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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead.         Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Voltron rocks. If you don't know Voltron, check out my sweet ass new post background.
Voltron rocks, and its an older show from the... eighties? Early ninties? One of those eras, I just know that Voltron rocks and its about fighting robot lions. Seriously, what else would you want? |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Oh man. Okay, when I was younger, I threw up in bed every night. Every single night.
Umm... one time I was climbing over a fence so I could get home quickly. My shirt got caught and goes over my head, and then all of the sudden about ten cars drive past the fence and see me dangling there with just my arms in my sleeves, jiggling around trying to get loose. I heard screams and laughs. It was pretty embarrassing, but seriously, ever I had to laugh my ass off at that. Hm... I'm sure there are definetly other ones. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| The Rolling Thunder Review: Live at 1975
Bob Dylan + Joan Baez + 15 street musicians they just found wandering around + a tour = best CD ever. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| HAY HAY HAY NUTBUSTAS, I AM VOLTRON, DEFENDER OF THE GALAXY!!!
"Who are you?" said the Nintendo Advertisement, and then Voltron. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Yeah, I've seen someone win the boulder thi WAIT WHAT THE FUCK, RED MIME? How'd he get there....
But MXC is so awesome. The names of all the games are so fitting. lolz, Guy leDouche. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Oh man. I cried every day for the first two months of first grade because I hated school so much. But it wasn't like, whimpering. It was all out bawling. I had to get out of class almost every day. They had to bring my dad in multiple times. I tried to make myself sick, but the nurse never believed me. Even until fifth grade, she didn't believe that I was sick when I really was.
I want to see Brokeback Mountain. That shouldn't be embarrassing, but apparently some people think it is. One time I stood in the atlantic ocean with no pants on. And an old woman with her grandaughter saw me. I took a poop out of the toilet when I was four. And played with it. And showed it to my mom. I can't believe I just told all of that. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Wait, so I can get the game, but how do these DS codes work? Can you actually play with other people from far away, or do they ahve to be really close? I don't get what they're for exactly. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| I'd rather divulge into the depths of my own perverse fantasy's in the comfort of my own home.
The pictures look like they were done in a summer camp... in the middle of winter. Dude. That cat guy totally has a womans purse connected to him. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Whoa, this IS a good idea. I like that personality idea, I've never seen that done before. Sign me up.
Name: Wiley Willows Age: 16 Family Relations: - Father: Noah Willows, an artist of little fame. His cartoons are published in numerous books, but no true monetary gain has come from these artistic side jobs. He has three children, and divorced from May Willows. See's his children on the weekends, and is in poor health due to an accident years ago, and his habitual drinking. - Mother: May Willows, Wiley's mother, with no spectacular or shining qualities. She served her role as mother good enough, but due to the outcome of her older children, has little faith in Wiley's future and thus, in essence, only cares for her own well being. - Sister: Mira Willows, Wiley's sister. A 19 year old student who goes to the local community college. She makes terribly reckless decisions for her life. The only reason to why she isn't disowned is because she shares the same blood as the Willows. - Brother: Miles Willows, Wiley's brother. A 21 year old student who goes to a state college and lives at home. Like Noah and Wiley, he has artistic ambitions as a writer and poet but is hindered by his depression. Is disliked by his mother because of his tendancy to be lazy and the fact that he is living at home at his age. Personality and background: Wiley Willows is a 15 year old male who was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, on May 1st, 1997. He grew up as a very, very quiet child, simply viewing the world through his pale blue eyes. But through those eyes he viewed more than the winding roads that took him to visit his father in New Orleans every other weekend, and his hearing was far beyond listening to the noise of the musicians on the corners of that very city's streets. Whatever these visions and noises were, he thought of them as normal. When the senses for these phenomena began to fade away around the age of ten, Wiley was concerned but never mentioned a word to anyone he knew about it. He continued his same quiet existance. Around the age of 13, though, Wiley was a slightly different person. Everything that came from his mouth either left someone in thought or in stitches. He had never forced this sort of reaction upon people, and he didn't really expect such from them either. He had a penchant for drawing, a skill from his father. They were nothing special to him; when he was fifteen the drawings, only then, showed some sort of skill to them. People noticed them and found them hilarious, disturbing. Wiley had an air to him that was, as many came to call it, "sleepy and whimsical". Another thing he never strode towards, but he found it was very appealing to him so he went along with it. He would talk