actually be pretty awesome. Now we just need to get the word out. I can email Flame and Sparky and then we tell everyone who comes on to blog about it, but we just need a date... Isn't it a bank holiday tomorrow. Then maybe.
Hi! I love the Requiem Ball idea! Sorry everyone! I was having the best shower of my life! I smell like Sandalwood!
Yeah I could email death and I'll be on for the rest of the day so i can tell whoever comes
I will be back in about ten mins
K Eden! So tomorrow? 27th it is then...
I won't be on tomorrow, or most Australians
Well that sucks... Next Saturday?
I suppose, but it's never going to happen that everyone's here
Scrap the idea then I guess.
Be back soon guys. I think...
anyone?
Hi sorry. Internet is Stuffed!
Hi I'm here
Hi death
Eden! I broke up with Billy-Ray! Me and Dexter Vex are going out now!
*Gives another atomic hug!*
Wow dexter vex you seem to like adventurers
So death how are you
*facepalm*
Why face palm nix
i have an idea.....
Good Morning!
Good Morning!
We've talked the whole night through.
Sorry... a 'Singin' In The Rain' moment there.
What is it caroline
Hi Em!!!
Hi em
I have arrived!
*walks through door* Sorry, my mother thought I was addicted to the internet. I had to leave...
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!
Yeah, we'd have to have it on a weekend so as many people as possible can come. And of course not everyone is going to be able to be there, but, still, FUN!
Hi Willow!
Yeah I know it's all about the date
And hel I know how you feel when I was in cork on holidays my mom took my iPad away from me cause I used it morning noon and night
So I played the piano instead.
Who's on apart from Eden, Nix and Eve?
I play piano too
Emerald!
So cold. *shivers*
Cool. I haven't played in about 6 months. But I was still amazing.
Hi!
Hi Flame!
When does Starwood get back from holiday?
FLAME! *climbs on back* PIGGYBACK TIME!
And Willow and Phoenix!
I dedicate this page to the chance that I get to virtually wear a dress :3
So, how is every one??? I've been writing like a maniac and this is my story so far. . .
Emerald did you get tickets?
I need to buy myself a farm.
I want to come Willow!
Did they have an idea already, Caroline? Cool!
But I won't be allowed on another chat website...
The young girl looked at the detective and away again. She couldn’t stand to look at a skeleton when she was guilty. She looked at his partner. Valkyrie Cain, she snarled in her head. She longed for the shackles to be off. If her hands were tied behind her back with rope or even ordinary shackles, they’d all be dead. Well maybe not the skeleton, he has a way of avoiding death. First with Serpine, then Vengeous, then the Faceless Ones. She doubted that she’d live long if the skeleton was around when she killed Cain.
Bide your time, the voice in her head thought.
“Well, Miss Rose,” Pleasant said in his velvety voice.
“Death,” She said then added, “please” after the stern look from Cain.
“Okay then, Death. I believe you know about the murders of Elizabeth Time and Magnet Cannon.” He asked and if he had a face, she would have bet he would have raised an eyebrow,
“Of course, who doesn’t?”
“Well, we have evidence to believe that you are responsible for their murders.”
She looked shocked but inside she cursed. Three hours ago I killed them! Three hours and they know it was me! “I’m sorry but. . .” She trailed off, conjuring tears into her eyes. She looked at Cain and continued in a very practiced, yet convincing voice. “They were like family to me and you think that I killed them?”
“Yes, and don’t do that voice with us. We found the recordings of your voice like this.” Cain pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play.
“Please, they were like family to me!” The voice said in a saddened tone. “Yeah, that’s good enough!” The voice sounded chipper.
She cursed again. “That wasn’t me,” she insisted in that tear swollen voice again. “I swear! You can bet my boyfriend’s life on it!”
“Well, we don’t believe you.” Cain said in a humorous tone. God was she annoying. “So we have someone who is going to watch you,” she continued and the door opened to reveal a fifteen year old kid with brownish-blondish hair. He had blue eyes and to her amusement, it looked like he had a cowlick.
