BOOM!
IN YOUR FACE!!
Ladies and gentlemen and Minions of dubious gender, I give you the cover- with text and without- to The Maleficent Seven.
Rejoice, puny humans, for the ArtGod Percival has delivered his most brain-smashing cover yet.
And the world is a happy place.
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Epic depresso...
*Wishes really hard*
*Lays egg*
That is strange...
*pokes Death*
*Examines egg*
Uh, that is the strangest thing that has happened to me all day...
*Goes to burnt house and cooks egg on hot coals*
*Wonders what to do with strange burnt egg*
*Throws strange burnt egg into the ocean and is eaten by hammerhead sharks*
*Dusts off hands*
There we go!
*Looks at Lucy*
Ya?
I felt the need to poke someone. :P
GOING TO THE POST OFFICE AND HOPING IT'S NOT CLOSED, BBS! *hugs*
"Death," my little brother hissed at me in the darkness. "Death."
I poked my head up from under my duvet. "What?" I hissed back.
Rohan looked tired in the light from the living room, his curly hair had sunken and there were deep bags under his pale blue eyes. "I need to know how to sleep," he told me quietly, "can you help?"
I rolled my sore eyes and muttered, "whatever."
Rohan's eyes started to sparkle. "What should I do?" he asked eagerly.
I sighed, my breath coming out in a short puff of white mist, "Well, first off, you close your eyes," Rohan's eyes snapped shut and the room seemed to darken. "Then you take deep breaths," his breathing deepened instead of the little breaths that reminded me of his two pet rats, "then... I dunno, try not to fart?"
Rohan erupted in laughter. "AND DON'T LAUGH EITHER!!" That just made him laugh harder though.
The darkness was shattered by my mum yelling at us to go to bed...
Bye!
*Hugs*
I won't have anyone to say 'Happy New Day' to in 5 minutes...
4 minutes
3 minutes
2 minutes
1 minute
HAPPY NEW DAY!!!!
*Throws confetti in the air and puts on a party hat*
Party time!
*Looks around*
No party people...
*Goes to the ocean and finds clam shell*
*Sits inside the clam shell dejectedly*
*Clam shell closes*
Hey! What the hell?! Let me out!!!
*Decides to sleep in the clam shell*
Good morning everyone! (It's 12:03am here)
Hello...?
Good morning! You are officially three hours ahead of me!
Urgh
That was a pointless journey
Where'd you go, Lucy Anna Clo Vah Sca ath?
Hiya, Ember!
HI L.!
Post office. I almost got lost... :)
Helo, Kes!
You almost got lost going to the post office...?
Yeah... I couldn't remember which street it was on... And there are lots of backroads 'round here, but I forgot which ones I usually take and... Yeah... I thought I was lost...
Were you? Or did you just think you were?
And do the CE's have different covers or something?
I walked up to the fridge and pulled out the head sitting inside.
"You're beautiful," I smile, combing his hair with my butterfly knife. The same knife that decapitated him in the first place. Irony is really quite amusing.
I pull out a little toothbrush and brush his teeth, which I've kept in a little bottle that sits happily in my pocket. Where'd I get the toothbrush from, you ask?
Well, I needed them to think it was Sharp, you see. So I let myself go on a little killing spree, and I'm going to put her at the end of it. It's also an excuse to have some fun, since the whole Sult encounter has left me feeling quite vulnerable.
Sorry, randomly writing XP
Bit of both. :P
CE's have fully coloured covers!
“Okay,” Zathract said, taking charge again. “Now that we’re all here, I’m going to tell you what we’re all going to do. Neon, Lyra and Kali are all going to go and see Gabriel Cobalt for any information he can give us about The Remaining.”
“He tried to kill me once before,” Dark said in an undertone.
“He’s tried to kill me twice in the past year alone,” Lyra muttered.
“He’s tried to kill me three times now,” Stavan sighed.
“He’s tried to kill me seven times,” Mist offered.
--Nix and Mist, The Remaining
This is BRILLIANT!
“And he’s tried to kill me fourteen times as well as offered me hospitality for a single night and also hired me once to murder someone,” Nixion said roughly, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, great, he’s probably tried to kill us all sometime.”
--Nix and Mist, The Remaining
gtg, bye!
Bye, Kes! *hugs*
I'M SO HAPPY AND HYPER AND HAPPY SIEUnczsex9rtyvbps9ebtdfu[
Why are you hyper?
PEPSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII *giggles*
Hi *SUPERHUGZ* everyone
I LOVE MUSE, OMGGGGGGG <3
*hums Thoughts Of A Dying Athiest*
HELLO, VALP! :D
Hi everyone!
Luciana - is this the Mortal Coil you were still missing?
Hello...?
Hello, Ieni!
Ah, hello Kribu! *hugs*
How are you?
OMG STUPID PEOPLE AT SCHOOL BLOCKED THE BLOG BECAUSE I WENT ON IT -_-
*gets dagger out*
HELLO, KRIBU!
HELLO, IENI!
*hugs them both*
Yesm Kribu! That's the one I'm looking for, but it claims to be an 'Electronic book text'... :s
Clover! *ninjaeroplanetacklehugs*(
How are you?
*Starts thinking about plot to blow up my school...*
IENI! I'M BEYOND AMAZING, THANK YOU VERY MUCHLY. C: HOW ARE YOU, MY DEAR?
Luciana - I wonder if they've just copied the description off the wrong page somewhere...
...I mean, they have an actual photo of the book (and not a stock image) there. Might be worth sending them a message?
Ieni - busy but fine-ish. And it sucks about the blog blockage!
I'm hoping that's what the case is! So I am going to ask my dad to leave them a message asking them if it's the actual hardback or not! :3
Yay, for you! And you actually are amazing (as well as feeling amazing).
Haha, when you call me dear, I always think you're like China *nods*
I remember my friend used to call me dear, but I didn't like it, because it made me feel inferior, but apparently it's okay with you, because you're actually a few years older :)
Well, the interesting thing is, statistically my day has been really bad, but I don't feel really bad at all, well actually more like I wasn't feeling anything, but then I got home and went on Blogland and my brother made me laugh and now I'm feeling all HAPPY! Yay!
Sorry, I wrote a lot about that, didn't I? I'm in a writing a lot mood, where everything seems to come out, not like yesterday.
I'm doing my history homework, now. It's about WW1.
Yeah, it's pretty rubbish, but I only read the comments at school, rather than writing anything, so I might manage :)
The world is indeed a happier place now.
