(*laughs*) *keeps walking ignoring her underlings* *she arrives at her tree house and turns into mist floating up to the deck where she solidifies* *watches Elleni and Fain, they have to find their own way up*
(Perhaps. But you'd think, somewhere in their brain, they'd have thought, "You know what, we're going to kill innocent people. This is wrong". What must be wrong with them if they think it is right?)
I'm not supporting terrorists or anything, but some people are just born with a brain that functions differently to most. For them it's just average, another day in the life of.
(I suppose so. I wonder why no one airstrikes them. You have satellites, so use them, then send a plane over. You kill them with no risk to your soldiers, and without them causing harm to civilians. Job done.)
Yeah and they said something a while ago about how in this fight, there will be no boots on the ground. So the US and Australians among others, are only sending out air strikes.
For you maybe, for me, I'd rather it didn't happen you know. I do honestly enjoy living in peace, leaving the house without dying. War, that destroys things. My half-granddad fought in World War II, my view on war is not to do it.
(I believe war is wrong, just as I believe killing is wrong - but it is necessary. Tell me: Which would be the preferable option: Killing a few terrorists and saving the lives of many innocents, or allowing said terrorists to kill many innocents?)
There has to be a point though, where one can see the difference between right and wrong. So that they don't you know, stray to far away from that lesser evil sort of thing.
(Oh how I would love to hide under the covers...but unfoetunately this evil jail for kids called school exists and i have to get ready for it, even if my feet are numb.) (*hugs Soph, partially for warmth mainly in an attempt to make her even a tiny bit more than average*)
(Dragona only has two lessons today and then he will be returning home. And then I shall be playing Mass Effect. Because, unfortunately, he is bad at the game.
(No. He did not. But who needs the Shadow? Give me a soldier or an adept and I will come first on the leaderboard every single damn time. He prefers infiltrator, but nevertheless, it is not he who is playing.
Dragona's experience so far is that it is rather cold.)
Why the brackets you ask ((I don't care if you didn't ask I'm reading your subconscious)) because I've confused myself trying to distinguish whether or not I was Raven or me. So I've decided to actually use the bracket system...
Sometimes I wonder why I tell you guys what. I think, not because I don't want to tell you, just because I don't think you care.)
I would like to dedicate this page to the fact that the majority of people on here are hiding. Hiding behind these identities we've made for ourselves. I'm not saying its a bad thing. Because it's nice not to be judged on our appearance, on our age. It's nice not to be judged by our names or how good we are at sport. We get to express ourselves on here, knowing we're all equals. I'm pretty sure that outside the blog, we all know that. It's just a little more obvious here. So, yes. I dedicate this page to that.
Also to knitting, baked Doritos, and the new season of Doctor Who. :)
Thanks :) *has to go now because of that universally dreaded thing which slowly drains the happiness and life from (mostly) innocent children- homework* *poofs*
So in the two middle lessons of the day at school, between recess and lunch, I had PE. But in 3rd session (streight after recess) I had a thing for concert band.
When I came back in lesson 4 to PE, my 4 friends were missing and there was an ambulance outside. I got really paniced. Because something had happened to one of my friends and I wasn't there to help and my friends mean everything to me.
And so I was freaking out, though keeping it to myself.
And I finally found out what happened like half an hour later.
Turns out N, who isn't a really close friend but is still a friend, had dislocated her knee and my other friends were there to make sure she was okay.
But I was so paniced when they weren't there because my friends and family are the most important things to me. I'd do anything for them
And when I told my friends this, they laughed a bit. Because I was panicking over nothing.
But I explained to them what I felt like by saying: Imagine going off to do something and coming back to find the thing you kove most missing.
And I think they only just realized how much they mean to me.
(You know when you see people on TV shows and they talk about how they drop their phones in the toilet and you sit there all, "Ha! What an idiot!" Yeah...I'm that idiot.
