Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious?
The paperback will be released for everyone else on the 27th of March, and because we are very, very smart people, we will be releasing the paperback of The Maleficent Seven, which takes place BEFORE LSODM, on the 8th of May.
Just to confuse you.
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Sorry poofed. I'm fine thanks star.....
How are you gal?
I'm good. :) :)
It's Friday, you know. :P
I'm distant though, sorry. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Also can I make a page dedication?
*looks up* Yes, you can. :) You can have this page, if you like.
MY THUMB KEEPS TWITCHING. O_O
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm going to take your silence as a yes...
I dedicate this page to Chase. I may not have known him but clearly he has touched the heart of my fellow bloggers. He has his own hash tag asking for him to be in book nine, showed by people who would love to be in the book themselves. He is clearly a good person and there for this page is dedicated to Chase.
#ChaseForBook9
What do you mean your thumbs are twitching? Also do you like the dedication?
Hello.
Hey dragy. I have a new nickname for you like each time I see you don't I?
Yes, you kind of do :P
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYtj38KQxm4
I think that, just for some music in a main menu, is awesome.
Sorry bout that, its probably annoying... anyway hey! How iz u?
I'm fine, you?
@Silente: That's an amazing ded. :) :) *hugs*
Thank you. :) :) :) :) :) :)
And - my thumb just . . . twitches. I've probably just leant on a nerve funny, or something. :P
Hi Dragona! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey Star!
Also, to stop your thumb twitching, try pulling it.
I'm fine thanks dragy.
@star *hugs back * your welcome. I noticed loads of you put #ChaseForBook9 on each comment and figured he was someone important to you all...especially since its not just one person and you never forget to do it.
Maybe you have a trapped nerve 0_0
Star, have you ever watched Heartbeat?
...I think stars poofed.....
Lol maybe.
Maybe her thumb twitched so much it used up ALL her energy and she fainted...
So have you seen Frozen?
I have, Dragona. :)
I LOVE IT WHEN IT'S FILMED IN WHITBY AND I CAN FREAK OUT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE.
I've been to the Merlin castle, too.
It's ace. :)
And - thanks for the advice. :) *pulls thumb*
Thanks, Silente. :) :) *hugs*
#ChaseForBookNine
Your welcome star *hugs again* I've been to Whitby too. And the Abbey, atop the 200 steps...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTsD2FjmLsw
That has to be my favourite video game soundtrack of all time.
Star, same! We usually go to Whitby on holiday since it's great. I've been to where it's actually filmed, too. ^^
Hey look we've all been Whitby! Where about do you live Dragy?
I live in West Yorkshire. ^^
I've been to Whitby multiple times. I went with school, once, though. And we had to draw the abbey. :P
I ADORE HOW MANY YORSHIRIANS THERE ARE.
IT'S JUST
OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD . . .
FOUR PEOPLE FROM YORKSHIRE. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
DAMN
YOU BOTH LIVE IN WEST YORKSHIRE.
*sits in the east miserably*
WHY
#ChaseForBookNine
Omg where about in west Yorkshire?!?!
I live on the west coast of America! :-P
There there star, its okay, we still love you even if you are eastern. It daint matter gal.
Hey moss!
I live in the middle of nowhere. :P
Town name? Like star lives in Hull, I live in Huddersfield...
I live AROUND Huddersfield. Also in the middle of nowhere.
Actually, not really that close to Huddersfield. But it's like the biggest town that's around where I live :P
OMG I LIVE NEAR ISH ANOTHER BLOGGER! YEY, I DONT KNOW WHY IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY BUT YEY!
Lol.
Did you hear about the guy who was drunk and fell asleep in a skip and was crushed to death and found in a recycling plant?
OH MY GOSH.
*screams*
Ah, Seattle and Yorkshire . . . :P
*hugs Moss* :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
No...that sounds real gruesome...I'm supprised I didn't hear about this. Where was this?
Yorkshire is like the best place ever.
Just for the simple fact of... YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS.
YORKSHIRE PUDDINGS>EVERYTHING
Silente, it was in the paper not that long ago.
And also by extention pancakes because the batter is the same...