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why does everyone say I'm like China? :S
Maybe you are :O
Hey, Minion! Do you know Minion 1 and Minion 2? They were Dusk's vampries in DD.
But, Ieni, thank you! You're so lovely, to me! *hugs* Thank you!:3
:O
*laughs*
I'd be impossible, though. China is beyond beautiful, she's Irish, she has dark hair...But she does love books, usually gets her way and only fears a couple of people, like Skulduggery...
BUT CHINA IS AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH <3
You're welcomes :) I'm only being honest :) Ah, thankyou :) I wish I was like that all the time, in really life, but sometimes things just get all MEH.
Ah, but you forget:
'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'
True story *nods*
She is amazing. She kinda pissed me off in the 1st book, but by the 6th book, I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO etc.
No. Ieni must get this homework done. I'm being distracted by Blogland and Facebook and Tumblr.
*Closes down Tumblr*
Okay, now I'm just making excuses for myself.
Selfish Ieni. Selfish Ieni.
See, example of me being selfish. You were all amazingly happy and then I'm all meh and it might affect you.
Okay, I'll be hyper now.
*Pretends to be a ninja aeroplane and puts on a happy song*
Ah, happy songs, always good.
Music affects my mood so much.
You, my dear Ieni, are wonderful and anyone that says otherwise clearly needs to learn about sparrow flight patterns in the winter. :)
...SHUSH.
China is too beautiful for life itself, though
why didnt china fight back agianst eliza in book 6
SORRY IF I'M DISTANT... *grins*
Sounding like China again!
Ah, thankyou for that, that'll make me smile at the sparrow flight pattern things, whenever I need to at school tomorrow :)
THANKYOU! :)
Anyway, g2g help with the cooking, should be back...
*grins* Oops... Heheh.
It's okay, sweetie. :)
BYE, IENI! *hugs*
◕‿◕ yo, ma peeps!
hey guys :)
The Ieni Returns.
Hmm...that should be a name of a film...
STOP SOUNDING LIKE CHINA DX
Luna! Hi! *hugs*
Mel! Hi! *creepy perv face* Because you feel uncomftable if I don't do that...
yay! I feel much better now :)
Hello again, sweetie!
Hello, Luna!
Hello, Mel!
How are you all, my darling dears? :)
Im good how are you?? :)
Is that sacasm, I hear? Did you just go all sarcastic on me?
Did you know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?
"They've obviously never met me then."
Shut up, Miss. Sorrows, I didn't ask for your opinion on the matter.
Oh, don't go all like that on me now.
What number sign of madness is that?
Clover! Now you're sounding like River Song. Omg! Some people say The Doctor is like Skulduggery, so Chinduggery?
Oh dear, I better not have just got started of your ships...
*Unmysteriously disappears to make coffee*
You know I've written about 15 lines on my homework, since I first got on here?
LOOK, IT'S A DISTRACTION!
I swear Skulduggery should use that line some time...
And I don't mean the homework was a distraction, I no, never mind...
Coffee time :)
Ive got homework to do ... but its for January...so its all good :)
Every time someone tells me that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, I retort with "They've obviously never met me, then..." and smile. SO DAMN FUNNY!
River Song? Doctor Who? Uhm...
...
FLETCHDUGGERY IS MY SHIP OF THE DAY, TODAY C:
I made hot chocolate...mhhh
Im so glad that tomorrow I will get out of nearly all my lessons because I need to reherse for the christmas concert :D
*whispers under breath - wooo double bass for the win*
:D
Oh, sorry, I forgot you don't watch Doctor Who...
You have ships of the day? Of course, that's where you must come up with all the weird ones when you run out of the normal ones...
Wow, whilst I was gone, I manages to burn myself, nearly knock over the Christmas tree and then my mum was still trying to convince me to become a Dietician...
BUT I DON'T WANT TO DX
*grins* I might have to do a ship of the week every week for next year... Post it on tumblr as well. "Luciana's Ship Of The Week!" I'm sure I'll have enough ships. xD
I LOVE DOCTOR WHO! :D
Mel - Mine is next week, I think. What are you doing it in it? Yay! I don't really like Hot Chocolate, but yeah...
Double Bass? My friend plays that. And then I annoy her with the fact, my violin is so much smaller than that XD
Omg, that would be amazing! It would just be...epic XD
...If it didn't disturb people so much...
Dinner, I think.
Bye, again!
Mine is on thursday evening the strings are doing -
O Mio Babbino Caro
Kate Dalrymple
The Dark Island
Out there
One day like this
:D
Galops in .....
SNOWWWWWWWWW!!! SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!! HUZZAH!
hey charisma :)
Zdrastvuite Mel! Kak dela?
(Which is hello and how are you? in Russian!
Im good thanks :) how are you? :)
HELLO *tackles random person*
I feel as warm as a polar bear...
Ok. So I was walking through the hallway at school reading TEOTW. And my science teacher from last year takes it from me and refuses to give it back. I go to get it from him at lunch, and our conversation went something like this.
Him: And if I ever see you reading in the halls again I will take the book and you will need a note from your parents to get it back.
Me: .......
Him: Also, this book is on a third-grade reading level, and you probably read at college level.
Me in my head: Actually this book would probably freak a third-grader out. Also, it is sad, it is funny, there is an amazing plot, there are amazing characters, and I'm sorry if you can't appreciate the skill it takes to fit all that into 111 pages.
Me outside of my head: .......
polar bears are very warm *nods intelligently* *buys a polar bear*
nananananananananananananananana POLER BEARS!!! :)
SORRY I DISAPEARED! D:
sorry for dissapearing I was getting dinner :)
not much conversation is going about...
Sorry, Mel :( I'm really trying to get this homework done...
its cool, I have the big bang theory to keep me amused for now...
trololol Im watching hollyoaks... Dramatic...
love it when does it come out derek
I STARTED DEDDING TODAYYYYYY.
To the Bloglandians.
You know, Ink, every time you say that, the originality of it stuns me yet again . . .
OI, YOU. STOP MAKING SARCASTIC REMARKS AT EVERY TURN.
Only I finsihed Eve and got bored. *grins lazily*
And I'm having a homeowrk crisis. I have to put these images on Photoshop (which means using school computers) and I tried in form this morning but I couldn't doooooooo ittttttttt so I was on my phone at every free moment emailing Zath. *laughs* I started composing the email whilst walking to third period and then I finshed and sent the email in break, only that involved pacing around in front of my friends trying not to look like I was francticly trying to get a signal. Then I was reading his reply on the way to lunch, and I had to stand outside so I could forward it to my school account without having my phone out in a corridor, and then I went to all this effort to try and get on a school comp at lunch, BUT NO CIGAR. So I will have to hope I get time in form, and that I actually, like, understand Zath's advice . . . SHOULD DO. IT'S SIMPLE. KINDA. ISH. A BIT.