“Hi, Death Rose. Should I call you Death, or Rose, or Rosie or. . .” He trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
“Death will be fine, thanks.” She said, smiling. Damn the teary voice, she thought.
“Well Death, you won’t notice me at all. I’ll be watching you closely at all times. And, just to be thorough, if you do see me – which is highly unlikely due to me being a teleporter and all, I’ll be erased from your memory with this,” He held up a metal cylinder, about the size and width of a pencil, and had a black symbol carved into it. There was a button on the top, “I’ll be erased from your memory and this conversation will be wiped.” He clicked the button and everything went black.
She woke up in her bed. Wow, was that a wired dream! She thought and went downstairs to make her breakfast.
The dream was about a fifteen year old kid with a cowlick and he was talking. She was somewhere in the Sanctuary – she guessed – and he had a . . . She couldn’t remember.
She grabbed the strawberry oats and put them in the microwave. BANG! She spun around and heard a pop! The sound of air closing around a suddenly disappearing object. Teleporter, her mind informed her. She walked over to her bedroom where the sound originated from and found her pile of books knocked over. She raced over, making sure there were no dog-eared pages and the covers weren’t bent. The microwave beeped.
She walked over to the microwave and saw that her oats were already out. Hmm. . . . I think my house is possessed. She got on her old laptop, her breakfast forgotten and looked up the earliest flight to Australia. She had a friend there, and old guy friend called Demon Fire. Very cliché. He was an elemental, who focused on fire manipulation, and had a knack for reading minds. He could sense if a fire was lit a few kilometers away, he was also responsible for the Black Saturday bush fires a few years back. He also knew a lot about demons. The earliest flight to Australia was in a half hour. She could make that.
She jumped in a taxi and went to the airport. She had her luggage already packed the night before and . . . Wait! I didn’t pack anything! I was out for dinner with Dexter Vex and then I went straight to bed! She frowned at her luggage. How did the demon do that? She thought of all her personal items she had in there and blushed a deep red.
The plane ride lasted longer than she had expected. She thought that she saw that fifteen year old boy from her dream, but when she looked again; he had vanished. Demon Fire was waiting at the Melbourne airport to pick her up. Whenever a mortal got too close, they’d slip into coded words. A girl walked up beside them. She was about fifteen and coppery coloured hair. She was quite pretty and she had a nice smile. “Hi! I’m Helena Ember Sky! But please, call me Hel.”
“I’m Rose and this is my friend,” she thought for a reasonable name. “Peter.”
“Yes, Peter.” He said dryly.
“Of course Peter, or should I call you Demon Fire or. . .”
“Okay, so you know about us, or at least our names! So what?” Fire asked irritably. Don’t get on his bad side, Death begged in her mind. She remembered an old friend, Crystal Darkflair who had once got on Fire’s dark side.
“Oh Demon!” Darkflair taunted, dancing around the trees in the park. “Come and get me if you can?” She smiled and bolted.
“I’ll get you alright.” Fire growled and raced after her.
Darkflair was all legs, her legs were so strong they could kick a hole in a brick wall. Death had seen it first hand; inches away from her head.
Darkflair raced past Death and wind whipped Darkflair’s legs out from under her.
She landed with a thud. “Ugh,” She groaned and rolled on to her back as a man in a dark brown suit came over to her. She flicked her black hair out of her blue eyes. “You win,” She said, defeated.
“I said ‘I’ll get you’.” Fire reminded her and clicked his fingers. The fire spread all over his body but he didn’t feel it. “Here, I’ve got you.” He reached down and touched Darkflair’s hair and she was suddenly enveloped in fire.
“Demon Fire!” Death screamed; he couldn’t do this. This was insane! “Stop!”
