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Post by Infested Manae on Oct 29, 2004 15:42:10 GMT -5
Eye twitches...How dare you waste perfectly good cream of mushroom soup?!Shoves a funnel down his throat, pouring the once-again cream of mushroom down. When the bowl is empty, a quick flick of the wrist sends Manae's broadsword through Zero's neck, and his head rolls out the door onto a bloody beach.Good ridance. *wishes he had a GIF-editor installed.*
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Post by Ai on Oct 29, 2004 15:47:37 GMT -5
Heh, it may seem a little over-dramatic, but it's actually about a pep rally at school. See, I'm the Vice-President of my class, and I dressed up like a crazy mutha today. I duct taped my whole arm in our school colors. I tried to rally my class into cheering, hell, even some clapping, but all I got was some shit thrown at me. I mean, hell, I even went out onto the field to participate in the tug of war. Which I decimated the freshman in, but got out-fatted by the Sophmores. As I stood in front of my class, reciting the tear-jerking speech by William Wallace in BraveHeart, all I got were blank stares, and some pennys thrown at me. My throat hurts like hell, I'm irritated about how little of a response I got, and I missed Brittany leaving. I was hoping at least to talk to her about it all.
Ahh, well. I still had fun, I'm just annoyed. Now I know how everyone else who tries feels.
Downs the Zam, and sighs, shaking his head. He looks up and grins anyway.
I made the best super-hero as "Clearview Man".
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Post by Infested Manae on Oct 29, 2004 16:02:55 GMT -5
Oooooo, duct tape. In school colors. Sweet.
See now, at my school, we only had one pep rally a year. Because our school sucks. People threw baloons (or was it blown-up condoms?) around during a pep rally a year or two before I got into high school, and that was the end of the weekly rallies.
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Post by The Giant-Size Man Thing on Oct 29, 2004 16:11:02 GMT -5
We had a Pep Rally yesterday.
Highlight of the show: guys dressed up like Blues Brothers.
Lowpoint of the Show: Guys who dressed up like Blues Brothers SUCKED.
Oh well.
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Post by Just a Memory on Oct 29, 2004 16:16:28 GMT -5
Such perversion of evil and hell was one, such trickery, deceit and lies one played and gave, and such bitter love and lust one had for her it was almost sick...almost. A solitaire black feather fell from what seemed to be nowhere and fell upon the shoulder of an un-expecting Manae. "Eine" the word resonating silently as the patron began to feel woozy, standing up the feather still upon the shoulder. "Zwei" again silently, as the man now doubled over in pain holding his head and screaming. "Drei" was finally uttered, and this time heard by those who nearby to hear it, and as it finished its echo, the man looked up with such a look that would make the skin crawl from your bones. Not moments after he simply was ripped in half as black feathers erupted from his mouth, his wounds and his corpse. The feathers, seemingly forming together created this perversion, this twisted clown. With locks of red hair and a face as pale as snow, with cosmetics to make a whore envious, and yet a foolish enough to make a child laugh. With a large black hat upon one's head, a black collared shirt, looking like a priest, and a skirt with a black lace underlining this mad freak stood above the bloody victim, face emotionless and body poised showing some leg with fishnet stockings and heeled boots, both black of course, and both eerily shocking. What wonderful irony that this blasphemy had arrived here again, adorned with the sign of One’s former god
...Damn Ai...my junior (my own) class is exactly the same and it pisses me off...
However we all hate our presidant cuz he got rid of our junior prom
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Post by Ai on Oct 29, 2004 16:19:33 GMT -5
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Post by Rose on Oct 29, 2004 16:21:24 GMT -5
I knew you'd do something about the soup.
*sighs*
Anyway, Ai ... I hope you feel better. I'm glad you at least try to have some school spirit.
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Post by Just a Memory on Oct 29, 2004 16:21:29 GMT -5
whose mine or yours?
reading 10001
EDIT:
Rosie =\ i was gonna eat it but he force fed me it and then decapitated me
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Post by Rose on Oct 29, 2004 16:31:26 GMT -5
Hehe, yeah ... I didn't know that Manae had a fondness for cream of mushroom soup. It's what I've practically been living on for the last two weeks.