DAMN ART HOMEWORK.
*first period
I THINK I'LL RETRY MY GREAT GETTING-TO-SLEEP EXPERIMENT TONIGHT.
Aw. I really want to go to bed now. *laughs*
whats your great getting to sleep experiment?
*Joker voice* WHY . . . SO . . . SERIOUS?
BEEN WAITING TO DO THAT ALL DAY. WELL, SINCE FOURTH PERIOD.
ENGLISH IS SUCH A FUN LESSON ATM. We're still watching The Dark Knight . . . I only have one more scene to write about. I have quite a few I could do. I could do the magic pencil one. :) That's a good one to annotate for violence. And it was kinda funny in a sick way. Like "You're the cow, Diana. Moo."
The Joker was talking to this tableful of people, and he took out this pencil and said he was gon
ing to do a magic trick, that he was going to make this penicl . . . DISAPPEAR. So he stood it on the table, point up, and then he grabbed this guy's head and smashed his head into the pencil.
. . . IT WAS FUNNY AT THE TIME. IN A TWISTED WAY.
And I've never, like, watched a violent movie beofre, so now I know that watching violent movies doesn't really freak me out of anything. Cool. :)
This gril told me in German that she'd just had her head on the desk with her arms over her eyes and ears pretending to cough coz she really really di'n't wanna watch it. D: Poor people. :(
STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I have inherited getting-to-sleep problems. So I have a theory that lsitening to music will help me get to sleep better.
It makes me feel SLEEPIER, deifintly, but I don't know if I can switch off whilst listening to music . . .
Maybe I need to listen to lullabies or summat. :/ I was listening to the fulla lbum of The Sickness yesterday. I was really nearly really asleep in Stupefied. I had drifted off into not-quite-thinking world and everything. Then Down With The Sickness came on and woke me up. D:
I stopped the album before it finished though. Got dispirited. :(
I don't actually HAVE the album, though.
My friend Youtube . . . :)
SCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!
Wait, let me redo that on my phone with accents.
SCÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÀTH!
*laughs* HELLO STARRRRRRRRRRRRR! :D
aw ok music works for me or you could watch a movie and the darkness will make your eyes tired... :D
:)
HEYLO!
No. Movies won't make me fall asleep. I will be too interested in them. If I THINK too much, I stay awake. D:
My mum falls asleep in movies att, however. :/
Att = all the time.
*glares at comp* HOW DARE YOU NOT WORK???
COME ON, LAPTOP. WORKKKKKKK.
Why can't our decoraters finish already? Me wanna get a Christle Mistle tree and stuff.
*laptop connects* OOH.
*Internet continues failing*
D'ARVIT.
*laptop unnconnects* DAMN YOU TO HELL, LAPTOP.
. . . Only for a week or so though. I love you really. :)
sorry for dissapearing I was napping...
YOU JUST SAID D'ARVIT!
Fowlers for life!!
Wait.... Skuttlebugs FIRST, then Fowlers xD
Nobody here?
Oh. This is awkward..... :3
ohh Im here :)
HI VALMARSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARTEMIS FOWL RULES! pretends for a moment that SP and Gone and MI don't exist* UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY!
*faints*
*2hrs later wakes*
anyone wanna guess what was in my post today?
Zaffy needs to go compose herself....I think I proved to be MENTAL
Fear something and get
UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP
Fear something and get
UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP
Fear something and get
UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP
Fear something and get
UP, UP, UP, UP, UP, UP
Reject
Are you no one?
Fear you nothing?
You know I bet you think you have a good reason
To be living
In the limelight
Of the fortunate ones
You're too weakened
By the poison
That they feed you
In the living lie
They don't believe you
Call to no one
Trust in nothing
Little impotent one
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
INNOCENT, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANT
INNOCENCE, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
Punkass
Are you listening?
Can you hear me?
Or are you death and dumb to my language?
Do the real words?
Seem to hurt you?
Well put 'em up motherfucker
You're gonna feel it
When I stamp it
On your forehead
So you will never forget that
You're a reject
And you're no one
And you're nothing
Little impotent one
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
INNOCENT, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANT
INNOCENCE, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
Fear awaken
Go with it now and let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Your mind is racing
I don't understand why you don't like me
Why don't you like me
Am I so different from you?
Now does it scare you
That I'm able to discern
What to love and what to burn
I'll add fuel to your fire now
Stand back!
Brother take your hand back!
Leave it and I might crack!
More than a smile or two, you see
You don't judge what you don't understand
You can't deny what has been given to me
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
INNOCENT, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANT
INNOCENCE, YOU KNOW
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA BE
I DON'T WANNA
LET THEM HYPNOTISE ME
Fear awaken
Go with it now and let it overcome you
Fear awaken
Your mind is racing
Hey reject!
Are you no one!
Fear you nothing!
You know I bet you think you have a good reason!
To be living!
In the limelight!
Of the fortunate one, you know
ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAF!
You'll be penultimate in my ded. Alphabetical order. :)
Zath's last. :P
*ones
*wonders why I just spent 20 miutes of my life typing out lyrics that no one including me, especially wants to read*
I GOT THE REPLY :D FROM DEREK!!!!
Me: *walks home from school basically dead*
dad: someone got a letter from Ireland!!
Me: WHAT DEREK'S REPLY?!?! *litterally skips down driveway*
dad: get the dishes done then ill give it
Me: fine....*does dishes at record speed*
dad: okay here *gives envolope*
me: *opens and litterally goes into high soprano range of screaming*
yup.
That's awesome, Zaf!
The Skulpedia result for the Alternate Dimension is a total fail, I'm attempting to fix it
:):):):):):):):):):)
HI SEVPIE!
Hiya....
*still in shock*
GUYS. I'm gonna post on here everything that's on my Notes on my phone. Long story. Just ignore my notes, I'll probs delete them later.
*laughs*
My mom liked the little thingy Derek drew. Said he's an excellent artist (no im not being sarcastic)
Note One:
I just watched the hunger games!
AND IT WAS EPIC!
I cried! Twice!