My phone currently sits in a bag of rice, turned off and I'm waiting, waiting the full 36 hours before pulling it out and checking it. Please, Golden God, use your brilliant powers to save my phone, I need my phone, because if it dies, I die too. Not because I need my phone because I want to use it so I can text my friends and stay up all night, but because if it dies, my parents will kill me. I am dead meat Golden God, you hear that, dead meat. Also, my phone has all my music on it and I don't want to have to stick my earphones into an iPad on the bus.
Look Golden God, yes, I called you a sadistic bastard, but please...help me, help my phone.)
(Yes, my phone incident has not only hurt me in the sense that my phone is probably going to die. But also in the sense that my pride and dignity have been brutally hit with a sledgehammer.
Ah, the bus, Dragona can always play the finger game. So what if it's a little morbid and deranged and weird, it fills time and improves memory.)
(Music can be redownloaded with little effort. I do not have a positive look on the situation - I am simply encouraging you to be positive. It could have been a lot worse.
(It's not the fact that it's gone. It's all sitting there, tens of thousands of songs, sitting right on the computer. It's that fact that I have nothing portable to play that music on now, it's not socially acceptable to walk around with massive boom boxes any more. Music is a really big part of me, and it depresses me that I can't take it with me to the orthodontist tomorrow, and maybe even longer. Okay then, WEEW, my phone dropped in the toilet, but it's totally okay because there's a small chance it will be fine and I did my best to save it and you know what they say, it's the thought that counts.
If you don't like the idea of the finger game, play the food game, it's the same basic idea. You come up with a different sort of food for every finger, eg. Left Hand Middle Finger is Slow roasted pork belly and then you come up with a place to eat it in, eg. Blogland. And you do that for all the fingers and then go back and remember them all. The if you want to make it harder, come up with side dishes or full blown addresses etc.)
(I believe you can buy MP3 players for very little money, and they are widely available.
That sounds somewhat interesting... Perhaps I could play the gun game instead. One finger per weapon and one place to shoot someone. Despite it sounding violent, I believe it may interest me more.)
(I choose to be stubborn and not resolve my problems, even though I just found my iPod and a nano. Thank you for you help.
Yeah, whatever works for you, presuming you know enough different types of guns it should work great. I have no donuts that you know more than 10 different guns. You could suit the game to whatever your tastes were, for music lovers, a song, or chord to play and where to play it, for intense shippers, a ship and the place it all began etc.)
(You are welcome. I am stubborn also, however, I believe it would be unwise to allow it to stand in the way of sense.
Yes, I know more than ten types of gun - hell, I can name more than ten pistols alone from my time. I could make one huge list. I enjoy listening to music somewhat, even though Dragona despises my taste in such. I would not classify myself as a music lover, however. And relationships aren't my thing. The one - and only one - I've ever had ended with me shooting my boyfriend in the head as he betrayed me for a terrorist organisation and was going to kill a few million people.)
(Well that's an accomplishment I suppose, good job.
My relationships aren't too good either, I had on when I was in Prep and Year 1 but then we left the school and then this year I was all like 'Why the hell not' and that ended in cryptically worded emails and a final conversation of: Me: Hey sorry for everything, it's okay if you never want to speak to me again. The only cute boy, in my opinion, in the whole school : *nods and walks away*
In some ways I detest couple love, but then in some forms I'm like nawwww so sweet. Any romance between kids under the age of 16 is stupid in my opinion, this was after the incident with the boy so that sort of changed my opinions on the world of relationships.)
(Hello Blake, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to both you and Chi and Loki and Rose in relation to the the Deathlake thing, she said something earlier about crying and I don't know if she was serious but I was all, I'm sorry. And I still think that it's a beautiful ship, but I'll stick to shipping it in I.T on a Wednesday, again sorry.)
(My respect for those who are in/enjoy relationships has not changed - I would simply not want to participate in one myself. Unless I am being punched, physical contact somewhat repulses me.)
(In fear of reading another comment that shatters my heart into three thousand pieces, I'm going to rephrase.
