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  1. Noxryn
    I dun have a working camera, but I bought that LEGO AT-TE tank thingy.
     
    Rex and the battle droid I call Sergeant came with it along with Anakin and Ahsoka along with a clone and that Rotta glob of green.
     
    I haven't finished it yetz, but I madez the figs and STAP vehical that came with it 8D
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    Umm...title?

    By Noxryn,

    Ummmm...*thinks...*
     
    I madez a CoT SS called AFTERMATH and is based off of that book series with all the clones I was reading about...
     
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    I needz moar thingz to think about ><
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    Names

    By Noxryn,

    Master Gunnery Sergeants I am now calling "Master Blasters"
     
    Sergeants I will call "Sarge" or "The people who shout very loud"
     
    Colonels are all either "********" or "Kewl"
     
    Captains will be called "Capitan" "Cap'n" "The annoying officer" "That guy" "me" and "Who's that?"
     
    Lousy Privates will be called "Funny"
     
    Generals will be Generals or, "The guy who gives out the orders"
     
    Wash-out trainees will be called "Janitors"
     
    Admirals will be called "Da Man wit da powerz" and "Who're you?" or anything pertaining to that.
     
    Mean Corporals will be called "Da speckiest speckers on the face of the specking planet in our specking universe"
     
    Commanders will be called "The yellow droid over there."
     
    Why is he yellow?
     
    -LH

    "Don't ask me, ask Philips."
     
    "Oh."
     
    -LH
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    Hmmm...

    By Noxryn,

    I'm really in the mood to write something...something futury and full of explosions and flying things...but what would it be about...I'm drawing a blank -__-;
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    Today I went to see that new animated Star Wars movie upon the insistance of my sister. It was just one battle after another, the droid commander and the droid sergeant are my two favorite characters. <3

    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... « "I can't see them."- Sergeant
     
    *Peers over the edge, slips and falls yelling*
     
    "Get back here Sergeant!"- Commander
     
    Droid Commanders and Droid Sergeants are so kewl. Everything else was okay, not really my favorite...
    » Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... «they protrayed Rex as a poor minded person by that mind trick 
    Well, it had its humor in it here and there, but overall I don't think too grandly of it.
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    -__-;

    By Noxryn,

    Well...I would like to say today was not my day for a bowling game. I lost with a very pathetic score of 29 -__-; and the next game I bumped it up to 39 -__-;...that did not make me look good at these games...
     
    I finished Rogue Clone, and the third Ranger's Apprentice book, I'm now on The Clone Alliance (Last in the series)
     
    I loved the part so far when a gigantuan mercenary named "Ray Freeman" just left a military briefing to go to the bathroom, and never came back. Colonel Harris (Main character) made a bet with a Naval Intell Officer that they wouldn't find his mercenary partner.
     
    The next day the Naval Intell Officer was all ticked and handed over the 100$ owed. I found that quite funny.
     
    A Kewl part in the last book (Rouge Clone) was in a gigantic space battle with the Confederates, Mogats (MOrGAn ATkin) believers, and the Japanese group from Ezer Kri who had a planetary name change denied by the U.A Republic.
     
    The U.A had a ship called the Droctrinaire which was a monolithic ship as advanced as they come. Fleet Admiral Bryce Klyber was supposed to commandeer it-but he met an untimely death and the ship was handed over to Admiral Che Huang, and his Rear Admiral Thurston.
     
    Thurston kept the giant ship in one place and used it as a fortress when he should have been manuevering with it. What happened was that since the ship was pretty much unmoving, and only shooting, a kamikaze Mogat ship with a Nuke on the bow was able to broadcast (Turn into energy and shoot at speeds fast enough to cover millions of lightyears in a moment) right in the center of the monolithic battle ship, the result destroyed both ships and the nuke took care of the nearby fighters.
     
    U.A fell, but not fully.
     
    It was a kewl and fun to read space battle.
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    Entrizzle

    By Noxryn,

    *Gets shot*
     
    Alright with that out of the way I would like to begin this entry by saying that AAU, may be getting a slow update due to me writing up the full first chapter to the DBSR1 project I've been thinking out and writing about for years. Along with the fact that I wrote up Twisted Sorrow, and am in the middle of another which is still unfinished
     
    My SSs don't get that many replies now do they? =P *hinthint* *gets shot again*
     
    Besides for that I ran to Barnes 'n Noble, didn't have the book I was looking for and another I wanted was incredibly overpriced. *I'm not spending seventeen dollars on an eight dollar paperback book *
     
    I also just noticed that the windows are open... no wonder why I'm so dang cold...
     
    I haven't been doing anything much 'cept for go to a pool and do nothing there for three hours...
     