But Fire wouldn’t listen. Darkflair just kept screaming and tried to get rid of the wall of air pushing down on her. The flames were licking her skin away; literally.
Death shuddered and yelled again. “FIRE! STOP!” But he wasn’t listening.
Death looked at her hands then at Fire’s shoulders. This was going to hurt; bad!
She put her hands on Fire’s shoulders and – ignoring the fire dancing up her arms – she imagined the world upside down and willed the objects to twist and turn. She felt her hair falling forward and then it felt as if Death was hanging upside down. Fire still had his hands on Darkflair’s hair. Fire suddenly realized that he was upside down and pulled his hands off. Death kicked him away, turned gravity back to normal. She brushed the fire off her arm and raced over to Darkflair’s burnt body and looked for any signs of life. There was no skin or clothing. Her hair was burnt and all you could see was a dark red puddle and a skeleton.
You know, Death, you could always make a blog and put your story there.
DEATH! I LOVED VEX!
Chat?!
*hisses*
Why would we have it away from here? And how would it help the fact not everyone will show up?
Demon Fire wasn’t happy. He had already gone through the checkout and was waiting inside a taxi for Death. The cold air hit her like a blast. She cursed for not having her jumper with her. She scurried over to the taxi, nearly getting run over by a short term parking bus.
“God!” Death said when she jumped in the cab. The warm air was comforting. She shivered in pleasure.
“Took your sweet time,” Fire growled.
“Where to?” The cab driver asked.
“Just get us to short term parking, I can’t stand those buses.” Fire said and glared at Death.
Sorry, Death thought, she wouldn’t let me out!
Yeah, yeah, Fire’s face seemed to say.
When they were in Fire’s black Tahoe, Fire turned up the heating until the car was warm to be comfortable. Stupid immune to fire people! Death thought and slyly turned down the heating until it was decent. Fire just glared at her for it.
“Too hot; hot head.” She said and Fire growled.
“How many times have I told you not to call me ‘hot head’?”
Death put a finger to her lips, thinking. “Oh, well I guess I just always forget. What with you being trained specifically in fire. . .” She trailed off, fighting a smile.
“This is the price I paid to become immune to fire?” He asked himself, shaking his head. “Well at least if I had focused on water, I’d be called a mermaid. That’s got to be an improvement.” He kept muttering to himself and Death tuned him out.
The Melbourne traffic was heavy for a Tuesday morning; but with Fire’s insane driving skills, we were out in beautiful country side in no time. After an hour of driving, we arrived at Demon Fire’s beautiful farm. There was a horse named Tornado and was completely black. He named it after Zorro’s horse. Death was the one who actually broke him in seven years ago. She loved his strength, his power, his determination. Tornado’s father, Spirit was all white and he and Death had a close bond. Spirit had died a few months after Tornado was born, due to colic. She shuddered. She remembered the rainy that took Spirit away with it.
Death was dressed in her red blouse and brown jodhpurs. She couldn’t sleep; her best friend was calling to her. She snuck out of bed to see what was bothering Spirit. He was lying down. Mud caked her gum boots and the rain plastered her hair to her face. Fire couldn’t be out here. Any amount of water would put him out. She saw the distressed look on Spirit’s handsome face and she ran, not caring how many times she slipped. She forgot all about the electric fences and ran toward her beautiful horse in the dead of night. His white fur was covered in brown by now. Neighing, all around; she couldn’t pinpoint it. “SPIRIT!” She yelled, but the neighing still came from everywhere. She felt hopeless; her horse wanted her and she couldn't find it. “SPIRIT!” She called again and there was a movement to her left; then a whinny. “SPIRIT! WHAT’S WRONG?” He was sick; Death knew that much. It seemed ironic now that she had chosen the name Death. Death had come for her horse and there was nothing she could do about it but put Spirit out of his misery. She couldn’t bear to do that, so she sat down and stoked Spirit’s face, murmuring soothing words. By first light, Spirit was gone.