Once at the reaping. I was just seeing effie reaching into the jar and i knew what was gonna happen and i was just like no. Oh, no no no. Please, no and then it was PRIMROSE EVERDEEN! And i just saw prims face and i just started crying coz she was just a littlr girl and she was gonna DIE and she must have just felt . . . Urgh . . . And then katniss, katniss was just screaming, PRIM! PRIM! NO! NO! I VOLUNTEER! PRIM! And then i was just crying and then prim was screaming as well NO! NO! And it was so sad.
And then when rue died. I just saw her and then her chest and i started crying then and the camera kept going back to her face, i'd be crying abd then i'd stop a bit and then it went back to her face and it just hit me again. And katniss, katniss too, i saw her sobbing, she was just all desvastated, and that made me cry too, and then the flowers, qnd wgen katniss was walking away from rue, you could just see her lying in the background, and that was so sad as well.
And i almost cried a third time. When the career girl clove attacked katniss when she went up fir the medicene. She was just going, you know your little friend? Well, we killed her. We killed her and she was so funny, begging for her life and screaming and that girl was SO HORRIBLE i jusy hated her.
I know that's all very confuzzling but whatever, it's how my brain thinks of it.
Oh my god....
Note Two:
Ghastly picked up the plates and walked through to the dining room. Two chairs were placed opposite each other by a small table. Cutlery was set out - Ghastly's best cutlery, and two wineglasses, which he'd already filled. He'd made steak. Just like he'd saif he would. He'd promised Tanith dinner, and now he was giving it, not to her, but to the memory of her. All this was in memory of Tanith Low, like a funeral of how she used to be, of how she used to be, before -
Ghastly pushed the thought away. He didn't want to think of the new tanith. He wanted to remember the old one. Ghastly sat down, trying not to look at Tanith's chair. He was trying to imagin her sitting in it, and he couldn't if he was looking at it.
"Well, I made your steak," Ghastly said as cheerfully as he could, looking firmly down. "I said I would, didn't I?" He picked up his knife and fork and began cutting a piece of steak.
Silence.
"So," he said, trying to imagin her sitting there as hard as he could. He put the bit of steak in his mouth. "What do you think?" The quietness somehow sounded loud. He tried to imagin what she would say if she was here. No, not IF she was here. She WAS here. He swallowed, and carried on looking down.
"Thanks, Ghastly," he imagined he heard her voice saying. He missed her voice. He missed all of her."This is really delicious."
"Oh, it's nothing, really," Ghastly said. His voice sounded unnaturally loud. He thought about saying his next sentence in his head as well, but decided against it. "It's a recipe my mother used to use," he told her.
"Ah, your mother," imaginary Tanith said. "I remember you were telling me about her once, but then we got interrupted."
"Well, someone has to save the world," he remarked, feeling a bit more comfortable noe. He was getting used to talking to nothingness, he supposed.
"True," Tanith replied. "But tell me the recipe she used - I want to make steak like this! Unless it's a family secret, or something. Is it a family secret?"
"Not really," Ghastly responded, the words coming easily now. "Of course I'll tell you. She used to - " he looked up at Tanith's chair, then glanced down again quickly. That chair had seemed to stare at him, to mock him. It strenghtened reality. The reality she wasn't in. "She . . . She used to . . . " his imaginary voice faltered.
"She used to what?" the imaginary Tanith asked curiously. Her voice was fainter now, less realistic.
"She cooked it in a certain way. You see, usually, you - " Ghastly made the mistake if looking up again, and the sight of the empty chair shattered all his daydreams. Ghastly dropoed his knife and forl and put his head in his hands. Tanith wasn't here. A memory could never make up for the re thing. She was possessed, her soul lost forever. Her body still existed, but it wasn't HER body anymore. It would never be her body. He looked up at her empty chair agqin, and back down at the plates. Her meal was uneaten. He might have made her dinner, but she wasn't here to eat it. The remnant with her face was probably having dinner with Sanguine instead.
Note Two Continued:
"Oh, Tanith . . . " Ghastly whispered. It would have been better if she'd been dead. At least she would gave died as herself, been remembered for who she was. If she was killed now, people would remember her as the enemy, someone bad. People who met her, now, would remember the Remnant's personality as hers. He had made this dinner for ger memory, but what sort of memory was that now, with the Remnant mutating it? Ghastly wished she had died. Much rather dead than this. The Remnant hadn't just destroyed her personality, it had destroyed her memory.
He felt wetness on his hands, and knew they were tears. He made an effort not to cry, then looked at the chair again and started sobbing quietly. It was a long time before the crying stopped, and even longer before he could bring himself to clear up. He got rid of both matching chairs as soon as was possible. Even days later, it just hurt too much to look at them.
Wow.
That's really, really good.
GREAT JOB STAR!
Note Three:
American school's're kinda like this: Primary school:
Kindergarten 6-7
First Grade 7-8
Second Grade 8-9
Third Grade 9-10
Fourth Grade 10-1
Fifth Grade 11-12
Middle school:
Sixth Grade(some schools have in primary) 12- 13
Seventh Grade 13-14
Eighth Grade 14-15
High School:
Ninth Grade 15-16
Tenth Grade 16-17
Eleventh Grade 17-18
Twelfth Grade 18-19
Note Four:
Primary school:
Reception: ages 4-5
Key stage one:
Year One: ages 5-6
Year Two: 6-7
Key stage two:
Year Three: 7-8
Year Four: 8-9
Year Five: 9-10
Year Six: 10-11
Secondary School:
Key stage three:
Year Seven: 11-12
Year Eight: 12-13
Year Nine: 13-14
Key stage four:
Year Ten: 14-15
Year Eleven: 15-16
Sixth Form
Year Twelve: 16-17
Year Thirteen: 17-18
Thats so sad :(
:) IT ISN'T I DID IT AGES AGO IT'S REALLY BAD BUT . . .
THANKS. :) :) :) :)
My school is like this:
Kindergarten 4-5
First Grade 6-7
Second Grade 7-8
Third Grade 8-9
Fourth Grade 9-10
Fifth Grade 10-11
Sixth Grade 11-12
Seventh Grade 12-13
Eighth Grade 13-14
Ninth Grade 14-15
Tenth Grade 15-16
Eleventh Grade 16-17
Twelfth Grade 17-18
Note Five:
What Lynxia found on google:
Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. Both Presidents were shot in the head.
Now it gets really weird.
Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy. Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners. Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln was born in 1839. Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names. Both names are composed of fifteen letters.
Now hang on to your seat.
Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford. Kennedy was shot in a car called 'Lincoln' made by 'Ford.
Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse. Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were both assassinated before their trials.
Note Six:
Aiden, Caiden, Jaidon, Aden, Kaden, Jaden, Caden, Ayden, Haydon, Kaydon, Jaydon, Caydon, Haydn and Jaydan.