I don't read the paper much. The news just makes me sad...
Pancakes are also awesome.
Lol, I don't read it either. I just saw a headline whilst I was doing to get a mars bar from a shop.
Ahh okay.
Msd
Brb.
e-qua-tion n The act or process of being equal; a mathematical statement expressing the equality of two quantities, usually shown as (=).
#ChaseForBookNine
THE TENSION IS KILLING ME.
*buried face in hands*
@Annika: NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL. :P
Hello. :) :)
Wb, Dragona!
#ChaseForBookNine
I NEED SOMETHING TO TAKE MY MIND OFF THINGS.
DRAGONA!
*hugs Dragona*
HOW ARE YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?
I'm fine, thanks. How are you, Annika?
*lets go of Dragona*
I am throughly stressed and anxious, thank you kindly.
Why are you stressed and anxious?
Hey Star! How are you?
I applied for a Thing and I'm waiting for their response and it's AGONY.
*angrily pounds the walls*
Annika, try distracting yourself with music or YouTube or something.
@Annika: NEXT TIME I'M CRYING AND BEGGING YOUR FOR MERCY, REMEMBER THIS MOMENT. :P
*hugs*
Have you tried reading?
I don't know, it's just reading seems like something that would transport your mind to another place effectively enough.
The girl who I sit next to in French has a folder, and it had bands names on it, and Panic! At the Disco is one of them. I thought of you. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
*grinds teeth together*
Grah! Grah!
I need to do something, and Tobuscus videos aren't helping.
I should solo role-play. I'm gonna solo-role-play.
*turns on some Panic! At The Disco*
Perhaps this will help.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTsD2FjmLsw
I literally have that playing constantly atm. I can't get over how epic it sounds xD
Music is good, but . . . well, I find that music dims my thoughts and feelings. But I can still think, behind the barrier. :P That's why reading is more effective, in my opinion - because you're not there anymore. You're inside the book.
With music, you're still there.
#ChaseForBookNine
Annika, I've been feeling like an RP for a while now if you want to do like a somewhat larger one.
(Oh my gosh, Dragona, that sounds AWESOME.)
Star, do you have time to read my Mass Effect story?
*isn't sure whether I should be encouraging or discouraging this solo roleplay :P*
#ChaseForBookNine
(I would really like to role-play with you, Dragona, but I think a solo would be safer because Mom is going to come home literally any minute and drag me to Alisa's house.)
Annika, it IS. That has to be my favourite video game soundtrack of all time, and they make it play in JUST the right places at the end of Mass Effect 2. I'll be getting there again shortly. I only have to do a few more missions and HELLO EPIC SOUNDTRACK :P
Well, Alisa's house would probably be a good distraction. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
And that's fine. It's probably safer. ^^
(Alisa is a little bit touched in the head, by which I mean she's an eco-crazed health maniac with a garden full of herbs than I'm 90% sure are illegal.)
(*that)
(Anyway, here I go. Stay or not, 'tis up to you, but I'll probably post it on Superfluous if it turns out to be any good.)
*it is a somber sort of morning*
*gray skies, gray sea, gray Blogland*
Oscar: *arrives at the Midnight Hotel*
*with a large bag of cleaning supplies*
Oscar: *enter lobby*
Hullo? Mr. Shudder?
I’m not staying, I just-
*holds up bag*
I offered to clean Doctor’s room?
Anton: *storms down the stairs and past Oscar without a word*
Oscar: Er . . .
Anton: Shut up!
. . . I mean, do whatever you want.
Oscar: . . . Alright then.
*goes upstairs*
Oscar: *knocks on the door to Room 14*
Who is it?
Oscar: Miguel, your room-service boy.
*opens door*
Thank God you’re here. Come in quick, I need to talk to you.
Oscar: *frowns*
That’s never a good thing to hear from one’s fiancé.
*she looks very shaken*
*like she’s just seen a ghost*
*she keeps glancing down the hall*
*where Anton left*
*she holds the door open a little wider*
Come in. Quickly!
Oscar: *scoots past her*
Um, Doctor . . .
*desperately* You can clean while I talk!