*sighs*
Well, I'm probably going out to the zoo with my mom and pedophile uncle and her boyfriend's bratty kid. I don't know why I do this to myself. ._.
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Post by Infested Manae on Oct 29, 2004 16:43:01 GMT -5
Slowly, flames erupt from each piece of what was Manae. Slowly, slowly, with no increase in intensity, the small whicks of flesh feed the candle flames. No smoke rises from the macabre display as each individual chunk slowly becomes ash, a grey, nearly black ash with an oily look nobody wants to touch to confirm the existance. As the last flame dies, the bar is still.
It comes slowly, almost going unnoticed. No, it did go unnoticed, until the first person saw the ash begin to move. Slower than even the charring of the flesh, a movement of air stirs the grim piles. As it increases in intensity, the ash begins to dance. It keeps to its area, not blowing away as it should, until the massive gusts form a dustdevil in the middle of the bar. Stray bits scratch at the flesh of several patrons who are too close.
In a fury, the ash erupts outwards, ripping the flesh from the bones of those patrons perviously only scratched by the vortex. Few escape without a touch of the foul blast. As the dust is cleared from their eyes, they get their first glimpse of what has happened.
Where the dustdevil had wound stood what appeared to be Manae, yet it seemed someone else as well. But it was Manae: his eyes slit, features dark, hair hanging loosly behind his head with a few whisps daring to sneak in front of his ears, and a thin one-sides smile on his face that chilled the bones of even some of the more courageous patrons.
Slowly, he looked at Zero, speaking in a slow voice full of menace and venon.
I was saving this for Gunn... but I guess you'll have to do...
So saying, he leaped forward, a hand striking the back of the neck, just to the side of the spine. The bundle of nerves cut off for a moment, Zero fell to his knees, completely paralyzed. The moment was plently long enough for Manae to send a jolt of electricity through his spine, making the paralysis last several minutes longer. Kicking the inanimate ball of flesh forward onto its chest, Manae leaped above him and took two slashes with his broad sword, the blows flying to either side. Landing on top of Zero, they crashed though the floor together into the basement. All the patrons rushed forward, hardly able to see what happened below in the dark.
But soon, they thanked their gods they could not. Holding Zero up by his freakish hair, Manae produced a needle from somewhere on his scabbard. It slipped easily though the paralyzed clown's pupil, stopping short of poking the retina. Holding the end, however, Manae began to heat the probe. In a few seconds, the wound to the eye was sealed about the needle, but the fluid still inside the eye was coming to a boil. Moments later, the eye exploded in a mess of blood and puss.
Throwing him back further into the darkness, Zero clutched at his eye and began staggering to his feet as the paralysis wore off, replaced with unimaginable pain. Above, the patrons heard the humming buzz of a saw blade as Manae's broadsword flashed around, removing Zero's arms and legs up to elbows and knees millimeters at a time. As he got nearer again, the sword slick with blood, Zero's eye began to roll back into his head as his body slipped into shock. Manae smiled.
Pointing a palm at the air behind Zero, Manae began to open the gates...
Above, the darkness crept forward towards the hole in the floor. The patrons looked on in horror as it came, backing away as darkness began to literally shine out of the hole, devouring the light. Those brave enough to remain close felt the coldness of the null of this evil light. Slowly, slowly, the dark shining receeded back into the pit, eventually vanishing completely.
Leaping out of the pit, Manae didn't even glance back at where he'd come. Grabbing a rag off a patron, he cleaned the blood off his sword, deep in thought. Let him try to pull himself back together in their if he could. All that awaited him was the utter sensory deprovation of a realm of null. No touch, no taste, no sight, no sound, no smells, not even any heat, nor cold. He'd believe he felt the cold, of course. A coldness deeper than even his bones. But there'd be no comfort there, only a madness to slowly leave him a nothingness like everything around him.