I'm refraining from letting the tiny, tiny, tiny, inner-fangirl in me from commenting on the Deathlake scenario in fear of shutting down the blog with fangirl cries. I can't stress how tiny this fangirl is, I don't fangirl but for this ship, I would short circuit half the world's internet systems to ship it. I would however only ship it, if something was to happen that stopped the relationship between Blake and Chi and Rose and Loki. Which won't happen because each couple in deeply in love and I wish all the best for your relationships. )
(hey raven i know how you feel (sort of) i dropped my old phone on concrete and the screen had a massive crack in the middle (so its not the same but its still close) )
(just a bit but then accidents happen its just part of life and its twists, anyway to lighten the mood i have a quote to say: after Tuesday even the calendar goes w t f and, you do make people happy (even Sophia i think) *this is all for raven*)
(That's a nice quote. I'd like to use it sometimes if that's ok with you. That makes me feel really good. When anyone actually says something nice, even to someone else, it just makes me all, 'today's going to be a good day.' And you're right, 'scuse the language but $#¡T happens, and you just got to deal with it. When life gives you lemons, make orange juice.)
(I'm fine with it (i found it on google) don't worry bout the language. wow i feel good for making someone feel good, and exactly (although it would be difficult making orange juice from lemons)
(I didn't say make orange juice from lemons, I said when life gives you lemons make orange juice. You drop the lemons, send a big middle finger to life, stuff what life gives you and find someone who has enough oranges to go around. That's what friends are for, oranges, friends are oranges.)
(Exactly, so that's pretty much as close as I'm ever going to get to Commander's average so you know, keep her average. It's better than making you less than average.)
(No - as a person, I used to live in Canada. As a character - I am stuck in Dragona's head, so am in Yorkshire. The same way that you live in Wales, but Garrett could live in China, effectively.)
I AM GOING IT IS GOING TO BE EPIC!!!!! me and my friend are going to try and get into the book by making weapons on Friday, i also have a question... If you are in a group and your friend is in a different group does it mean you do the Theatre Of Shadows seperately?
*tilts head at Blake, sighing* Just get out of my way. The more pressure you put me under, the more likely I am to shoot her. If you back off and walk away, I will try and find a peaceful solution. I just want a straight answer.
(*frowns* . . . I think Clara L. Crowley IS the Mad Hatter of Blogland. That hadn't occurred to me before, but now that I'm thinking about it, all the pieces fit. *agog* *aghast*)
You never go for a peaceful solution. Someone either ends up taken against their will or shot at, and every last one of us is sick of it. So put it down, walk away, and I'll consider not returning the favor for all the times you've hurt someone under the guise of "justice".
Believe it or not, Blake, but I don't actually enjoy shooting people. I try to do it as little as possible. Taken against their will? Isn't that exactly what prison is? But you don't seem to be standing in the way of prisons now, do you? Honestly? You're actually attempting to stop a fight? Why, because you weren't involved? If you don't believe what I'm doing is right, then what would your 'returning the favour' be? Would that not give someone else the excuse to do the same to you?
You've done a terrible job, and prisons use due process of law. They actually prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the offender is guilty before carting them off. You on the other hand seem to believe that your word alone, which nobody here trusts, is enough to merit a death penalty. So I'll say it again, get lost.
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*Gasps, coving hand with mouth dramatically*
Oops, mouth with hand I mean
*Smiles and fluffs out his feathers*
*Didn't know he could do that*
(*laughs*)
*keeps walking ignoring her underlings*
*she arrives at her tree house and turns into mist floating up to the deck where she solidifies*
*watches Elleni and Fain, they have to find their own way up*
*She tilted her head and looked back at Blake, expecting to see him sleeping. When she saw his eyes, her own widened and sheeanee backwards slightly*
Hello, Blake...
Oi. Too much homework... Gtg...
Bye! And Fain might be back, Idk.
*she leaned backwards
Hey, why the shy look?
*He smiles reassuringly and cuddles her*
I... I thought you were sleeping...
*She smiled and cuddled him back*
Apparently not eh?
Rose... what do you think would have happened if Loki and Chi hadn't met you and I?
( I can hear the fangirls squealing... )
*She pursed her lips and didn't meet his gaze. She could feel her face burning*
I... I don't know, Blake... I honestly don't know...