Oscar: *nods firmly*
Deal.
What's superfluous?
Oohhhh I'm such a for I can't be free
No escape from the storm inside of me
I can't control the curse!
Ohhh Anna please you'll only make it worse,
There's so much fear
Your not safe here
Nooo
Ahahahahahahahahhhhhhhh
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII CANT!
GOD DAMN IT FROZEN GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
(The Superfluous Adventures of Doctor Precocious and Oscar Neurotic is one of my blogs. The one where I post my more lengthy role-plays.)
*sits down heavily on the couch*
Oscar, Anton was just in to speak to me.
Oscar: *standing on a chair, scrubbing the windows*
Uh-huh.
Oscar! Focus!
Oscar: What? I’m focusing! Damn, this smudge is hard to get off.
Oscar, my uncle checked into the Midnight Hotel several days ago.
Oscar: *begins to scrub more furiously*
I beg your pardon?
He checked in, stayed for a day, and left.
*begins to anxiously sip her tea*
Oscar: Why the hell would he do a thing like that? I thought he was gone for good . . .
I didn’t kill him, he got away, and . . .
*beginning to tremble all over*
What was he doing here? What did he DO, Oscar!?
Oscar: *aggressively scrubbing the windows*
*he cleans when he’s stressed*
*or sad*
*or happy*
*or upset*
*or anything, really*
One day? And then checked out?
Yes!
*stands up*
*begins to pace*
I’ve torn my rooms upside-down looking for anything that’s different, but he was never here! I’m sure of it! And Anton said he never saw him come down the stairs until he checked out.
Oscar: . . . Did he poison something in the kitchens?
No! I checked there!
Oscar: And you’re sure he wasn’t in your room?
Positive!
Hey again Silente! How are you?
*watching* :) :)
Oh. Well, good luck at Alisa's house?
#ChaseForBookNine
Ah...
I have loads of blogs, but mainly two.
Well, one.
My SP one I haven't posted on in like FOREVER.
Atm I'm just doing Mass Effect stories.
(Thank you.
*nods solemnly at Star*
I shall do all I can to survive.)
(Hey, Dragona, ain't nothin' wrong with Mass Effect stories.)
Oscar: *slowly steps down from the chair*
*admires the clean window*
I . . . I don’t know. Maybe he . . . I don’t know.
Oscar!
*grabs him by the shoulders*
Stop looking at the window! I am genuinely afraid, here!
Oscar: *puts an arm around her*
I know that this won’t be particularly comforting to you, but I think it’s likely that he was only watching you. Trying to determine when would be the best time to strike. I doubt he would’ve actually made an attempt on your life.
That’s NOT comforting!
Oscar: Shh.
*hugs her*
Now, listen.
*whispers* You’re completely safe. I promise. If he were going to come after one of us, he would come after me.
*whimpers* That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
Mass Effect stories which I had a sudden really awesome idea about earlier today.
Well, at 7 o'clock this morning.
I thought I'd make this story a straight up one.
But no, I'm going to add the biggest twist in I've ever added into any story ever.
I have frozen songs stuck swirling around in my head it sounds like a bloody ocestra of idiots got the hands on some instruments but at the same time I love the god damn songs!
How bout you?
Oscar: Doctor . . .
You remember what happened in Hollow Falls. You remember what he did to you.
*beginning to shake violently again*
I can’t let that happen to you again. I can’t.
Maybe . . . maybe we should call off the wedding.
Oscar: No!
*holds her at arms length*
No! Absolutely not!
We’ve come this far, we’ve struggled for so long, we are going to get married. That’s it. I don’t intend to lose you. And besides, if we call off the wedding now, Gary and Finish will jump off cliffs.
*bites her lip*
No, no you don’t understand.
Oscar: I understand perfectly well.
Oscar, before he left he told me . . . he told me he would be there. He told me that something would happen on our wedding day. Something dreadful.
Oscar: Doctor, this is a supervillain wedding. It will be locked up tighter than Fort Knox; no one that we don’t want there will be there. Finish will make sure of that.
. . .
*stares at the ground*
. . . I’m scared, Oscar.