    The RPGs today seem to be moving at an extremely slow pace for some odd reason....and I got bored and needed to kill time so I typed up this entry thinking that someone may read the SS which is in my blog and leave a comment on it. *GG left a comment, but his dun count*
     
    All of a sudden I have the impulse to run around outside in circles for no apparent reason...that's a first.
     
    Oh! I forgot to mention that the school in Denver, well exact location I shtill dunno, but I'll say "Denver" as that's as specific as I feel like getting =P
     
    This school is going to be open for its first year and so *hopefully* I'm not going to be viewed as an "Outsider" like I was viewed in my last school, although two years of being around those people you get to be part of the loop within the first six months. ^^
     
    Just because I feel like saying it I will, I didn't eat breakfast or lunch, nor had I had any snacks today... I haven't been eating much recently, I find that odd...
     
    Well dinner we were finishing up all of the leftover foods *Since I don't eat much there was a LOT of food leftover, my sister ate half of it....*
     
    I ate three hotdogs as it was the smallest and least filling thing there with, yes, baked beans...that tasted good, but I felt overfull afterwards and I HATE that feeling ugh.....
     
    Well now you know my basic diet, nothing, nothing, nothing inbetween, and then dinner. Yup that's about it for food and shtuff of that sort.
     
    This is most likely the end of this entry unless I can think of something to say
     
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    Nope 'nuffin 'cept a nice breeze just came through the window and promptly hit me in the face ^^
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    Day Ovar

    By Noxryn,

    I saw The Mummy, I liked the special effects, but it was just too fast and quick paced, it wasn't that bad though. I got a new SS idea from it, and one of the previews ^^
     
    Then I had to wait for my little sister and my dad to finish with their movie. Twenty minutes sitting in a lobby trying to entertain yourself for that long sux. I think some people thought I was plotting something 'cause they looked at me weeeeiiiirrrd and then I cursed myself for not bringing something to do.
     
    I ended up reading everything in the room....ugh.
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    Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!

    By Noxryn,

    Heckboy 2 isn't showing at any of our theatres, that wrecked my rainy stormy day.
     
    Now I am going to go see the Mummy...I'd prefer to see the first rather than the latter...
     
    Besides that, I'm most likely going to be around a bit today as this storm is looking like it's sticking around, oh well, nothing I can do about it...
     
    That's about it...
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    ^^

    By Noxryn,

    Well, if anyone has nothing better to do I worte a Short Story which is one entry before this one...
     
    I finished the third Ranger's Apprentice book, and I will eventually nab the fourth. I still need to read Rogue Clone though. Other than that I haven't done much else...
  13. Noxryn
    Author's Notes: If you are a member of the Teen Titan RPG I would suggest not reading it as it gives away a whole lot of Vince's past that I intend to reveal at some point. Of course I can't stop you if you really want to. If you do read this entire thing which I wrote up at 1:00 AM, I would like it if you could possibly review it in one of the comments. ^^ I haven't titled it yet, suggestions are welcome ^^
     
    Of course some parts of it may clash with TT in general, but I wanted to right something with him older and on his own for a bit.
     
    Untitled
     
    A man walked through the desolate streets of the burning town. Screams and cries filled the air, but he didn’t care; he got what he wanted and dousing the flames that consumed the town was not on his to-do list. He wanted blood, he wanted a man dead, and he would go to any means necessary to accomplish it. He is the one who destroyed the town, he was simply sent to retrieve an item of importance, and he got it, and shortly after he went on a mad rampage which killed everyone in the town.
     
    Vincent Underwood was this man’s name. It had been a few years since he discovered what and who he really was. All of his life, he had thought his memories to be genuine, all his life he thought he had a family, he thought he had a chance to be someone else. Those thoughts were dashed when he found out where he came from.
     
    A car with a family of three in it exploded as the flames reached the fuel tank. Vince watched and felt no emotion toward their end, why would he care? They were nothing to him, and for all he knew they were as good as the one who made him, the one he hunted.
     
    Snow covered the streets, but it had melted away into either boiling water which was near the flames, or into slush the farther out you went.
     
    Vince held his long thin bladed sword out in front of him as he walked; it was caked in a syrupy substance which was visibly dark red when the light of the fire shined on it. The blood most likely belonged to citizens as he had killed everyone in this place; he didn’t know why he did, he just did.
     
    All Liberators think alike, kill first questions later, Vince was no exception to this rule. He was a synthetic human created from a crime syndicate which he had no idea ever existed until he took interest in it. It had been wiped out one hundred ten years prior to this day, and Vince was one of the two thousand Liberator “clones” to do it.
     
