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Pockets Werewolf pockets         Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Close enough though the dragons name was Bazil Broketail not Brokentail. Doesn't make that much of a difference so you get the points.
Elara- 24 WhiteRose- 15 Genocyber- 2 Vulkar- 3 GuardianOni- 15 Spartan- 1 Makura- 7 Atticusrox- 2 Question 36 worth two points. Who was Nicholas in the book The Gates of Dawn? |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| It's called scientology. Scientology is the practice of attempting to meld together the teachings of both religion and science. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Kasai looks confused. "I haven't eaten anything in over three days. How do you think I am? I'm STARVING."
Kasai lays his head down on the table and moans pitifully as his stomach growls and grumbles at him. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Neither. M-148 it's an M-16 with a mounted M-79 grenade launcher hooked underneath for anyone that doesn't know.
Skydiving vs. Scuba diving. (random note: I WANNA DO A H.A.L.O!!!!) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| he was a science fiction writer that's true. He also wrote other things however and he had a firm basis in reality and was very intelligent. I saw a thing on Scientology that was this one particular individual, no idea what the mans name was or whatever but I could be remembering something wrong where this man was trying to prove that science and religion could coexist without any problems.
Science and religion are both trying to answer the same questions, where we came from, how we got here, what made us that kinda stuff. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Shanan, and others... how about get a fucking grip? I mean, not to be rude or anything but, what is your problem? They're cartoons. If you don't like them then don't bloody watch them. Ranting about them is stupid and pointless because your opinion of them won't change the fact that they're on tv and there are tens of thousands of little kids that get up early on saturdays to watch those shows.
*shrugs* Just seems pointless to bitch about it to me when it's really easy to just change the chanel. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Sorry ladies and gentlemen, it's taking me a bit longer to type up that information
than I thought it would. In the meantime anyone with any questions or comments can still ask them I'll address those while I finish typing up the information I wanted to share with you all. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| The Color Red
I like the color red. It's a beautiful color. Strong, vibrant, full of energy and life. Life. That's the key. Life saturates every part of ones being. It fills us to the top, sometimes brimming over the edge, spilling on the floor in a beautiful, magical cascade of red liquid life. Drip, drip, drip. I love that sound. Light reflects off of the metal. Slowly, one drop at a time, the liquid life of my body drips from the gash in my arm to fall into the sink. Drip, drip, drip, drip. The pain floods my body. Filling me with pleasure. That must sound weird to you. Pain and pleasure. Not two words that typically collide in the same sentence I know. But for me it is very true. Pain is my pleasure. It's the only thing that I know is real. It is the only thing that I know will always be there for me. Friends come and go. Relationships fade. Family members die. And at the end of the universe, when the last living being screams out its utter sorrow to the universe, pain, will still be there. Pain is real. It is absolutely, the only thing I can count on. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. The knife in my hand feels so comforting. Solid, and sharp. The red handle of the pocket knife fits perfectly in my palm, as the razor sharp blade bites deeply into my flesh as I draw it firmly once more over my arm. I am not trying to kill myself. Oh no. I don't want to die. I don't fear death, but I still have too much to do before I can find peace. For now, pain is the only solace I have. Once again the blade bites into the skin of my upper arm, the tear widens as I pull the blade across my skin putting pressure on it so that it will dig deeper into the muscle. An erotic moan of pure pleasure tears its way free of my lips. Unable to help myself I moan again as the bright red blood runs down the length of my arm to slowly gather itself at the tips of my fingers before it falls free. Time seems to slow as it falls through the. A near perfectly spherical orb of liquid life, which then splatters in the already more red than white sink. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. God, is this wrong? Is this pleasure somehow indecent? Is it perverted? Is it a sin? Is it something else? Or is it what I need it to be? Is it the only real thing in this universe that anchors me to the hell that is called Life? Help me. Please. Someone help me. I want it to stop. I want the pain to stop. No. I need the pain. I can't take life without the pain. It's the only thing that sustains me. But. I hate it. I hate the pain that grips me. I hate it, but still, my hand draws the blade across my flesh, and I moan in pure pleasure as the pain assaults my senses, blocking out all other thoughts, and, just letting me. drift. Someone. anyone. won't you please help me? Drip.drip..drip... End. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Name: Rhyven Donough