(Me too, Blake. XD )
(J's mortal form grows weak... He requires sleep. G'night Rose and anyone else who's here *cuddles all around*)
Fangirl 1: Please. I SHIP IT SO HARD!
Fangirl 2: Girl, please, you barely ship it compared to me.
Fangirl 1: OH NO YOU DIDN'T!
Fangirl 3: Hey! I built this ship!
Fangirl 4: Shut up! I'm going to miss the part where they confess their love for eachother!
All 1000 fangirls : *scream*
(El...)
(Goodnight Blake and J.)
(Got to get ready for this sleepover thing tonight... I'll be distant...)
Goodbye Blake.
Email Elleni!
(Not here. Math)
Blah. Geometry.
I like algebra better....
Hello...?
(Hello.)
(Hello Raven. How are you?)
I'm good. Well, to be honest, I'm scared of the terrorists, because there was a stabbing pretty close to me, so yeah. How are you?
(I am average.
I do not understand why someone would become a terrorist.)
Just how some people are made.
(Perhaps. But you'd think, somewhere in their brain, they'd have thought, "You know what, we're going to kill innocent people. This is wrong". What must be wrong with them if they think it is right?)
I'm not supporting terrorists or anything, but some people are just born with a brain that functions differently to most. For them it's just average, another day in the life of.
(I suppose so.
I wonder why no one airstrikes them. You have satellites, so use them, then send a plane over. You kill them with no risk to your soldiers, and without them causing harm to civilians. Job done.)
Yesterday the US sent air strikes on Syria.
(That is good. *nods* It is the most logical thing to do.)
Yeah and they said something a while ago about how in this fight, there will be no boots on the ground. So the US and Australians among others, are only sending out air strikes.
(The moment you actually use soldiers, you are putting lives at risk. Using drones, planes and helicopters is the better choice.)
Yeah, it's starting to look a lot like war though.
(It is. But war is sometimes necessary.)
For you maybe, for me, I'd rather it didn't happen you know. I do honestly enjoy living in peace, leaving the house without dying. War, that destroys things. My half-granddad fought in World War II, my view on war is not to do it.
(I believe war is wrong, just as I believe killing is wrong - but it is necessary.
Tell me: Which would be the preferable option: Killing a few terrorists and saving the lives of many innocents, or allowing said terrorists to kill many innocents?)
I better make a mental note to stop losing to your genius and logic...
Yes, in that way, war is necessary.
(Logic I can agree with. Genius less so.
And there you go. Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled - to take a life, yes - but to save many more in the process.)
Rightio then. Kill to save, I get that, I can somewhat agree with that.
(It isn't about right and wrong. It is about choosing the lesser evil.)
There has to be a point though, where one can see the difference between right and wrong. So that they don't you know, stray to far away from that lesser evil sort of thing.
(Yes. There is. *nods* And it is my job to stand on that point. That is where I operate.)
Well, I do hope you enjoy standing on that point.
(I don't, no.)
Why do a job if you don't enjoy it?
(Someone has to do it. It is necessary.)
Someone else would do it.
(I may be slightly distant.)
(Exactly. It is not something I would wish upon another person.)
That's very nice of you.
And okay, I actually might disappear now.
(Sorry for spontaneously disappearing last night Soph, I fell asleep..)
I finished TDOTL
I'm not going to talk about it
but jesus christ.. now it's OVER
(Hello Silente and Jubilance.)
(How are you both?)
(Cold. Very, very cold. You?)
(It would be advisable to retrieve blankets or any other kind of thermal insulation.
I am average, thank you.)
I have the strange urge to break something, curl up in a ball, and laugh hysterically all at the same time...
(That is very odd, Jubilance.)
(Oh how I would love to hide under the covers...but unfoetunately this evil jail for kids called school exists and i have to get ready for it, even if my feet are numb.)
(*hugs Soph, partially for warmth mainly in an attempt to make her even a tiny bit more than average*)
(There are pieces of clothing you can purchase with thermal linings.
I do not hug, Silente.)
(*mutters darkly* yeah but none that the bloody school let you wear. *glares at nothing*)
(I never used to....blogland has changed me O_O)
(You just sounded as if you would turn up to school naked, Silente.)