    Vince and his fellow Liberators-who are all dead- weren’t considered “clones” as the term is normally used, the only thing they all shared was the eye color and skin color, although normally they had dark hair ranging from black to a dark brown.
     
    Liberators were created to protect the syndicate and act as its most elite agents, again this was one hundred years ago and even though a primitive time it was, these guys were incredibly advanced, but kept their secrets to only themselves.
     
    The synthetic beings were given the way to think and how to feel. Most were cold bloodthirsty beings; the most violent ones killed, even each other when there was nothing else to destroy. Vince was considered to be the least destructive, he was the latest one and so being the youngest one as well. While his peers were eighteen, he was merely an eight year old, but that didn’t mean that his own allies and kind didn’t treat him viciously and beat him when they had the chance.
     
    When the uprising began-it began because all of the Liberators discovered what they really were and disliked that- there were two sides, loyalists and the separatists. They fought one large bloody battle against each other. Everyone died in it, except for young Vince who had taken shelter behind his own comrades. He witnessed the blood shed and had taken a few down himself.
     
    Years later, about fifty to be exact he ended up unconscious in an alley, no one knew what, or who, had attacked him, nor did they care. He was found and put into a hospital which had him in a coma for another fifty years.
     
    The doctors were amazed that he had not aged beyond the age of ten, and yet the boy knew more things than your typical adult. Vince had of course forgotten everything, and only had the implanted memories left. He believed that they were real memories of course, and they were made so that Liberators would never suspect their true origins.
     
    Vince had been released from the hospital and had been taken in by a foster father who had taken no interest in the boy after being expelled from a school for “Violent” behavior. Vince had only protected himself in the fight that happened, but his stepfather just left him in an alley nonetheless.
     
    Vince had been on his own for eight years. Eight what seemed to be; incredibly long years. He had practiced with a power he had, which was manipulating shadow in any shape or form, and was an amateur at it.
     
    During his eighteenth year of life, Vince had been able to obtain a red robe, with black undergarments along with a sword and two shruiken; some say he robbed a store to get these items as Vince never had a real job and therefore no pay. The only reason Vince was still alive on the streets was more because of his violent nature, he killed anyone who challenged him to anything; most of the time with his bare hands.
     
    He also wore gloves, but these gloves he had owned back when he woke up in the hospital. On the upside of the glove there was a skull with two rifles behind it and the word “Liberator” in fainting letters. His mind only remembered training programs in combat back when he was eight.
     
    He enrolled to a program which was created for “heroes”. He had originally gone in only to figure out how to use his powers in a better way, but only one month or so in he was leading a team and all that stuff he had never done before. He had faced challenges in this place, and eventually “graduated” from it.
     
    That was ten years ago, and still Vince hadn’t aged a day beyond eighteen. He was a twenty eight year old man who had amassed some scars, but he looked no different.
     
    He continued walking forward. None of his previous classmates and team members had ever crossed him yet, and if any of them did Vince wouldn’t be afraid to skewer them on the spot.
     
    A fuel tank exploded next to Vince, the shadow wielder was able to throw up a shield with no effort, protecting himself from the blast, sadly the people who had been around it were either mutilated, or screaming in agony as fire licked their bodies and began roasting them alive. In Vince’s eyes it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
     
    The sky was black, but not with night, with smoke. Even without the chocking smoke tendrils that reached up and into the sky, the sky itself would still be dark as it was indeed night time, just no stars or moon could show throw the dangerous clouds of smoke.
     
    Someone stood in his way, someone not screaming, not burning, someone who had long brown hair which so far concealed this stranger’s face. A sword lay limp in this being’s hand and she wore a long trench coat which was a very dark red in color. Her hands were concealed in black gloves and she wore black boots. Her face looked up at Vince; she had large red eyes, and had long brown hair which fluttered in front of her face in the wind. She looked not a day over seventeen, and had a smooth face which had a few scars here and there.
     
    A symbol was on the cuff of her trench coat, but Vince couldn’t quite make it out. “Who are you?” he spat in a cruel tone which he had achieved over the years.
     
    “My name is of no concern to you; anyways you should have a better memory anyway.” The girl spat back in an evenly cruel tone. Vince was intrigued to say the least that this one hadn’t ran away like everyone else. He couldn’t quite see her eyes himself as her hair tended to block them from his sight.
     
    “Are you challenging me?” Vince asked as an amused smile broke over his face.
     
    “What if I am? You too scared to accept it?” the girl replied still with her nasty and cruel tone.
     
    “Scared to accept? No. I’ll gladly fight you and I’ll leave the mess for the authorities to clean up.”
     