Note Seven:
Skulduggery Pleasant: 4, 5, 6, 7 (4)
Gone: 2, 3, 4, 5 (4)
Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel: 4, 5, 6 (4)
[12]
Actually America is
Elementary:
Kindergarten: 5-6
Grade 1: 6-7
Grade 2: 7-8
Grade 3: 8-9
Grade 4: 9-10
Grade 5: 10-11
Grade 6: 11-12
Grade 7: 12-13
Grade 8: 13-14
Grade 9: 14-15
Grade 10: 15-16
Grade 11: 16-17
Grade 12: 17-18
Hello my randoms!
Oops eeers
Thanks. :)
I just did another blog, and if anyone would like to read it follow the link bellow...
http://awesomesocks14.blogspot.co.uk/
:D
*Yawns and climbs a tree*
I got the whole day off school!!!!
The Iron Giant is sadder than the Hunger Ganes :'(
Nice!!!
*runs in circles still happy*
Note Eight (I can be such a maths freak when the mood comes over me):
Alphabet puzzlings.
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
AbCdEfGhIjKlMnOpQrStUvWxYz
QWERTYUIOPASDFGHJKLZXCVBNM
qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm
QwErTyUiOpAsDfGhJkLzXcVbNm
AEGOQU
bfhprz
CcDdIiJjKkLlMmNnSsTtVvWwXxYy
CDIJKLMNSTVWXY
cdijklmnstvwxy
CdIjKlMnStVwXy
WtYiSdJkLxCvNm
CS
dt
IiJjKkLlMmNnVvWwXxYy
IJKLMNVWXY
ijklmnvwxy
ACEGOQSU
bdfhprtz
IjKlMnVwXy
WyIjKlXvNm
IKX
jly
MmNnVvWw
MNVW
mnvw
ACEGIKOQSUX
bdfhjlprtyz
MnVw <------ No cure
WvNm <------ ''
AbCdEfGhIjKl??OpQrStU??Xyz
Wow. Truly amazig. Wonder if Qwerty knew about this?
And in the ever so special county of Bedfordshire:
Lower School:
Reception: ages 4-5
Key stage one:
Year One: ages 5-6
Year Two: 6-7
Key stage two:
Year Three: 7-8
Year Four: 8-9
Middle School:
Year Five: 9-10
Year Six: 10-11
Key stage three:
Year Seven: 11-12
Year Eight: 12-13
Upper School:
Year Nine: 13-14
Key stage four:
Year Ten: 14-15
Year Eleven: 15-16
Sixth Form/College/Upper School:
Year Twelve: 16-17
Year Thirteen: 17-18
HI MASTER!
Note Nine (Btw, I did NOT write this poem, just thought I'd make that absolutely clear :P):
The Highwayman
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked.
Where Tim the ostler listened - his face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand!
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!"
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years.
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain.
TBC
*games
Hey, we read that in Language Arts last year. Also the one about the ship called the Nancy Bell or something. Where the people ate each other.
L.A. last year rocked.
HI IENI! HI DEATH!
Note Ten:
The Highwayman (cont.)
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
He turned. He spurred to the west;he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear,
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
And still of a winter’s night, they say when the wind is in the trees.
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there;
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
My Honors English teacher rocks.
O H. M Y. G OD. DEREK!!!
We did it in English. But I looked it up after coz I liked it. :P
Look up The Yarn of the Nancy Bell. It's so messed up.
OH I REMEMBER NIX SHOWING US THIS!
Note Eleven:
Mental Hospital Phone Menu:
Hello and thank you for calling The State Mental Hospital. Please select from the following options menu:
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press one repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want, stay on the line so we can trace your call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be forwarded to the Mother Ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press, nothing will make you happy anyway.
If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969696.
If you are bipolar, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep or after the beep. Please wait for the beep
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have low self-esteem, please hang up our operators are too busy to talk with you.
If you are menopausal, put the gun down, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. You won't be crazy forever.
If you are blond, don't press any buttons, you'll just mess it up.
Just to tell you, if you have read every word so far it means that you definitely ARE crazy or weird, and you should DEFINITELY put at least those ones on your profile.
Hey, Star! *ninjaeroplanetacklhugs*
Also, I msd (Omg, know how to use that word now :D)
The Highwayman.
We did that in Year 5. Memories of embrassing drama and other stuff...
Omg!!! The highway man!!!!
*Squeals and falls from tree*
Look up highway man by Lorenna McKennitt!!!!
My school system goes a little like this -
Primary school
primary 1 - 4/5 yr olds
primary 2 - 5/6 yr olds
primary 3 - 6/7 yr olds
primary 4 - 7/8 yr olds
primary 5 - 8/9 yr olds
primary 6 - 9/10 yr olds
primary 7 - 10/11 yr olds
High School
S1 - 11/12 yr olds
S2 - 12/13 yr olds
S3 - 13/14 yr olds
S4 - 14/15 yr olds
S5 - 15/16 yr olds
S6 - 16/17 yr olds
Further education
University
or
College
or
Work
Didnt Derekget 'asked to not come back' to an art school?
This note just makes me feel freaked. D: You can tell I wrote it on the blog then saved it coz it mentions Master.
Note Twelve:
Gone freaked me out. Well, Fear freaked me out, but the Gone SERIES freaked me out.
It was this part, right . . .
Okay. Remember, in the Gone books, that all the adults have disappeared. Well, by Fear, the fifth book, the kids have managed to create a community and all that lot.
So, there's this kid called Cigar, and he gets in this fight with this other kid, can't remember why. Cigar, trying to degend himself, accidently killed the other kid.
So the leader, Caine, was obviously going to punish Cigar. There are four punishments: a fine (for really minor crimes like not being respectful enough to Caine); another punishment I've forgotten; death (the worst punishment), and Penny.
Penny is a girl who can make illusions. But she can't just make people see things. She can make them feel things, smell things, hear things, feel pain, everything. On top of that, Penny is a sick twisted little creep and likes using her power to absolutely terrify people.
Now, Caine, the leader, he really wanted to impose the death sentence on Cigar. But he also wanted to stay on the good side of this fisherman who was sticking up foe Cigar. The fisherman was an important person.
So Caine said Cigar's punishment was Penny. The usual sentence of Penny is half an hour, but Caine said that since Cigar had KILLED someone, he had to be with Penny sunrise till sunset.