Hi flame
Death felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought of Spirit. She loved that horse more than anything! She got out of the black Tahoe and was greeted by a loud neighing. “Tornado?” Death asked, looking at a beautiful black stallion at the fence.
“Yes, that’s your boy.” Fire said grinning a little.
“He’s so beautiful.”
Fire came around and passed Death an iPod. “Welcome back!” He said and gave her a hug.
Wait...Crystal Darkflair? Death, were you Crystal Darkflair before????
I can't make a blog, my mum doesn't know I'm on here! She just thinks I'm writing stories!
Nothing can help the fact that not everyone would show up, Nix. It's inevitable. But a lot of people will enjoy it.
No, I found the name on a google thing. I was bored a few months ago!
Death, you could make a blog and put your stories there. It's just wasting space, here.
Ah I see :P
I'm not aloud!
I don't like chat. There's no point in having it away from here
That's what you would be doing Death. Writing stories.
Oh. Coz there was someone on the blog called Crystal Darkflair. Don't know where she's gone...
G2G, bye!
I'm not allowed lots of things, but I still have them.
I created that name for Crys...
I know, and I wouldn't be allowed on a chat site. So, a Blogland Requiem Ball? Who likes it?
Flame I think you could've phrased that better
Bye Dark!
Really Phoenix? Cool!
YES! Requiem ball! Nefarian and I were going to organise one.
I like it
*taps Flame on head* Hello? You there?!
Yes to the requiem ball
Phrased it better? Phrased what better?
When you said deaths writing is a waste of space but anyway yes to the requiem ball
*taps Flame on chest* Hello?!
It's a waste of space in the comment section.
Hello! *hugs everyone here*
*taps Helena on the head*
Hi.
Hi Luce
... Did you really not listen to the conversation Caroline? Why have it on a chat?
Heya, Nix!
I don't even have an account
Caroline the website a dud
*fixes hair* *laughs* I hope I'm not too heavy Flame.
Ok, its gone
Nah, not really.
Cool. *stands on Flame's hip*
Sorry Caroline...
*looks at Helena*
Hm...
Hm Flame?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!!
Okay Eve...
Hm?
Eve why do you say slaughter house
Hello, Eve. *hugs* Sorry about not replying. ._. I attempted to get some sleep and was left staring at the ceiling for hours.
Why do I always feel like throwing stuff that I can't throw?
*sits on Flame's shoulder* *laughs* This is SO fun!
*stares up at Hel*
It's just a thing I say, Eden. Slaughterhouse is a group of rappers.
I'm gonna go!
Byyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!!
*jumps off Flame* See you!
Okay got it
*hugs* Salright, Luce xD Ive been drifting in and out of life anyway :P
Bye Phoenix!
Bye Flame
Bye, whoever left! *is barely paying attention to anything*
See ya luce
All it takes is a spark...
All it takes is a simple spark...
*grins*
Just a spark...
A spark. A simple spark...
And then you can have FIRE!!!
Luce is going insane :P
Hello??
Just got here!
Yay! I'm not alone!!
Hi Nix!
Hello!
Helloz!
Hello and welcome to earth. With open bar
Open bar? Okay...
I'm playing Amnesia so I'm sorry if I vanish.
Nix? You still here?
Hi Willow!
*is creeping down a corridor* I hate corridors, they can't be trusted. Ever.
Yokay
I'm going to have cake.
OK Willow. I have ice-cream soda...
Hello?
Hiiii
Greetings.
Hi Rein!
Hi Flame!
Hi you peps
Nixion, it is a pleasure to see you again.
http://amnesia-dark-descent.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5bf39o
Oh... My God!! that's so funny!!
Daniel (from Amnesia): I'm finally free! Glad nothing else bad can happen.
*cue slender Man*
Dan: What the...?
Slendy: *smiley face*
Dan: Screw that, I'm going back in side...
But how would slender man smile? Doesn't he lack a mouth?
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