    “Good.” She replied with a smile on her own face. The girl within mere seconds was in front of Vince and the clash of blades could be heard. She was fast, incredibly fast, and used the same quick and destructive style Vince used.
     
    She lashed out with a kick and caught Vince in the gut; he stumbled backwards and shut the pain out of his system. He smiled This is going to be fun.
     
    He lashed out with his blade just to have it parried by the female combatant; this time Vince struck out with his fist which hit the girl inbetween the ribs and now she was the one stumbling back. Vince smiled and jumped forward, blade outstretched.
     
    Even though her balance was off, she was still able to block Vince’s blade as it whizzed in front of her. Vince was quite impressed by this person’s skill so far, and he intended to go further. He swung his foot out, which effectively tripped her and she landed on the ground back first. He pointed his blade at her exposed neck and said “Now what?”
     
    She smiled and whipped his blade aside with her own and flipped backwards. She landed gracefully with her blade in her left hand still hanging lazily. She shot forwards and the sound of interlocking metal could be heard. Everything other than the two combatants was silent, no screams, or cries, it even seemed that the fire stopped its maniacal cackling to watch the battle.
     
    She whipped her blade this way and that just for it to be blocked each and every time by Vince with his equal swordsmanship. He was becoming quite amazed at her skill, she even looked a bit familiar to him…but from where? He couldn’t place the face each time he tried.
     
    The swords clanged together again, but this time the girl was able to throw Vince off balance and knock the warrior to the ground. She pointed her blade at his neck and said “Remember me?” her eyes looked down at him and now Vince could see the “Liberator” insignia on her glove.
     
    “You’re a-“
     
    “A Liberator, yes. I was made shortly after you came out of the vat.”
     
    “Well, things have just gotten much more interesting haven’t they?”
     
    “Yes, yes they have.” The girl replied as she stabbed forward. With inhuman speed Vince was able to move out from under the blade as it dug deep into the ground.
     
    “Why is it that you want to kill me?” Vince said innocently with mock confusion on his face.
     
    “You’re a Separatist, I’m a Loyalist. Yet, things go deeper than just that.” She said back as she flung a kick out which caught Vince in the Ribs and he fell over. “I hate you the most Vince, why? Because we were friends, and you voluntarily tried to kill me. You betrayed not only our creators, but me as well. You deceived me with mock friendship, and for that I want to gut you.”
     
    Vince looked at her; he thought that she was familiar, but didn’t at the same time. She lashed her blade out flat end first and whacked Vince across his face, blood flew out of his mouth, but nothing was broken; lucky him. She twitched her sword and went for a sideways slash which Vince blocked with his own blade at the right time. “Whatever happened, I’m sorry!” he said through the blood and pain.
     
    “You had your chance to say that, you just kicked me down.” She kicked Vince in the gut and brought the flat end of the blade down on the back of his head. Normally that would knock a man out, but Vince could take harder blows than that. He lashed out again and once more the two blades interlocked with sparks flying up as they grinded against each other. “I’ll kill you Vince, and want to know something else? You smiled when you hurt me, you smiled as you did it during that battle and I intend to smile while gutting you here.” Vince said nothing as both combatants vanished to the higher point of the Empire State building as it was called. Vince could do this because as he grew older his power evolved, he could now appear anywhere on the planet where darkness touched; he loved that. Somehow the girl could do the same.
     
    “Do all Liberators have shadow powers?” he didn’t ask it stupidly, he just couldn’t remember if they did or not.
     
    “What do you think? We all have the same DNA, and we all have the same abilities. In case you’re too dull witted, yes we all have shadow powers.” She kicked Vince through one of the windows of the structure; glass bit into Vince’s skin as he flew through the window, but his mind did not register the pain.
     
    Civilians who happened to be inside screamed and ran down the hallway Vince had burst into. The girl whipped her blade against Vince’s and the two traded blows back and forth. None struck either opponent; they were all parried in a great shower of sparks with a grunt coming from one of them.
     
    Vince slipped his blade under hers, and he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt which shown through the red trench coat, in one fluid movement Vince pushed her blade out of his arm’s way and threw her across the room and into the mob of runaway civilians. A woman was knocked over and her life was cut short as the blade of the Liberator girl sliced the other woman’s head off in a clean sweeping movement.
     
    “Well, that marks one down.” Vince said as two tendrils of shadow chucked him through the wall and into a group of fleeing civilians, who all ended up smashed against the next wall, or on the ground. The tendrils let go of Vince as his adversary stepped into view. Again blades clashed and they clashed and they clashed. The two blades left deep cuts in the walls of the building and occasionally killed one of the civilians on the ground-death of innocents was something the two didn’t care about.
     