I’m not scared of him coming for me. If I knew that he was going to try to kill me, I could defend myself. Somehow. But it’s not that. It’s not KNOWING. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, and it’s eating me up inside.
I don’t know what to do.
I'm fine, thanks, Silente.
I'm fine, thanks, Silente.
... double post, again? Seriously?
Stupid blogger.
I press the button once and it comments twice.
NO
NO
CALL OFF THE FUCKING WEDDING.
EVEN FORT KNOX IS NOT IMPENETRABLE.
NOT TO INDESTRUCTIBLE BUBBLES LIKE ME.
BUT YEAH.
#ChaseForBookNine
Oscar: . . .
*sits down on the couch*
Oscar: *sits beside her*
. . . Do you remember 1632?
. . .
*weak nod*
Yes. I remember.
Oscar: You were in Venice at the time, masquerading as a schoolteacher, and I was lurking in the shadows, a dozen footpads ready to ambush you and slit your throat. I had dozens of chances to kill you, but I didn’t. I held back. Do you know why?
*nods slowly*
Because you didn’t want me dead. You wanted to kill me. There’s a difference.
Oscar: Precisely. Hassle Precocious doesn’t want you dead. He wants to kill you.
*gently tilts her face towards his own and kisses her*
Just like I did.
*kisses her again*
And I swear by chartreuse tablecloths that I will never allow that to happen. I’d sooner die.
. . . Thank you.
Oscar: *smiles shyly*
Which reminds me, Finish has been nagging me about the music for the reception.
Oh? What were you thinking?
Oscar: Gary suggested we play Jonathan Coulton's “Skullcrusher Mountain.”
*laughs*
Oh, brilliant! That’s perfect!
Oscar: *laughs*
I know how it feels to be obsessed with music, Silente.
I know how it feels.
*nods sorrowfully*
(You know, if I spent less time obsessing over things, I would be so much further on in life, I believe. All those wasted thoughts . . . I could have put the brainpower to better use. :P)
#ChaseForBookNine
*starts pacing round the room* argh get out get out get out! Leave me alone songs! Vgubuhbuvftxrsxybijnojj
He's a bit of a fixer upper, he's got a couple of bugs
NO I DONT
Xtffubjcgujnjggyf no! Bad! Leave me be! Let me think!
*paces faster in a circle*
*and faster*
*and faster*
*is basically a blur of muttering movement*
Star, I just posted another part of my ME story if you have time, again :P
Oscar: Gary’s been working almost harder than Finish has, especially recently.
Is he planning the bachelor party?
Oscar: *expression darkens*
. . . Finish is taking care of that.
Ah.
Oscar: I’m not looking forward to it.
Oh, come now. It’ll be fun, I’m sure.
Oscar: Finish said that if all goes according to plan, none of us will remember a minute of it.
*stifles a chuckle*
I can’t wait to witness the aftermath.
Oscar: Eh . . .
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you drunk.
Oscar: Oh, you must have!
No.
Oscar: I’ve seen YOU drunk.
Everyone’s seen me drunk.
Oscar: *bites his lip*
. . . Right.
. . .
Oscar: We’ll work on that, I suppose.
I won’t get drunk at the wedding, Oscar.
Oscar: Of course you won’t.
*pats her on the shoulder*
. . . Are you teasing me?
Oscar: . . . Yes.
*hugs her*
*hugs him back*
Get. Out. Of. My. Head. Leave. Me. Be.
*starts shaking uncontrollably * *takes no notice* OUT. OF. MY. HEAD. FROZEN.
*they stay that way for a moment*
*enjoying the feeling of each other in their arms*
. . . Oscar?
*her voice is very quiet*
Oscar: Hm?
Do you think we’ll live happily ever after?
Oscar: *lets go of her and gives her a strange look*
*he leans on the arm rest and ponders the question*
Oscar: *slowly* Supervillains don’t live happily ever after.
Neither do cowards and drunks.