about mythical figures, and talking animals, and the places in his head with the people that lived there. He would write it down, show it to someone, win some awards, and go on existing. He was gracious, but too modest for any sort of praise. Wiley was the person everybody wanted to see get stoned. But he never did any drugs, for reasons beyond his health and his clean record. He needed a pure imagination in order to feel truly fulfilled. Because of this, he forced himself to hang around friends who did the same, and sort of left him on the low end of the social scale. With the way he acted without realizing it though, he managed to make friends with everyone he met. He befriended those who were devestated, and depressed, and tried to shine some sort of friendly light into their life. He did, but one or two would become jealous. He said he didn't care, but deep down it bothered him. He didn't want to lose his position as "whimsical". He showed little emotion other than humor, and it kept him going. Wiley always appeared tired. His eyes were large and feminen, but had the dark bags of an older person. He was called a ghost boy by some because of his sickly pale skin, which was especially white when compared to some of his southern friends. He wasn't overweight, or thin, but a fairly healthy build. His hair grew in long curls that fell just below his ears. Even though he had a nice personality, he had never truely fallen in love with any of the girls his age. He didn't have a stereotype to fall under, and he seemed a bit too untamed for a relationship. Thats what he thought at least- if he had the spine to ask somebody out, he would have. Beneath the humor and imagination there was a person that did not know how to make up his mind. He was a procrastinator to a fault, and at times a bit too carefree. But at least he could keep people in good spirits, and could be relied upon for the little things. He was definetly not a leader of any kind because of these traits. At sixteen he was weary of the world around him. His thoughts and stories about magic and happiness were almost drowned by the terrors of the real world. World War Three had started, and millions had perished, people from his own town and country. He was no activist, but he felt bad. There was a large schism between the liberals and conservatives, and because he didn't like the conflicting views of either he fell into the crevasse, and found his true place in the world. The visions of his younger years came back. And then, he stumbled upon the ancient Incan belief of the Croma. Were the visions he had seen brought to him from the spirt world? Was this force inside of him what kept him from following any religion or true belief? Is it what he syphoned his creativity from? He didn't know. He knew he had it. He knew he could use this force against those who were trying to take it away from him. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| A boy stood outside of the malls entrance.
"I HATE this place... what a cesspool... nothing good happens. Take your money, buy yourself a present, and then it breaks. Then you get the people here... hrmph..." His friends had gone inside. Probably off to the foodcourt or something. He didn't tell them he was staying outside in the dusk. He was seeing how long they noticed he was gone. It had been 30 minutes and counting and they hadn't come back. They were all idiots! They didn't even know their friend was missing, let alone the world around them! Countries were being wiped off the map with the missled finger'd hand of the world superpowers. Conspiracies, scandals, offices run by monsters, it was madness! And yet the citizens walked along, content as ever, eating their mass produced food, dropping it on their mass produced clothing, and going to their cookie-cutter homes to change into something new and sleep on their mass produced pillows. It was all so boring and dirty. Or so thought... Name: James (Jim) Sharpe Gender: Male Age: 17 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Jim stood in the dusk. His school uniform jacket was still on, with a red shirt beneath with a large, faded, yellow star in the middle. His jeans were not warm enough for this kind of weather, and his sneakers weren't doing the job either. He saw a familiar face from school walking towards the entrance "Is that... that kid. Hm..." (Last edited by Voltron on 01-08-06 09:34 PM) |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Only seconds after Jim Sharpe had entered the mall's entrance in search of the ever elusive classmate, everything in his vision became quite dark. The neon signs of the close foodcourt shut off in the blink of an eye. It was windy out, maybe it was a power outage... or maybe it was something else. Jim was always one to take two stabs at a problem, even if he found out what it was before the second stab. Meaning, he didn't trust very many suspicious things. Where he grew up, it wasn't very easy to trust many people; the government, his friends, even his family to an extant. America was the home of the patriots, the men proud and honorable enough to keep their fellow man from falling behind in life. Jim came to realize that America was looked upon as a whole - no single person was ever given personal care. Under acts in order to "secure the national defense" his home was destroyed beyond recognition, torn board by board until the government had found whatever they were looking for. His father was a wealthy, powerful politician, and was suspected of housing terrorists and weapons. Complete bullshit. They got the wrong person, and in turn for thier quick actions Senator Sharpe and his son fled to a country that could share the same feelings of loss as them; Japan.