    The fight only got fiercer, Liberators were not made to tire, they were made to kill and continue killing, and so that is what the two did. They killed handfuls of innocent people who could not leave the room, just so one could get an upper hand in this even conflict.
     
    The two Liberators continued trying to kill each other. Neither got any closer to do so, they just blindly continued slashing at each other and were blocked each time.
     
    They vanished again and appeared three hundred feet in the air and yet they continued clashing blade with blade as they hurtled to the ground below. Determination filled each combatant’s eyes and they wouldn’t stop until one was dead, or the world was obliterated by the battle.
     
    Right before they hit the concrete down below they vanished again, only to appear on top of the Statue of Liberty, right on its head. They still slashed and threw blows at each other seemingly oblivious as to where they were. Their battle scuffed the entire head of the statue and several long gashes were created on the head. “Come on, just die!” the girl said angrily as her blade was blocked again. Vince said nothing as he tripped her and put his blade at her neck for a second time.
     
    She was on the edge of the statue, so a back flip wouldn’t work out quite well, and Vince had his foot on top of her arm which held her sword. “Who are you?” he asked with venom in his tone.
     
    “Emily.” The girl responded. Vince looked at her wide eyed; he thought that Emily had been a figment of his imagination when he found out that he was just a synthetic human., he thought that “Emily” was the force that was programmed into his mind to keep him from hunting the truth of his origins; apparently he had been wrong-very wrong. Emily was a real person, and now he knew who she really was. His mental image depicted of an excusable way as to why she wasn’t in his life, and he had created a form of conscience in the body of Emily just to keep himself going. Looking at the real thing brought shock to his face.
     
    She stared at him coldly and said “You’ve forgotten everything haven’t you?” she still couldn’t move her arm, but his grip on his sword, and pressure on her arm slackened a bit. In his shocked eyes she could tell that he was remembering her, now that she told him who she actually was it must’ve triggered something in his mind, and now he was looking at it.
     
    Vince could only observe, he could see himself in a large bloody battle with the Liberators, on the ground was a small girl around seven; he, at this time was eight. Vince was viewing everything third person and he watched himself as he kicked the younger one repeatedly. She was crying and begging for him to stop, but he didn’t. He watched himself continue to go at it.
     
    It was the hardest thing for Vince to watch in his life, he himself could feel tears sliding down his cheeks as he saw the boy who was somehow himself kick and hit the girl. She stopped crying and moving for that matter, the boy who was Vince was satisfied and thought that she was dead and walked away. Had the boy stopped to look he would have noticed that she was only unconscious, but thankfully he hadn’t noticed.
     
    The memory faded and Vince looked at what he was doing; he was repeating what he had done as a child. The blade which was in his hands clattered to the ground and Vince walked backwards feeling shame and guilt build up inside him. Gone was the adrenaline which deposited the chemical in his bloodstream that made him addicted to kill, gone was the urge to fight. Vince fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face.
     
    “I-…I’m…so sorry.” He said in a sincere tone, a tone which he had never truly used before this moment. Emily looked at Vince in disbelief, she hadn’t thought that Vince felt this much remorse for what he had done; she thought that Vince knew and remembered that day and fought her nonetheless. That had been what ticked her off, that after nearly killing her at seven years of age, this man had the mind to try again.
     
    She didn’t move, or say a word; in truth she didn’t know what to say. She herself felt a pang of guilt as she should’ve known that Vince wouldn’t have remembered. She slowly got up and walked over to Vince.
     
    Emily had discarded her sword and kneeled down in front of the grief stricken figure. “Don’t be, it is I who should say sorry, I screwed your life up too many times. I didn’t mean to of course.” She said calmly. The chemical in her own blood was gone, the citizens who were in the Empire State building were all dead, and the citizens of the burning town were all killed. They had caused much damage, but right now it wasn’t that which was on their minds; what was on their minds was their past and how they nearly made it their future. If mistakes were not recognized in the past, they liked to repeat themselves in the future.
     
    “No. I nearly killed you in cold blood. I don’t deserve a sorry from you; I only deserve getting kicked off this statue.” Vince said after he could force himself to speak.
     
    “Vince.” She said as she looked into his red eyes. “We were friends in the past; we cared for each other in the past. We got into a fight due to our DNA and how we were made. It was not you who beat me; it was a Liberator who beat me. A Liberator which can consume its host and turn the nicest man into the most dangerous killer alive, you and me are merely the hosts. In battle the parasite takes over and turns us into those Liberator monstrosities. I do not believe it was you who fought me; I believe that it was your programming and your chemical induced side that did.” She hadn’t expected this sort of change of events at all, she had come to kill him in cold blood for what he did to her, but now she realized that the soldier hadn’t meant it, when one is under the control of that blasted chemical, although it made you think clearer and calmer, it also made you want to fight to the death with anything that moved. That chemical had been running through her veins which had been the reason why that entire battle occurred.
     