*stares at the floor and nods*
*she knows he’s right*
*so she doesn’t stop him when he gets up to continue cleaning*
*instead she remains on the couch*
*sipping her cup of tea*
*she wonders how many years, collectively, she’s spent sipping tea*
*all years she’ll never get back*
*her magic is gone*
*her family and friends gone*
*all she has left*
*is Oscar*
*but supervillains don’t live happily ever after*
*and neither do cowards and drunks*
THE END
Just be quite! Stop with the noise!
*ignores the aching pain spread through out her whole body* Shhh!
Annika, I've been meaning to ask you something.
I know this might sound a little odd bordering on stupid, but could you not refer to purple carrots as dangerous?
They do have a special meaning to me, and while I'm glad that Blogland has embraced them as some sort of symbol thing, it really hurts to see them portrayed as dangerous.
For starters, they aren't figments of my imagination. Purple carrots actually exist, though they are not as popular as their orange counterparts. I first came across them at the local farmer's market, when my Dad randomly brought some home. They were good. And purple is my favorite color, so...
Later, I did some research on carrot history and discovered that carrots weren't orange until the 16th century or so. The original carrots, cultivated in the middle east, were mainly purple and yellow, with occasional other varieties of red, white and even black. Orange carrots were bred much later by Dutch scientists and rose to popularity as a national symbol. These are the kind you see in the grocery stores today.
The analogy my brain can't seem to let go of is orange carrots representing the popular people that get recognized and such, while the purple carrots are the creative individuals who are seldom paid attention to and thought of as weird. So when I give you a purple carrot, it means that you're special.
And if I don't, then you're still special because you're still you and that's all that matters.
That analogy is really strong for me, perhaps stronger than it should be. But it doesn't shake the fact that I'm sometimes in tears after I see purple carrots used in such a way.
So could you please not invoke them as a potential murder weapon?
I know you're all into the theatrics and stuff, but in the future, could you please find some other item to be theatrical about if a similar situation arises?
I don't mind you mentioning purple carrots as purple carrots, it's just referring to them as a dangerous weapon...
Somebody said Frozen?
I have tears in my eyes, Annika.
*hugs*
I love Osmosis. Oh, by the way, my friend mentioned the word 'osmosis' when we were standing with a group of girls who don't really know me. Apparently I have the best reaction ever to the word 'osmosis'. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
(*waves arms wildly*
Whoa now, back off, Moss. I'm not here to make enemies. I'm here to have fun. Anything can be invoked as a potential murder weapon, and purple carrots were the only Blogland-y thing I could think of.
*waves arms*
So don't get your knickers in a twist. Anything can be a murder weapon, and that includes duckling and rainbows.)
*pauses in her pacing* *hugs moss* hey its okay. Chin up gall. Of course we'll ALL stop using purple carrots a a negative thing!
(*waves arms again*
I am going to BREAK YOUR DELICATE LITTLE HEART, STAR.
*mad cackle*
Oh, Osmosis. Osmosis was the best thing that couple possibly have happened to me.)
(*could)
Chione yes I did its stuck in my head and won't go away!
*resumes mega fast pacing* *searing pain returns* *so does uncontrollable shaking*
*hugs Lantern*
Well said. :)
It's okay. I get it. *nods*
It's a bit like when I get overly possessive about things and then people break them or whatever because it's only a whatever it is, and then they don't understand why I get upset over it.
*frowns*
That analogy is a bit not-quite-lined up, like tectonic plates, but ummm . . .
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello. I am sometimes called when someone mentions Frozen. I am the ice queen and goddess after all.
*bows* How is everyone?
(I am feeling stressed, nervous, anxious, and a little sick to my stomach. Thank you for asking, Chione! How are you?)
I HAVE GOD DAMN FROZEN SONGS STUCK IN MY HEAD SWIRLING AROUND BREAKING STUFF!!!
But otherwise yeah I'm fine..you?
It's already been broken. D:
I don't think bubbles have hearts, though . . .
My invisible metaphorical heart has been broken. *nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm not mad at you, Annika. I'm simply expressing what I believe in and sharing that matter to me.
Please don't just brush it off like that.
I'm good. Sorry for not being on so often, I'm terrible at being active on this. It's like writing a diary. I have very good sense of timing btw.
Star, I don't know if you saw but there's a new part of my ME story.