(GOD NO I'M NOT DOING THAT! IT'S COLD ENOUGH WITH CLOTHES! WITHOUT CLOTHES I'D BE BLUE! I'D BE A SMURF!)
(You are the right size for one.)
(Low blow.
Brain: it'd have to be to reach you. HEYO!
*glares at brain*)
(Small jokes simply do not get old around you, I'm afraid.)
(I know. My friends got so annoying just constantly small joking me that I told them no more small jokes because it wasn't original.)
(That, perhaps, may be a good point. If you wish me to stop, I shall stop.)
(Nah its fine, if you don't say them my brain will.)
(That is alright. How are you?)
(tired and not looking forwards to school.
At least I've adapted to this bloomin cold now.)
(Dragona only has two lessons today and then he will be returning home. And then I shall be playing Mass Effect. Because, unfortunately, he is bad at the game.
I am glad that you have adapted to the cold.)
(XD I bet Draggie loves you saying he's bad at the game. Did he get the shadow yet?
As am I. However it looks even colder outside...)
(No. He did not. But who needs the Shadow? Give me a soldier or an adept and I will come first on the leaderboard every single damn time. He prefers infiltrator, but nevertheless, it is not he who is playing.
Dragona's experience so far is that it is rather cold.)
(Yey. Welk I gtg. Bye!)
(Goodbye, Silente.
I believe that I have to leave. Goodbye.)
(*cries slowly into her pillow as people are shipping Blake with Rose* But he's mine.... *cries more)
(surprise good morning everyone, I'm here but i will distant for a little while)
(Hello Warsmith, it you are still here.
Why the brackets you ask ((I don't care if you didn't ask I'm reading your subconscious)) because I've confused myself trying to distinguish whether or not I was Raven or me. So I've decided to actually use the bracket system...
Sometimes I wonder why I tell you guys what. I think, not because I don't want to tell you, just because I don't think you care.)
Morning raven/ raven's author (i am still here)
(Why hello. How are you?)
(Sorry, I have to go, I am going to watch my show with my family.)
(I'm feeling like me but I'm cold what about you?)
(ok raven) all's quiet again
Hi guys!
Anybody actually here?
I just read the whole Death and Blake thing. And-
*dies*
Hello?
Anybody?
And I can't resist.
First.
I would like to dedicate this page to the fact that the majority of people on here are hiding.
Hiding behind these identities we've made for ourselves.
I'm not saying its a bad thing. Because it's nice not to be judged on our appearance, on our age. It's nice not to be judged by our names or how good we are at sport.
We get to express ourselves on here, knowing we're all equals. I'm pretty sure that outside the blog, we all know that. It's just a little more obvious here.
So, yes. I dedicate this page to that.
Also to knitting, baked Doritos, and the new season of Doctor Who.
:)
Thanks :)
*has to go now because of that universally dreaded thing which slowly drains the happiness and life from (mostly) innocent children- homework*
*poofs*
So in the two middle lessons of the day at school, between recess and lunch, I had PE. But in 3rd session (streight after recess) I had a thing for concert band.
When I came back in lesson 4 to PE, my 4 friends were missing and there was an ambulance outside. I got really paniced. Because something had happened to one of my friends and I wasn't there to help and my friends mean everything to me.
And so I was freaking out, though keeping it to myself.
And I finally found out what happened like half an hour later.
Turns out N, who isn't a really close friend but is still a friend, had dislocated her knee and my other friends were there to make sure she was okay.
But I was so paniced when they weren't there because my friends and family are the most important things to me. I'd do anything for them
And when I told my friends this, they laughed a bit. Because I was panicking over nothing.
But I explained to them what I felt like by saying:
Imagine going off to do something and coming back to find the thing you kove most missing.
And I think they only just realized how much they mean to me.
And that applies to you lot too. You all mean the world to me
(You know when you see people on TV shows and they talk about how they drop their phones in the toilet and you sit there all, "Ha! What an idiot!"
Yeah...I'm that idiot.