    Vince looked up a bit at her and into her red eyes which mimicked his own. She was a beautiful young girl, who was only a year younger than himself. The violence had passed, and now the two could think like regular individuals. Surprisingly she hugged Vince. He had never been hugged his entire life, he had watched others do it and could never understand it. It was so confusing to him, as was love and affection; he had never been loved or felt affectionate towards anyone and from this one hug in his entire life, he felt like he had missed out on so much. He hugged her back with his bloodstained gloves and tears flowed form both of their eyes.
     
    Liberators were not created for love, or friendship; they were created to kill and destroy without a second thought. They were made to protect the Revolution, but destroyed it. Now while all the battles settled and Vince found out that he wasn’t the only one of his kind left, he found a small pocket of happiness which he didn’t want to ever go away.
     
    She felt the same way, but understood it more than he did. Emily had grown up alone and unaided as well, but she had been able to sneak into movies and things like that, more out of sheer curiosity than anything else, and remembered all of the strange actions that the main character would do to get attention from a secondary female character. She never understood any of it, but right now she did. Emily felt genuine unprogrammed happiness for the first time in her entire life. She also loved the feeling.
     
    “Vince?” she said uncertainly and quietly in his ear.
     
    “Yes?” he said in the same tone at the same level.
     
    “What is that emotion called where you don’t want to leave someone?”
     
    “Caring?” Vince replied unsure of his own words.
     
    “No, the other one, the one where people seem to be happy together, and they never want to leave the other.” Emily explained quietly and softly.
     
    “I guess, it would be…love.” He replied, much more certain in his tone of voice. Even though this was the first time he felt it, he knew what it was after he thought about it.
     
    “Hmm, yes…that one. I love you Vince.” She said gripping him a bit tighter, she had actually missed Vince from back when they were friends, back when all was well and no one was killing, back in training courses. The two, even if a year apart; had always made a great team in combat, seek and destroy, along with several other activities.
     
    They were similar as far as personality went, and they had grown to be great friends in the training school. That blasted war had changed it. The two were ultimately swept to different sides and for the first time in Vince’s life at least, he felt the rush of clarity, calmness and the wanting to destroy lives. Sadly Emily hadn’t had the same rush and the two ended up fighting each other. Emily had lost in the end because she was filled with panic and fear, whereas he was full of programmed happiness and clarity.
     
    It took eight years for the chemical to develop within the body’s adrenaline, and sadly Emily hadn’t owned the ability to use it.
     
    She realized that when Vince slacked off of his attack and ended it with grieving and sadness. The chemical could take over one’s thoughts to try and destroy the ones someone cared about; in this case it nearly worked on both of them.
     
    Vince gripped her tighter as well and said in a calm, caring and soft tone “I love you too.” Despite everything that happened, the two were able to remember that each cared about the other, and so they sat there for hours on end as it rained from the sky and inevitably drenched them, until the sun rose up in the morning.
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    I Did Somethings

    By Noxryn,

    Well, I went to Barnes 'n Noble and purchased the last two books to the TCR trilogy, sadly they still do not carry the next book to TSST...
     
    before I start with TCR sequels, I need to finish reading the third RA book...
     
    *Key*
     
    TCR= The Clone Republic
     
    TSST= The Soldier Son Trilogy
     
    RA= Ranger's Apprentice.
     
    Other than that I have done NOTHING today...
  15. Noxryn

    I Saw A Movie =d

    By Noxryn,

    I finally saw Hancock, I liked the whole concept of how he saves people, by destroying everything else and having a bottle of booze in hand. It was funny, and it was sad...more near the end it was sad, but it all cheered up.
     
    I bought what I thought was a small soda, the thing was friggin' huge! It was called a small, but it was twice the size of anything I've ever drunk out of. I ended up drinking it all and now I feel sickish... great way to end the day <<
     
    And I'm sitting on the floor with this on my bed...I dunno why.
  16. Noxryn
    I went bowling once more today, did horrible, got creamed twice, and then ended up running out of money I was willing to spend on the game.
     
    Me and my little sister were going to go to the local Zoo, but the weather thought differently and killed that option.
     
    Kachz is staying and that made my day, along with the book I was reading which reached an interesting point. The sad part was that Sergeant Shannon was killed by a gaseous vapor which eats through rubbers and organic flesh. He was reduced to a puddle of goo with bones and the plates of his armor left.
     