So, at sunrise, Penny and Cigar got put in this room together. Penny started out by being nice. She gave Cigar imaginary sweets, which of course tasted like real sweets. Remember that none of these kids have had sweets in a year. Cigar was just sobbing at the sheer wonderfulness of the sweets. He was eating them and he was sobbing with delight and then . . .
And then Penny made him believe his veins had truned to strawberry laces. He just stared at his veins in horror, and then he was just clawing at his wrist, trying to get the laces/veins out . . . And Penny was just smiling and she was havinf fun, that little b*tch . . . And I never swear, I really never do . . .
When the fisherman came back for cigar an hour before sunset, he's clawed his eyes out. Penny had made him believe there were beetle behind them, and he'd ripped them out.
Cigar was never the same again. He went mad, I think. One minute he'd be a little weird bit fine, the next minute he'd just start screaming.
Probably won't freak you out, Eve, you watch horror movies. But later, after I'd read it, I keep want to tear my wrist apart. I wanted to, and I didn't, and it felt really silly but it scared me . . .
Good Evening Psychopaths!!
Hi Zaf! Do you remember me?
*Laughs*
ENMY!!!! *tCklhugs*
course I do Serpine's Daughter
Hi Emerald!
EVERYBODY SEEMS TO KNOW THE HIGHWAY MAN. O_O
We did it in Y8. Wouldn't have appreciated it in Y5. :)
The problem is, my first note is my phone number so I remember it and I'm sorry but I'm NOT posting that on the internet . . .
S'up girls and boys!
Jesus Skype is such a ghost town...
Highway Man??
aww why not? ... mwahahah
:D Im kidding...
Note Thirteen:
Healing Day Speech:
I hearby declare that this date, 28th of June, shalt be know henceforth as Healing Day, as it is the day that the location Blogland is comsidored Fully Healed. Blogland took a great mental battering a few months ago. There were the terrible Cycles. One of which was the Anger Cycle, in which many Minions got angry at each other; moreober, Blogland was not so nice as before. Perheps the best known is the Depreession Cycle, in which many of the Minions felt overcome with sadness; this then in turn left the other Minions feeling low in spirits. Needless to say, Blogland was not so cheerful a place to be. Many of the Minions attempted to heal Blogland, but it was a fragile peace, one in which the slightest little thing could result in Minions yelling at each other to be happy. Eventually we got over it, but gone was the fighting, the messing around in the lake. Talking filled most of the Bloglandian's conversations. It was a very nice Blogland, but not QUITE how Blogland should be. However, I know think we are back to how we were before. Completely Healed. We are behaving as Bloglandiams should behave again. And so I name the day Healing Day, least we should all forget how dark Blogland once became and how joyous it was to have it back again.
But my taken name Zaf? Do you know who is hiding behind that name? You've met her before...
Hear hear!!
I just did another blog, and if anyone would like to read it follow the link bellow...
http://awesomesocks14.blogspot.co.uk/
:D
Note Fourteen (It's parts of a blog conversation):
The myriads of the universe . . .
Oh, so if a mass murderer apologises, everything's okay and he isn't punished? Apologies are rarely effective, I think. Not on large things. And the small things hardly matter anyway, so WHAT IS THE POINT OF APOLOGIES???
There is no point. *can't believe I only just realised that* I'm going to start a war against apologies.
Well, we are. Insignificant beings. We live for a few years, struggle to make sense of the world, and then die again, tiny sparks in the huge fire of existance. Gazillions of other humans do the same, and as a whole we manage to make an impact on our planet. We find out a few scraps of knowledge about the world, and think we're ever so clever with our science. Then we die out and the planet goes back to how it was, and al pur knowledge is forgotten, before another species comes along and struggles to make something of their existance.
We are insignificant. Nothing we do really matters in the grand scheme of things. We think our lives are important, but everyobe who is at all affected by our existance will be dead in a few years, swallowed up by history and forgotten.
I used to find it scary. Now I just accept it as a fact of life.
I think it's kinda calming to look at things that way. To step outside of your tiny world and attempt to look at the big picture - but the big picture stretches off into the distance, too big for us to see.
And although my life doesn't matter, I like to pretend it does. I'm human, after all.
We couldn't know everything there is to know. Our minds aren't advanced enough. So we are doomed to stumbled on blindly in our gnorance, because our ignorance is what's saving us. When Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, sin was brought into the world, and they lost the Garden of Eden. They lost their happiness with their ignorance. Some people think it's better to know the truth than to believe a lie, but if the lie keeps people happy and the truth destroys, then surely the lie is better? Humans weren't designed to understand the whole world. We shouldn't try to. We'd blow our minds.
HELENA: "It's like Star how it's now very common to hear people say "I'm rather offended by that." As if that gives them certain rights; it's actually nothing more... it's simply a whine. It's no more than a whine. "I find that offensive," it has no meaning, it has no purpose, it has no reason to be respected as a phrase."
@"I am offended by that" - good point. I hate how the world has to be polite. You know those letter the school send out? Well at one point in English we were doing about how to write them and it just seems so pointless - you take the facts people need to know and smother them in politeness and formality, and then the parents who get the letter look between the lines past the politeness and formality so they can work out the facts. The whole proceedure just seems like so much wasted effort. Why not just screw the politeness and formality and tel people what the need to know? That's not to say I don't use politeness. I have to or I'll never get anywhere. I just hate how people are forced to constantly code and decode in this way.
Note Fourteen (Continued):
HELENA: "Star, I don't believe that we shouldn't try find out about the universe. We're humans, we seek knowledge, it's what we do."
About how we struggle to determine the universe? Yes, we do coz we're human - but we'l never understand it all. We can try. We WILL try But we never will, because we are prevented from a lot of that knowledge, I believe. For our own protection. Maybe one day those boundaries will be lifted, to test our capabilities of understanding. When that happens, we'll be destroyed. But I'm a Christian, and I don't believe God would do that to us. He did before, I know. He tested us. We failed the test. We ate the fruit from the tree of knowledge. Hopefully God learnt from that and won't test our knowledge capabilities again.
I told Santa that I had been good... I've only killed 275 people, most of them were Sanctuary agents, punched uncountable amounts of people in the face, uh, helped a baby bird back to his nest and that's it... And Santa still died of laughter...
Mote Fifteen:
The myriads of the universe are many and cannot fit on one note so here's a second one . . .
You know in Fear? Little Pete reminded me of God, rather. He meddled with the people, trying to make them better. He destroyed them. Humans are so, so fragile and he couldn't touch them because contact with Pete would destroy them. Contact with God would destroy us. No human can look directly at God.