Age: 35 History: He grew up in a filthy rich family as an only child. He was interested in sports at a young age, specifically gymnastics, martial arts, fencing, and track and field. He never was very good at basketball though. He's at least a brown belt (or second highest belt or rank) in three different martial arts. Aikido, Kempo and Hapkido. At the age of 18 he enlisted in the Army and ended up a highly decorated member of the special forces specializing as a sniper and demolitions expert. Specialty/Career: Currently doesn't have a job. Technically he's never had to work a day in his life. His parents both died when he was 20 leaving him independently wealthy and all of the companies and holdings he owned were under control of dependable and loyal friends of the family that kept things running for him. So he wandered from city to city riding a 2000 Honda Shadow VLX. He rode around the country sleeping outside more often than not but also learning whatever he could wherever he went. Rhyven slowly opened his eyes and groaned loudly from his spot somewhere off to the side of a group of people. He did a quick handstand and flipped over onto his feet, his tattered black trench coat falling around him. Reaching into the inside pocket he removed a pack of camel cigarettes and a Zippo lighter which he used to light the smoke. He looked around, taking note of Mina and Eris as people of note. The SWAT guy looked interesting possibly but Rhyven was never much of a talker so he kept his next sentence short and sweet. "Where the fuck are we?" |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Kasai eats the stew as quickly as he can manage without making himself sick. Looking around the table he realized that he'd been largely out of the loop for the last several days so decided to keep his ears open to try to gether some more information on what had happened recently before they went into the Underdark. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Rhyven handed Eris one of the cigarettes and without saying a word lit it for her with his Zippo. He strode quickly over to the door and stopped right inside the doorway before entering the other room.
Dropping to his knees he carefully inspected the edges of the door for tripwires, pressure plates, mines and other such explosive traps or diversions before carefully entering the room, cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark wrap-around sunglasses and his waist length black hair was tied back into a tight braid. He looks around the room searching for any kind of hint to the words spoken over the intercom and then leans over the laptop with his hands clasped behind his back to peer intently at the screen. "'Double J's the word Reem and a CK. Remember to ignore the I's and Me's.'?" he mutters. He notices the laptop set up is designed so all one can do is type. There is only a screen and a keyboard no mouse or anything else and a window on the screen asking for a password. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| "Possibly, J - J - R - C- K. But I don't think it's that easy. The thing
about remembering to ignore the I's and Me's has me a litle confused." He took a drag on his cigarette and stepped away from the computer to examine the room around him in search of some kind of clue. Rhyven paused. "I think I might have something." He said. "J-J-R-E-E-M-C-K." He looked at Jason. "The first letter of the first name of everyone here. But do we just type that or the words?" (Last edited by Pockets on 09-29-05 03:11 AM) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| What announcement? What're you talking about? Am I the only one
that's confused. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Rhyven takes another drag on the cigarette and peers at the screen. "Hmmm.... we're short one you're right. And she's unconscious so we don't know her name yet." | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| "The I's and Me's meant the old saying, 'there's no "I" in "team,"' which was designed to force us to look at it in a team perspective. That's when it hit me about the names matching the letters."
Rhyven drops his cigarette to the floor and stomps it out. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| well Murdock, I'm happy to hear that I've managed to impress you. I've been
doing a lot of reading and thinking. Side note to all reading this. I've mentioned several times a book titled "Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns." I HIGHLY recommend procuring a copy of it for yourself if you're interested in including BDSM practices in your own personal life. It's a very comprehensive and intelligent read. It's also not at all boring to read as some informative books such as that can be. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| This is one of my all time favorites. I might post another one of them on here if I can find it. It's in my files somewhere. | |||
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| A thought popped into my twisted little brain. Is there a person out
there... someone on teh board or someone you know that you like or you're interested in... that you REALLY shouldn't be? Like the person is way too young for, or too old, or only see's you as a best friend in the world and doesn't realize you have slightly stronger feelings? No names are required obviously but share your story with the rest of us. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Yes Spartan, love is a very confusing and overwhelming emotion. It
can sometimes feel like you're being buried. But when it's good it's more than worth it. I did that twice before in the past. *shrugs* I guess it happens to everyone at some point. Except Elara, for she is not human. Neither am I though. I am a robot. lol. Anyone else? |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 4885 days Last activity: 4401 days |
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| Rhyven observes everyones antics and sighs. "Great. Can't anybody stay on
topic?" he mutters under his breath quietly enough so no one would be able to hear him. He digs a cigarette out of his rapidly dwindling supply and lights it. He sits casualy on the floor by the laptop and decides to fiddle with it a bit. Using the keyboard he types in just the first letter of everyones name, minus the previously asleep girl trying to check how many spaces are available in the password window. |
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