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Post by Just a Memory on Oct 29, 2004 16:56:00 GMT -5
Puppets know not why they move, only that they do…
The silence was broken once more, and by the same voice as the counting. Soon such noise as laughter came forth, cackling from the ethereal. Oh such sweet, sweet bliss it was to watch Mary die over and over and over again…and once again even now as she was tossed away into this realm of not, did Mary expire once again. Hang she does on strings, and dances she does upon the stage…to fight was fruitless indeed
One would be sitting leaning against the bar in the same attire as before eyes closed and a glass of blood wine in hand. The poison lips curled into a grin and raising the glass one’s head nodded before taking a sip
Such a wonderful game
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Post by Wag - Now And Forever on Oct 29, 2004 18:16:31 GMT -5
Ahh, well. I still had fun, I'm just annoyed. Now I know how everyone else who tries feels. Most students are completely apathetic about their "school spirit" or class wars / spirit week whatever you want to call it. My class lost (came in 4th out of 4) our Freshman, Sophmore and Junior years, then finally, our Senior year we came in first. Every year we played dirty, either cheating in the relays to win (we glued our ping pong ball to the spoon in the spoon relay), or destroyed other team's hall decorations...all kinds of stuff. But our Senior year, we somehow managed to "pull together" or whatever...personally I just think that our Senior year we had figured out how to still play dirty and not get caught. Regardless, many people still just didn't give a rats ass about it. You win nothing. Whoo. We won. Whoopie. We're going to college and I'll never have to look at or talk to these fucking douchebags called my "classmates" ever again!! Hooray!! But props for trying. I really gave up my Senior year after I had put so much effort into the Junior year. I made a MASSIVE banner of our theme - the Mafia. I painted this huge mural of a guy coming out of a bistro with a pinstripe suit on pulling a gun (which later had to be edited out because everyone is fucking paranoid). It was literally like at least 20-40 feet wide and 20 feet tall. But did anybody give a shit? No. It got taken down and tossed in the dumpster the day spirit week ended. It's hard to rally a bunch of people who simply are so totally absorbed in themselves that they refuse to do anything that might look like they are associating with people outside their "clique" - regardless of what you do.
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Post by Black Ace on Oct 29, 2004 19:21:29 GMT -5
Heh, it may seem a little over-dramatic, but it's actually about a pep rally at school. See, I'm the Vice-President of my class, and I dressed up like a crazy mutha today. I duct taped my whole arm in our school colors. I tried to rally my class into cheering, hell, even some clapping, but all I got was some shit thrown at me. I mean, hell, I even went out onto the field to participate in the tug of war. Which I decimated the freshman in, but got out-fatted by the Sophmores. As I stood in front of my class, reciting the tear-jerking speech by William Wallace in BraveHeart, all I got were blank stares, and some pennys thrown at me. My throat hurts like hell, I'm irritated about how little of a response I got, and I missed Brittany leaving. I was hoping at least to talk to her about it all. Ahh, well. I still had fun, I'm just annoyed. Now I know how everyone else who tries feels. Downs the Zam, and sighs, shaking his head. He looks up and grins anyway.I made the best super-hero as "Clearview Man". I know what you mean, man. I never had any experiences like that one, but I have a ton of friends who did. I'm sorry to say that I was once one of those kids who threw quarters and jeered at our amazingly "geeky" class president. I know how the other guys feel. It's all about making themselves looking cool and making you look like an absolute ass. Of course, don't worry. In the end, the guys who threw stuff will end up working at Burger King, and you'll be making millions. For every "buff guy" that's successful in life, there are ten "nerdy" ones.
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Oct 29, 2004 20:11:30 GMT -5
I jumped up half naked and ran across the stage once at a pep rally. Then I got in trouble because of the Tattoo I had on my back. Violated school code of conducted, fucking gay.
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Post by Mikaru on Oct 29, 2004 21:12:34 GMT -5
Seems October 29th is the National High School Class Spirit day or whatever, I had that going on at my school as well. I'm in my Class Committee of '06, so I spent yesterday afterschool helping hang all the banners n' shit around school. So being in the Class Committee, I would naturally go to the rally at my school today, right?
So wrong
I haven't been to a rally for like 2 years. I just ditch now, and the sad part is that nobody cares that we ditch. I literally just go to the open area NEXT to the gym, where a lot of other people go, and no teachers or whatever care that we're ditching. I don't care what kind of cool or crazy thing they got going for it, I simply HATE being cramped in there with half of the school(School does 2 rallies, due to school size) like cattle.If I hang in my class committee, I can be one of the first in my class to graduate, after the Valedictorians for being in the club.
I think all Class's don't show much spirit until Senior Year, because that's basically when you're "On Top" and stuff like that.
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