Books help me understand so many things. I get so much of my knowledge of life from them Whenever I do something exciting irl, like go caving, I think about what good writing material it is. A book is filled with the author's experiences of the world. When I read a book, it's the author telling me all about life and what they have experienced of it. When we were doing about Shakespeare, our English teacher said that although Shakespeare was writing about Athens and so on, he'd never been to all these places so although his books were set in Athens etc., we can find out about Elizabethan England from them because that's what he was basing all his writing on as it was all he ever knew. When we read mordern-day fiction books, it might be make-belief, but we can find out about reality from them because they're based on it, as that's all the author ever knew.
Killing a million to save a billion is what bad guys in books do. It's wrong. But is killing one person to save two wrong or is it justified? Where do you draw the line? So, it's best not to do bad to create good, even a ittle bit. Because sin leads to more sin.
Nix: "Star, there are millions and millions of people in a billion. I would not justify the death of one for two, but a million for a billion I could justify."
But WHERE DO YOU DRAW THE LINE? If million for a billion is justified and one for two isn't, where do you stop being a saviour and become a bad guy?
Nix: "You know, I could never take an innocent life. I wouldn't know where the line would be drawn."
Exactly. Nobody does. Also, a guy in a book was trying to nuclear bomb millions of people so that we would live in a drug-free world. Eventually, he would save more lives than he would take. So why did the book portray him as a bad guy?
Nix: "Because murdering in cold blood is different from something maybe causing death."
*laughs*
uhm taken naje? Zaffy blanking
I want to go see Santa at the mall. And ask him for the 8th Skulduggery Pleasant book. I imagine the conversation will go something like this.'
Santa: Well, ho ho ho, little girl. Of course I'll get you that nice book. Ho ho ho.
Me: HAHAHAHAHA! TRICKED YOU! IT DOESN'T EXIST YET! SANTA WOULD KNOW THAT!! *rips of Santa's beard and traumatizes thirty little kids*
Zafira!!! Get thy arse on Skype!
*laughs* LOL, Death!
Note Sixteen:
Villainy Test from the back of a H.I.V.E. book:
1. You find a wallet on the floor filled with ten pound notes, do you:
A. Immediately take the wallet and hand it over, still filled with the money.
B. Help yourself to some of the money and then take it to the police.
C. Take the money, throw the wallet in the bin and spend the cash on stolen blueprints for the nearest bank.
2. You see a small child eating your favourite ice cream, do you:
A. Ask the child where he got the ice cream and set off to buy your own.
B. Explain to the child that ice cream is bad for the teeth and make him feel guilty enough to hand it over.
C. Organise two henchmen to suspend the small child upside down over a duck pond while you enjoy the icy goodness of their treat.
3. Your parents agree to buy you any birthday present you want, do you ask for:
A. Nothing, you would rather your parents treated themselves.
B. A new hi-fi and games system so you can lock yourslef away in your bedroom.
C. A small island in the Pacific, fully equipped with secret hideout, submarine base and lasers.
4. When buying a new house what room is your priority?
A. An ecologically sound conservatory.
B. A huge communications room so you can spy on your nearest and dearest.
C. An underground lair complete with torture devices and a shark-filled pool.
5. You have a red button in front of you that you have been told never to press, do you: A. Quietly read a book, never giving the buton a second thought.
B. Stroke the button gently, always feeling tempted to give it a good push.
C. Instantly press the button - you built this doomsday device so why shouldn't you use it
6. An army of robots is about to take over your town, do you:
A. find a way to foil the robots and destroy them forever.
B. Find a way to foil the robots but keep one just n case you might need it one day.
C. Find a way to foil the robots because frankly your army of GIANT SPACE ROBOTS will do a better job.
7. You need to hire a henchman, who do you hire?
A. Your mum.
B. A couple of ex-cons you found through eBay.
C. A suitably subserient weakling who will bow to your every needs . . . and a GIANT SPACE ROBOT.
8. You have captured your heroic foe and can at ast be rid of him, do you:
A. Have a change of heart, let him go and give yourself up to the authorities.
B. Give the hero five minutes to escape from a shrinking room while making a quick getaway.
C. Take a long time to explain your convoluted plans for ruling the world, realise the hero has escaped and send your GIANT SPACE ROBOT after him.
If your answers are mostly As . . .
To be fair, you don' really have a villainous bone n your body. In fact, I suspect you would rather share a cup of tea with your foe, talk about old times and generally have a nice time. It's probably best to give up villainy now and try something more suited to your needs, say knitting or looking after bunnies.
If your answers are msotly Bs . . .
Okay, so you have some villainous traits but you're not quite ready for big time yet. You're the kind of villainous soul that would pull only half the legs off a spider so they would have some chance of getting away. With a little training you could be a decent villain but you're no way ready for the big league.
If your answers are mostly Cs . . .
Hello future megolomaniac and ruler of the world. You are a vile villain through and through. You've probably got some plans to take over the world hidden in a draw somewhere and if you haven't already undergone training in Applied Villainy at H.I.V.E. then you should be applying for a place now. Oh, and I hear that GIANT SPACE ROBOTS are currently half-price at your local superstore.
Grief... You are epic!
Zaf, I was one of the main people at the Requiem Ball too!
Note Seventeen (MY FIRST COMMENT!!!):
Star Midnight said...
I'd also like to learn about symbols
January 22, 2012 4:16 PM
Note Eighteen (asteriks by songs I haven't heard):
Disturbed's songs and albums:
THE SICKNESS:
Voices
The Game
Stupify
Down with the Sickness
Violence Fetish
Fear
Numb
Want
Conflict
Shout 2000
Droppin' Plates
Meaning of Life
BELIEVE:
Prayer
Liberate
Awaken
Believe*
Remember
Intoxication
Rise
Mistress
Breathe
Bound
Devour
Darkness*
TEN THOUSAND FISTS:
Ten Thousand Fists
Guarded
Deify
Stricken
I'm Alive
Sons of Plunder
Overburdened
Decadence
Forgiven
Land of Confusion
Sacred Lie
Pain Redefined
Avarice
INDESTRUCTIBLE:
Indestructible
Inside the Fire
Deceiver
The Night
Perfect Insanity
Haunted
Enough
The Curse
Torn
Criminal
Divide
Façade
ASYLUM:
Remnants
Asylum
The Infection
Warrior
Another Way to Die
Never Again
The Animal
Crucified
Serpentine
My Child
Sacrifice
Innocence
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
THE LOST CHILDREN:
Hell
A Welcome Burden*
This Moment
Old Friend
Monster
Run
Leave It Alone
Two Worlds*
God of the Mind
Sickened
Mine*
Parasite
Dehumanized
Three
Midlife Crisis
Living After Midnight*
Yes Em! I on iPad though
Yay!!! I got mostly C's!!!!