My phone currently sits in a bag of rice, turned off and I'm waiting, waiting the full 36 hours before pulling it out and checking it. Please, Golden God, use your brilliant powers to save my phone, I need my phone, because if it dies, I die too. Not because I need my phone because I want to use it so I can text my friends and stay up all night, but because if it dies, my parents will kill me. I am dead meat Golden God, you hear that, dead meat. Also, my phone has all my music on it and I don't want to have to stick my earphones into an iPad on the bus.
Look Golden God, yes, I called you a sadistic bastard, but please...help me, help my phone.)
(Hello, Raven. How are you?)
(Distraught, thank you very much for asking. How are you?)
(I presume due to your phone dropping in the toilet?
I am average - extremely bored, however. Dragona is waiting for the bus.)
(Yes, my phone incident has not only hurt me in the sense that my phone is probably going to die. But also in the sense that my pride and dignity have been brutally hit with a sledgehammer.
Ah, the bus, Dragona can always play the finger game. So what if it's a little morbid and deranged and weird, it fills time and improves memory.)
(Think of it this way - at least you didn't flush it.
Yes, however, he is not bored. I am.)
(What a positive look on the situation you have there. However, I am choosing to wallow in my own little world of pain because of my music loss.
Why don't you play the finger game?)
(Music can be redownloaded with little effort.
I do not have a positive look on the situation - I am simply encouraging you to be positive. It could have been a lot worse.
I may try.)
(Focus not on your mistakes, but on what you can do to fix them.)
(It's not the fact that it's gone. It's all sitting there, tens of thousands of songs, sitting right on the computer. It's that fact that I have nothing portable to play that music on now, it's not socially acceptable to walk around with massive boom boxes any more. Music is a really big part of me, and it depresses me that I can't take it with me to the orthodontist tomorrow, and maybe even longer.
Okay then, WEEW, my phone dropped in the toilet, but it's totally okay because there's a small chance it will be fine and I did my best to save it and you know what they say, it's the thought that counts.
If you don't like the idea of the finger game, play the food game, it's the same basic idea. You come up with a different sort of food for every finger, eg. Left Hand Middle Finger is Slow roasted pork belly and then you come up with a place to eat it in, eg. Blogland. And you do that for all the fingers and then go back and remember them all. The if you want to make it harder, come up with side dishes or full blown addresses etc.)
(I believe you can buy MP3 players for very little money, and they are widely available.
That sounds somewhat interesting... Perhaps I could play the gun game instead. One finger per weapon and one place to shoot someone. Despite it sounding violent, I believe it may interest me more.)
(I choose to be stubborn and not resolve my problems, even though I just found my iPod and a nano. Thank you for you help.
Yeah, whatever works for you, presuming you know enough different types of guns it should work great. I have no donuts that you know more than 10 different guns. You could suit the game to whatever your tastes were, for music lovers, a song, or chord to play and where to play it, for intense shippers, a ship and the place it all began etc.)
*dolphin dives through window* (hello everybody how r u all?)
(Distraught, thanks for asking. How are you?)
(You are welcome. I am stubborn also, however, I believe it would be unwise to allow it to stand in the way of sense.
Yes, I know more than ten types of gun - hell, I can name more than ten pistols alone from my time. I could make one huge list.
I enjoy listening to music somewhat, even though Dragona despises my taste in such. I would not classify myself as a music lover, however.
And relationships aren't my thing. The one - and only one - I've ever had ended with me shooting my boyfriend in the head as he betrayed me for a terrorist organisation and was going to kill a few million people.)
(Hello, Garrett. I am average. Yourself?)
*crashes through the window after Garry*
*stands and brushes himself off*
Hullo all!
(I'm cool , what happened raven / ravens author?)
(Hello, Blake.)
(Raven managed to drop her mobile phone in the toilet. It is partly unfortunate and partly amusing.)
(soph that's good and alright boyoh (<Blake) )
(Well that's an accomplishment I suppose, good job.
My relationships aren't too good either, I had on when I was in Prep and Year 1 but then we left the school and then this year I was all like 'Why the hell not' and that ended in cryptically worded emails and a final conversation of:
Me: Hey sorry for everything, it's okay if you never want to speak to me again.