Thanks for the comment on the other one, by the way.
(*sits n the middle of the comment thread*
*a little dejectedly*
. . . Well.
I don't know what to do, now that role-play's done.)
*curls up in corner* *rock forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards* *is being driven crazy by Frozen songs* *that's just great*
Silente *walks over to her and sits next to her*
*whispers in her ear* Do you want to build a snowman?
*shakes* *crys out in pain* *let's out an unearthly roar* awww s**t forgot the seru-
*curls up in pain*
(Alright, all, I'm afraid I must go to Alisa's now.
I WILL be back this evening, however, with Gary and Photo in tow, to come play with everyone. Before things spiral out of control, I want to have some fun, and give my role-play a more light-hearted tone, and there's no finer way to do that then with wedding planning.
Farewell, all!)
(*than)
Bye Annika!
NO! *GASP* NO. I DONT... *SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH* DONT WANNA BUILD A SNOWMA-
*SHAKES AGAIN, ONLY JUST HOLDING ONTO HER HUMANITY (AND SANITY)*
Bye Annika
Bye bye annika
*makes it snow around them* Are you sure?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTsD2FjmLsw
*fumbles round in pocket* *one hand is on her stomach, her fingers now claws dig deep into the skin drawing bright red blood* sure. *produces needle* *fumbles and drops needles* Nooo! *tries to grab it* *pushes it into chione* stab *shakes violently* vein... quick... *shakes* then... *whispers* run.... *cries out again* snowman afte-
((*pushes into chiones hand*))
Ow! *creates a path of ice to get above Silente*
Wait, are we RPing?
No! Help me! *growls* *shudders rack her body* can't....hold...on....much...longe- *screams and writhes, shreading her own skin* help! Inject me!
Yes, Dragona. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Dragy- yeah, it kinda happened))
Ooh yay can I join in? I wanna be evil :D
(You don't have to ask dragy! Just figure out a place and slide right in, like with a swimming pool, or hot tub)
(Uh, currently my character is 180m tall and made of metal... don't think it'd fit in a swimming pool or a hot tub) :P
((You know what I mean Missy!))
*continues writhing and shreading skin* *continuously cursing Chione for taking to long* *let's out an almighty roar* *stands up, shaking of the remains of the human disques* *looks around with coal black eyes, a snarl hanging on the monsters lips*
And I'm not a missy. ^^
((You know what I mean mister? Just jump in already!))
*looks around searching for pray* *a brutal snarl fills the air* *backs down onto claws and feet*
*lands on the ground and looks for someone to harvest*
*looks back at the metal machine towering behind her* *snarls at it, there is no flesh visible in that one and there for no blood*
*activates laser and destroys a building*
*flinches away from the burning wreckage * *smiles a gruesome smile* *looks again at the robot* *starts bounding away*
*destroys another building*
*continues to bound away from the giant metal contraption* *pauses to see if it is targeting her or not*
((Where'd chione go?))
Woah whats going on?
*focuses its attention on Silente and fires its laser at her*
((Giant robot is attacking buildings and possibly me who forgot to take her serum (whoops) because of frozen songs, also hey zaf!))
*jumps out of the way of the beam just in time* *looks up and snarls at the monster* *starts bounding towards it, avoiding laser beams as she goes*
(So you're running around as a vampire...? Okay! Zaffy is so going to help subdue you
((Yes I'm running around after a giant metal machine that's fireing lasers at me as a vampire and by subdue you better not mean explode))
(I don't plan to)
*shadow-walks in* There's a vampire running around...and I'm human. Heh. Crap.
*fires again*
[Target incoming]
*sends a horde of zombies with cybernetic implants out to greet Silente*
((don't forget giant metal dragon who's looking for humans to harvest....))
*continues charging towards the metal monstrosity * *catches sight of zaf and all her very human blood* *quickly changes directions* *is now charging at zaf VERY quickly*
*and avoiding the robo-zombies*
Not just humans. All organic life.
*pours out more zombie-soldiers, but ones with armour and stuff and guns*
*fires its laser at Silente*
*screeches and shadow-walks near the bar* Is this vampire proof?