    I liked Shannon, he was such a cool character ;_;
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    Things I Did

    By Noxryn,

    I have recently updated my epic Angels Among Us. Somehow I did the first chapter really good and I just don't know how it had the least grammatical mistakes along with someone's favorite...the answer eludes me. (Go check it out! I beg of you! If you would like a link it would be in my sig which leads to my library and from there the link to the epic exists, I just need some reviews and reviewers so I can at least feel motivated to continue it)
     
    I went swimming yet again, after that boredom ensued, I read 100 pages of The Clone Republic which IMO is quite a fun read.
     
    I'm going to see a movie on Friday be it The Mummy, or Hancock (I'm hoping for the latter)
     
    -In other news Kachz is leaving the site for an idefinate amount of time and I would just like to say that I am sad for his leaving, but life comes first and if he thinks it is the best thing to do, I would have to agree.
     
    -In more news I have th ejob of shamelessly advertising the Unexpected RPG in CoT to any who wish to play. I'm having fun with it, but recently it has grinded to a halt due to some inactive players and I can't do much. I would appreciate it if any of you RPG players would go and maybe just check it out.
     
    (Not my RPG BTW)
     
    That's all I have to say...
  18. Noxryn

    Busy Day So Far

    By Noxryn,

    So as for today (so far) I had played Rainbow Six Vegas 2, which is slowly growing on me... I had gone to Barnes 'n Noble and bought the third Ranger's Apprentice book along with this strange Sci-fi clone bookamathing. I enjoy my purchase and still have to read the clone thing book ><
     
    Shortly after that I went to Target, and guess what? They had Gali Mistika and so I bought her, sadly no Gorast. I enjoy Gali, but she reminds me a bit of a bunny with the silver jet fins on her head, and in a way I think her design would have suited Onua more, because Onua is slightly taller and he was always the "hunchback" of the group with his head stationed in the center of his chest. (Gali's head is just lower than it should be IMO) Target sadly carried no TFA figs and I was bummed out about that.
     
    Then I went back to Wal*Mart. They had the one Bitil and a few titans in stock, but I didn't buy any cuz I figured I had already blwon enough money on things for the day. Again no TFA figs ;_;
     
    That was my day so far and I still have other things to do.
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    Rpg Charries Of Mine

    By Noxryn,

    So I get bored, what better to do than list all of my RPG charries that I can remember?

    Vincent Underwood : I created Vincent here off of the design of FF's Vincent Valentine, over some time I have a completely different mental image keeping only the pale skin, sometimes the eyes, and red along with black colored garb.
     
    Vincent is quiet, bloodthirsty, and cruel. He hates everybody and not too many like him. He has a past only of pain and suffering, which is why he detaches himself from emotion and stays away from others so that he wouldn't feel the pain again.
     
    I have not yet revealed his past as I like the mystery on this character, but I will end up making him a detailed past which would be posted throughout the RPGs he is in.
     
    Appearances: Unexpected by Toa of Awesomeness, Teen Titans by Chaos Elementoid, Animus by Chronicler of Ko-Koro.
     
    Jetstream, Acuron, Silverwing, and Quickstrike: They are all members of TFD is some way or other. The first two in the list appear in both TFD and TFD: O, while the third was only in TFD and merely mentioned in TFD: O. Quickstrike is only in TFD: O, but has a prominent role in Jetstream's history as do all of the characers mentioned.
     
    Quickstrike AKA Ripskull: I created her more to fill in the empty void of my dead Silverwing character *sniffle*
     
    She is a Decepticon, but at one time was an Autobot. She had gone on a mission with all three of the mentioned ones (Acuron, Jetstream, and Silverwing) and in the end the mission had run fowl and she (Quickstrike at the time) ended up under a pile of rubble half dead and half alive, her allies left her because they had each thought her to be dead.
     
    They were wrong though, as a group of Decepticon scientists had recovered her body and replaced her old armor with some of their own creation.
     
    In TFD: O she hates Starscream with a passion as he had openly humiliated her twice within the course of the RPG. She also Hates Jetstream to leave her to her fate and will kill him on sight if possible.
     
    Jetstream AKA Demolisher: Jetstream was a 'Bot and then a 'Con in TFD, soon though he became a 'Bot because his old friend Acuron reminded him of who he really was and put some light on a attack which Jetstream thought was of Decepticon origin.
     
    He is loyal to the rebel 'Bots in TFD: O and fights alongside that team with pride. He wishes to be the one to kill Phantom, but he knows that he must truly be a far better fighter than he already was if he hoped to stand a chance against the newly appointed Overlord.
     