The only cute boy, in my opinion, in the whole school : *nods and walks away*
In some ways I detest couple love, but then in some forms I'm like nawwww so sweet. Any romance between kids under the age of 16 is stupid in my opinion, this was after the incident with the boy so that sort of changed my opinions on the world of relationships.)
(Hello Blake, I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to both you and Chi and Loki and Rose in relation to the the Deathlake thing, she said something earlier about crying and I don't know if she was serious but I was all, I'm sorry. And I still think that it's a beautiful ship, but I'll stick to shipping it in I.T on a Wednesday, again sorry.)
(My respect for those who are in/enjoy relationships has not changed - I would simply not want to participate in one myself. Unless I am being punched, physical contact somewhat repulses me.)
Blakey...
*Cuddles*
(Hello Rose!)
Don't ask how I have wifi.
I won't be in tomorrow for me. I've got another sleepover at Andy's!!
(raven how did you manage to drop your phone down the toilet?)
Hey Rose ^_^
*cuddles*
(Not really here btw, getting ready for school and whatnot)
(It was in my back pocket and it just fell in...
*cries hysterically*
Please be okay phone, please, please, please.
*prays to the Golden God*)
*She pointed to Chi's comment*
We need to stop... She's getting unhappy...
(I may be somewhat distant for a moment.)
(In fear of reading another comment that shatters my heart into three thousand pieces, I'm going to rephrase.
I'm refraining from letting the tiny, tiny, tiny, inner-fangirl in me from commenting on the Deathlake scenario in fear of shutting down the blog with fangirl cries. I can't stress how tiny this fangirl is, I don't fangirl but for this ship, I would short circuit half the world's internet systems to ship it. I would however only ship it, if something was to happen that stopped the relationship between Blake and Chi and Rose and Loki. Which won't happen because each couple in deeply in love and I wish all the best for your relationships. )
(Yeah okay no more of that Blione is the only ship I will ever support in any context)
(And Roki Doki is my ship. As is the Roland x Rose thing...)
(Wonderful rephrase-ing (that's a word now) Raven)
(hey raven i know how you feel (sort of) i dropped my old phone on concrete and the screen had a massive crack in the middle (so its not the same but its still close) )
(I am back.)
(ok *offers high five*)
(Rephrasing has always been a word, hasn't it and, thank you, I try my best to make sure everyone on the blog maintains some level of happiness.
I just want it to be ok you know, poor phones, they get abused so much.)
(It appears I must be off now, farewell fellow mental cases!
*Snaps on a pair of aviator goggles and flies off into the great unknown*)
(Farewell Blake.
Why is it that every time I type Blake, autocorrect changes it to Balke? I mean that's not even a word.)
(just a bit but then accidents happen its just part of life and its twists, anyway to lighten the mood i have a quote to say: after Tuesday even the calendar goes w t f and, you do make people happy (even Sophia i think) *this is all for raven*)
*Waves to Blakey*
(the above is for ravens comment on phones being abused)
(Unfortunately, I am not a happy person.)
(That's a nice quote. I'd like to use it sometimes if that's ok with you. That makes me feel really good. When anyone actually says something nice, even to someone else, it just makes me all, 'today's going to be a good day.' And you're right, 'scuse the language but $#¡T happens, and you just got to deal with it. When life gives you lemons, make orange juice.)
(Yeah well Sophia, I'll live with keeping you average for the rest of your life.)
(I'm fine with it (i found it on google) don't worry bout the language. wow i feel good for making someone feel good, and exactly (although it would be difficult making orange juice from lemons)
(I didn't say make orange juice from lemons, I said when life gives you lemons make orange juice. You drop the lemons, send a big middle finger to life, stuff what life gives you and find someone who has enough oranges to go around. That's what friends are for, oranges, friends are oranges.)
(Average is... Fine by me.)
(Exactly, so that's pretty much as close as I'm ever going to get to Commander's average so you know, keep her average. It's better than making you less than average.)
(Yes. That is a good point.)