Zaf, it's Death Rose!
Note Nineteen (This was originally a ded):
I just listened to "Enough" by Disturbed and I actually started crying. Not kidding. It just got me thinking, WHY? Why are humans like this? Why do we strive for more when we have enough already? What POSSESSES us to march accross the world killing people so we can have more? (Oh golden god, I'm crying again). WHY? Why do we send people off to die just so we can have more stuff? More land, more possessions, more pride? "Oh, I want silk clothes, can you ten thousand warriors go and kill yourselves so I can have them?" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH COTTON??? Why do you have to kill people and put them in horrible situations just so you can boast about how big your stupid empire is????? Why do people have to lose jobs or get their jobs they like turned into jobs they hate just because YOU want power and YOU think you know best?
I guess I've gone off track here. This isn't a dedication, really, it's an emotional outburst. Was. I'm calm now, as you might be able to tell by my language. But I'm not gonna delete it, because hell, strong emotions matter
Frosty, you have to dedicate!!!
do you know what time of year it is... its social dancing time...*gulp* that means dancing, to traditional scottish songs for 50 mins... SAVE ME.
It's because China Sorrows does it!
Note Nineteen (Cont.):
I suppose what I'm dedding to is the hope that we get better. Let's face it, humankind have stuffed up pretty bad, on the whole. In TimeRiders, they say that humans aren't better than other animals, we're just more ruthless. We're a horrible species of animal. We kill for no reason, we kill for fun, we flippin' kill OURSELVES. We have wars, we have the stupid politics, we have the whole power problem. Y'know, "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." My dad was once telling me about communism, and I can't remember it all but it was something about getting rid of the rulers and then putting these other people in charge for a bit, or something. And my dad said that in theory, communism was a good idea, but it never worked because the people they put in charge of the country always became corrupted by the power, and we hadn't figured a way out of that. My dad's awesome, y'know? He once managed to prove to me that the kids in Gone didn't need a leader, and he hadn't even read the books. (His proof was that I couldn't counter his arguement any more so, therefore, he had to be right). If you want me to, I'll happily talk about Gone and leaders for ages, but not now - I'm getting off track again. Where was I? Oh yeah, humankind. We suck. We're CRUEL. Other animals aren't like that. They kill to survive, and they kill because their instincts are telling them to. Us? We also kill for fun, and we kill because we want more. Buddhists say that all suffering comes from craving, and if we stopped craving, we would stop suffering. I'm a Christian and staying that way, but the Buddhists really do look like they're onto something there. Human beings, we crave. We always want more. Y'know how goldfish are really stupid, and they don't know when to stop eating, and that if they're food around them they'll just eat until they kill themselves because they don't know any better? We're like that. We're stupid like goldfish. Only we're smart too, too smart. Instead of just killing one person when we take too much, we kill everything around us as well. We've driven species to extinction. We're killing the planet and everything on it, including ourselves, with global warming. We're stupid like the goldfish, but we're smart too. (YES, I repeated. It's a literary device; don't diss). We're smart enough to know that our actions have consequences. We're smart enough to look at history and see where we stuffed up. We're smart enough to start religions like Buddhism and we're smart enough to write books like Gone and we're smart enough to make music like Disturbed. AND THEN WE DON'T FRIGGIN' LISTEN TO OURSELVES. We look at the warnings, then ignore them. Look at me, I know about global warming and yet I'm STILL using up electricity on writing this out. *feels guilty* But have I stopped writing? Nope. I want to finish it, so I'm ignoring the fact I'm killing my planet and listining to my craving. [TBC]
Frosty, I do NOT envy you right now... I'm meeting my sister's über hot boyfriend later...
Thank you Star. Most people get freaked out when I share my view of humanity (which is pretty much like yours). It's good to know there's someone who sees it like I do.
ok dedication time...
I dedicate this page to ... hmmm
actually I have decided , does anyone want to dedicate on my behalf ? I will gladly give the honour away to any willing person...? :)
Note Twenty (Still continuing):
I know this, but I still think "whatever" and carry on regardless. I'm doing it now, because I can't bear not to finish this. We're corrupt, we humans. We do good things, but we do so many bad things and we're killing ourselves. I know we deserve it, and it would be better for everyone if our race died, but the other animals don't deserve to die, and as corrupted as we are, I don't want the humans to die either. But we will, if we don't prevent it. If we humans don't hurry up and evolve into a better species, then I fear for this planet, really I do. I dedicate the page to that happening, then. :)
I also dedicate it to Disturbed, for being amazing, giving me something to ded to, and making me cry. Works of art that make me cry also automatically make me hold the creator(s) of that work in very high esteem, so well done Disturbed, and well done to all you other people who've made me cry.
And I dedicate it to Zathract Darkshade, formerly know as Zathract Mist. I think I owe him an apoloy; I mean, I've know him since JANUARY and I didn't go and listen to any Disturbed until OCTOBER. I'm ashamed of myself. My only excuse is that I have no access to iTunes or anything, so I don't download songs at all. Yeah, not much of an excuse, is it? But since Saturday, I've been YouTubing Disturbed A LOT, because Zath was right, they're amazing. And because Zath lead me to them, he gets a third of the ded as well. And because I owe him an apology. So yeah.
THAT IS ALL.
CAN I HAVE THE DEDICATION!
THANKS, PERSEPHONE. :) :) :) :) :)
IT'S GREAT TO KNOW I'M NOT ALONE. :D
you certainly may, sev :D
Ink, obviously you have never killed a Grande Mage before. I killed the one in Hawaii, before all the magic happened, I was on a beach getting a tan and then this guy tells me if I kill this guy, that he'll give me $10000!
So, yeah! The Grande Mage's name was Zodiac Black
I'll get the dedication soon, I have to run a scene right now
Though, I could never, ever, EVER hurt an animal, even to save my own life...
Note Twenty-One (I have no idea why I wrote this, either . . . ):
My mind is shrouded in blackness. The dark crept up slowly, soft, gentle tentacles twining around me lightly. They were not unnoticed, but I did not mind them being there. A large part of me wanted them there, was fascinated by them. Only now the tendrils are so many that I cannot always see through them. Often I end up seeing them instead, focusing on them. It is too let to pull them off; they wrap around me, limiting my movements. I brought this on myself. The consequences are mine to deal with.
Yo! I'm here for like 10 minutes
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