    Jetstream hates Phantom more because Phantom had killed two of his closest friends and one of his fallen friends had somehow been reanimated to fight him and Sleekshot. The zombie had been taken down with aid from Far Cry (Teeb's charrie) and Rollcage (Sugar's charrie)

    Silverwing: She used to have feelings fr Jetstream which had been turned around after a few conversations with the old Ace (Transairion's charrie, but Ace is now Areostar Prime).
     
    She knew Jetstream, Acuron and Quickstrike from the mission and eversince that day she had never left another behind be it friend or foe. She had trained herself to be the best of her abilities, but had failed to fight Phantom and ended up dead.
     
    She had lost her head in that battle, and now Jetstream wants to take down Phantom for killing two of his friends.
     
    Anavrin
     
    Appearances: Rise of The Titans, and in Reality
     
    RoTT version: In RoTT Anavrin is a crazed Harpy who enjoys killing and eating the leftovers. She used to have a big ego which had been crushed by Darius (MoJ's charrie) and Mykius AKA Jerkius (GG's charrie) those two had openly insulted her and her species.
     
    She had taken a lot of joy watching them fight eachother to the death. Her hsitory is an uncertain one, but something hints to being locked in asylums a few times, she is nowhere near as crazy as she had once been though and can keep herself in check if need be.

    Reality Version: In Reality Anavrin is an Unexplainable of Destruction, she was once known as Dreamer, but had ditched her disguise.
     
    She is a G-Moderator character in this RPG and is quite destructive.
     
    She used to lead the Anazts, the worlds first and real demons, but left her post to go off on business. Anazect was appointed the new leader as Anavrin had never come back, and when she did she herself appointed him the new leader. Anazect still serves under Anavrin, but he can order whatever he wishes at any time.
     
    Anavrin was created by an unknown means and had been all over the Continuum along with several other Realities. She is vicious and brutal in combat and finds it annoying and somewhat funny when Zodiac, or Nero (both Nero: the Mad Emperor's charries) say some things that sound quite funny.
     
    I am not posting my BIONICLE RPG charries as I have wayyyy too many.
     
    Tyren: He led a team of several form his species and had been banned from his homeworld Deneral. He is allowed back after several battles and is promoted to Admiral for his duties. He led an entire fleet of ships into a battle over Earth 1 which had been utterly destroyed by Robo.
     
    He died shortly after the 5000 year time skip.
     
    I have several other charries that I'll get to posting soon.
     
     
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    Hmmmmm...

    By Noxryn,

    I felt like posting an entry and so I completed my task.
     
    One day I want to animate something just for the sake of watching one of my own characters dance to something I make up.
  21. Noxryn

    Today

    By Noxryn,

    The pool was open today and so I had fun from 1-4.
     
    I have recieved a new game from the mail for my 360 (Rainbowsix Vegas 2) It's pretty good, but I got kinda bored through the second mission. Of course I'm going to beat it though.
     
    I also bought two Mistika, they didn't have the two I wanted (Gali and Gorast), but they had Onua and Bitil and so I bought them instead. Perhaps one day I'll make a detailed text review as my camera broke recently and is a piece of junk that needs to be replaced.
  22. Noxryn

    Boredom Over.

    By Noxryn,

    Storm went bye, bye and now I am not bored as I just took a walk, and nearly went to Wal-Mart, but decided against it. Soooo, now that I'm unbored I will be around here just as often because I have nothing better to do anymore, and I'm a bit tired.
     
    Yes I did walk and yes it was for ten miles and yes I am tired. Call me lazy why don't you...
     
    Holy Crumbs! I am on AIM. =D
     
    FUNNY MONKEH
     

  23. Noxryn

    Heh...

    By Noxryn,

    I just noticed that I can EDIT comments...so much power...so little point in using it...NOOOOOO!
     
    Yes, I will be spontaneously (sp?) popping up in random blogs and leaving a comment. Yes I have a list of blogs I have been to so [boxghostvoice]BEWARE![/boxghostvoice]
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    Commenting...

    By Noxryn,

    When I reply to comments in my own blog... is that normal? I just like to as I dunno, go nothing better to do...so yeah, do you think it is strange?
  25. Noxryn

    Just My Luck...

    By Noxryn,

    I just went to the pool and was having a great time, until it was decided that there was a thunderstorm on its way and the place got closed ><. Oh well, life goes on.
     
    I am now looking at the gloomliness of our sky and am thinking "What can I do that will be fun and productive?" Initially I went with typing something up, but I'm not in the mood, and I just drew a giant machine thing a majig and don't feel like making another.
     
    Then I decided to try out Bonesiii's coolified mask thing for the third time, I really disliked the outcome and tehrefore quit that as I didn't feel like making another.
     
    Basically I am bored.
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