(now i get it lol, and i'll try help keep soph average)
(Well I'll leave on that note and grab some sleep. Goodbye.)
(Goodbye, Raven.
Garrett: I am somewhat emotionally stable. It won't take much effort.)
(good bye raven) and ok soph
(99% of the time I feel exactly the same.)
(that's good (the emotion part) brb )
(Alright.)
(I'm back)
(Welcome back. How are you?)
(thank you and i feel normal)
(Feeling normal is better than feeling not normal.
Despite being sunny, it is somewhat cold.)
(where do you live? , here in wales the sun is annoying me but the warmth is quite nice.)
(Dragona lives in Yorkshire. I, as a person, used to live in Canada. But as a character, I am stuck in his head. *sighs*)
(that explains why its cold and what was it like in Canada?)
(Cold, mainly. I used to live in Vancouver until I was about nineteen.)
(right, so you went from Canada to Yorkshire its like you're attracted to cold places lol. It sounds nice in Canada)
(No - as a person, I used to live in Canada. As a character - I am stuck in Dragona's head, so am in Yorkshire. The same way that you live in Wales, but Garrett could live in China, effectively.)
(I believe I have to go. Goodbye.)
(good bye soph)
(There is a new post.)
(anyone still here, or is everyone going onto the new post?)
I AM GOING IT IS GOING TO BE EPIC!!!!!
me and my friend are going to try and get into the book by making weapons on Friday, i also have a question... If you are in a group and your friend is in a different group does it mean you do the Theatre Of Shadows seperately?
Hello?
(here I am!)
Tawnee: *nods* you weren't moving
(YUSS! GOT LAST! Could you imagine someone getting first and last comment on the same post?)
(That WOULD be pretty cool.)
(Awesome!)
Do you see my aim wavering, Silente? Tell me the truth.
*He steps between Sil and the gun, arms cross and a none-to-amused expression on his face*
Put the gun down or you lose it.
(Crossed*)
You really want the entirety of Blogland after you Sophia? Oh and me of course. After all you know better than anyone that I don't stay dead long.
*tilts head at Blake, sighing* Just get out of my way. The more pressure you put me under, the more likely I am to shoot her. If you back off and walk away, I will try and find a peaceful solution. I just want a straight answer.
(*frowns*
. . . I think Clara L. Crowley IS the Mad Hatter of Blogland.
That hadn't occurred to me before, but now that I'm thinking about it, all the pieces fit.
*agog*
*aghast*)
You never go for a peaceful solution. Someone either ends up taken against their will or shot at, and every last one of us is sick of it. So put it down, walk away, and I'll consider not returning the favor for all the times you've hurt someone under the guise of "justice".
(This whole business is getting very intense.
*watches the role-play*
*eats popcorn*
I wonder how it will end.)
(*steals Claras popcorn*)
(I return)
Believe it or not, Blake, but I don't actually enjoy shooting people. I try to do it as little as possible.
Taken against their will? Isn't that exactly what prison is? But you don't seem to be standing in the way of prisons now, do you?
Honestly? You're actually attempting to stop a fight? Why, because you weren't involved? If you don't believe what I'm doing is right, then what would your 'returning the favour' be? Would that not give someone else the excuse to do the same to you?
(*steals popcorn back*
Don't make me tase you.)
(ello Eddy boy! how art thou? shall we continue?)
(back)
(welcomes Gar ^^ Tawnee said something further up)
(*steals popcorn again*
*eats it*
*pokes her tongue out at Clara*
*grins*)
*sighs*
*just hanging out*
(Greetings, Edward and Garrett. Happy Halloween.)
You've done a terrible job, and prisons use due process of law. They actually prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the offender is guilty before carting them off. You on the other hand seem to believe that your word alone, which nobody here trusts, is enough to merit a death penalty. So I'll say it again, get lost.
(Ok)
*They appear on the top of a diamond waterfall*How about that?
(Happy Halloween Clara)
*looks astounded* so...pretty...
(*cuts off Silente's tongue*
Popcorn thief.)
*Smiles* Like you
(ok)
i see, i was drunk and i sat down and just passed out
so how are you this morning cupcake?
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