*looks back and snarls at the robo-creatures shooting at her* *dodges the bullets easily, swiping at any robo-dudes that get near*
(And, for reference:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FUFvb_FfdjY
This)
*looks around for the now missing zaf* *snarls in frustration of loading her pray* *continues swerving around laser blasts and bullets, eyes filled with the deep black fire that is hatred and hunger*
*keeps letting out more hordes of zombie soldiers until he has an entire army*
*continues to snarl at the army surrounding her* *claws flash red as they move from target to target, shredding their futile armour away *
*sneaks towards the treehouse grabbing my serum needles usually for Kessie*
*fires its laser at Silente again, accidentally carving a line through a skyscraper at the same time and felling it*
*leaps away from the falling glass building* *pauses to stare as zombies are crushed under the shattering glass* *shake of blood and gore* *prepared to fight again*
*keeps letting out more zombie creatures*
*lets out Banshees, who begin teleporting everywhere*
*meets the crowed of zombies with an open jaw and sharp claws * *spins and twirls as the soldiers fall* *keeps a look out for teleporting blood bags/banshees*
Also, for reference:
Just synthetic zombie:
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100623072145/masseffect/images/8/8a/Husk.png
Zombie soldier:
http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120313015217/masseffect/images/9/9b/ME3_Marauder.png
Banshee:
http://www.gamerzines.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/ArtDesign.jpg
((So maybe not teleporting blood bags...))
(No, not teleporting blood bags. More = they'll kill you if you get close)
Possibly
((Or maybe just teleporting blood bags extreme style))
(I have fallen victim to them many times, the Banshees.
If you get close, they pick you up and push their hand through your stomach. They also have shields AND armour and can like rip you apart)
((Sooo SUPER AMAZINGLY DEADLY EXTREME STYLE TELEPORTING BLOOD BAGS OF DOOM!?)
*Continues slaying down the zombie hoard, keeping an eye out for the banshees*
I dedicate this page to dynamite. Dynamite sticks are epic.
To Niccolò- because I kept thinking of him since history and sometimes its best to mention someone inportant to you.
*fires his laser at Silente, takes out a few of the zombies but just creates more*
*smiles a cruel smile at the zombies killed* *leaps skyward looking down at the immense mess created*
Alexis: Oh my god its a vampire
((Where did Alexis come from?))
(Most of Zaf's kids are all around Blogland
((Okay then))
*falls back to the earth, landing on zombies heads* *leas up again and again enjoying the sight of the dead below*
Alexis: *watches in shock*
Aro: Lexi you date a werewolf isn't mythical normal for you?
(Also, for reference, if this was in a situation like there are in the games - everyone in the blog would be dead, now :P)
((Vampires have super tough skin and super sharp claws. Plus their muscle strength and the fact that zafs in a tree house far away=we are all still alive.))
Looks around for the giant robot* *its really not hard to find* *it is gigantic after all* *starts angling towards it*
(The lasers can take down heavily armoured and shielded ships in one blast.)
(Yeah..if it hits ;-) If it doesn't hit nothing happens)
*bounds towards the metal machine getting closer and close each second*
Also *explodes randomly*
I really dislike it when people keep blaming everything on violent video games.
(Also... you shouldn't get close to a Reaper. They emit a signal which indoctrinates you - they control your mind)
((So do I its not the video games fault))
*is thrown back by the explosion* *looks around from the vantage point of the floor loo,king to see if the machine survived*
*the machine survived*
I think cartoons do more damage to children than violent video games do.
Firstly, if a game is rated 12, 16 or 18, you wouldn't buy it for someone like 6 years old. So if they do, it's the parents' fault.
Secondly, the games show what happen if you kill someone - whoever you shot or stabbed dies.
Cartoons show people getting shot, blown up, etc, with nothing happening to them.
((Where did zaf get to? One min she's at a tree house grabbing serum the next her kiddiwinks are on))
*jumps up and starts bounding away with only a snarl in the way if goodbye*
Hey Amethyst! How are you?
Hey Amethyst! How are you?
Double post again... damn it Blogger.
((Hey amethyst))
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