That was the sort story, the reason to why Jim was in Japan. As for the one currently happening, Jim had stopped reminiscing and taken a seat, sitting down across from the person, who's name he had just remembered. "Ryu... Ryuiin, right?" The person across didn't look interested. He seemed to be dealing with a problem other than being locked in the dark mall. Jim didn't speak anymore after what he heard. Were people still eating? Why so... loudly? "The hell is that... do you hear...?" The noise seemed to get louder. Jim had no clue what it was, but it definetly was not people eating. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Oh yeah. I dunno the deal with the whole putting videos into this thread, but I have a video of me dancing in Toys R Us in my profile. Yeah... thats me. With the unicorn. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Jim willingly followed Ryuiin into the store; if anyone had a remote clue to what was going on, he trusted it was him. His hands were balled up into fists
"What the hell is this? Some sort of Government weapon here to take out what the consumers they hold so dearly? All these consumers really ARE getting what they deserve. Crap. I'm a consumer, I'm in the freaking mall... gah!" "Man, what the hell is that guy? Did you see him do..." Jim stopped, Ryuiin wasn't even trying to listen to him. His eyes were fixed on the being. "So you DO know whats up... oof!" Suddenly a girl comes flying out of nowhere at Jim. She pushes him into another girl who is walking. They tumble into the couch, and it tips over, spilling the three onto the ground. "Hey. I would've gotten a sandwhich at the foodcourt, but if you guy's insist..." |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| I wonder if anyone out there actually does this...
Oh yeah. Pimps. Let's all be pimps! |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| I'd bet you you'd find... lots of...
lots of... uh... lots of... Well, whatever you find, its sure to have some sort of mysterious white substance on it. And lots of it. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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 FUCK! OH FUCK GET OUT OF ME GODDAMMIT! UGHHHHH!!!!
 Oh god, oh GOD PLEASE PULL THROUGH! (leaves the room)
 Yeah. I'm the doctor. Yeah. I'm the blind doctor.
 I'm not here to eat any babies...
 ...
  Um... shit.
Five Minutes Later:   Um... sir? Here's your baby.
 Sweet. Wheres my wife?
What? I told you I wasn't going to eat any babies.
 Mmm... placenta...
 Who the feck are you? Quit cleaning meh behbeh!
 Sorry. I just... I just wanted attention.
 What an ordeal... lets go home...
At home: Finally... the reason I had a baby...
*CHOMP*
 Delicious. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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 Shit. That was quick.
Oh damn. Is that a baby? When did that get in there?
You... um... you gave me it... didn't you?
NO I DIDN'T!!! WHO'S THE DADDY?!
Me, Captain Sexkins.
So you knocked up my wife?!
lol. yea.
GRRRRR!!! ... seriously, wtf. Who did this.
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I was drunk. I swear. |
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| I HAVE to repeat, my hair will turn into a pure Jew-Puff Brand Afro. | |||
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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| Red Bull... but don't mix it with tacos, it has the opposite effect of what it usually is...
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AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6410 days Last activity: 6299 days |
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... 'nuff said. ... and I guess you can discuss the movie if you've seen it. In all its boring splendor. |
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