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  3. Trevsky

    New Rpg! ^^

    By Trevsky,

    John Freeman’s Journal, 1st Entry
    September, 18th 1826

    This city is dying. Crumbling to dust. The life is being sucked slowly from veins, leaving only death and decay. I’m writing these words in this journal so that future generations will know what horrors have happened here and learn from it. So such an another incident can be avoided.

    How did this happen? How could London become this? It all started a few weeks ago, with a single murder. Ashley Fairchild, I believe was her name. A murder never makes one feel secure and safe, but there was something particularly disturbing about this one. Namely, most of the blood had been drained out of her body. Most of the superstitious fanatics blamed Vampires. They were a general agreement that precautions should be taken so that they was no possible way that she could become a Vampire.

    Her unbeating heart was stabbed with a wooden stake and her mouth was stuffed with garlic. Her body was dipped in ‘Holy Water’ and she was buried under a cross shaped gravestone. For added safety her body was chained and her coffin top was covered in strong metal. Guess there is no such thing as respect for the dead when Vampires are involved. There was even a guard placed in front her gravesite.

    The next morning the guard was found dead, a single shot left from his double barrel shotgun. There was a sickly yellow liquid on the ground, some pieces of broken chain link, a shattered stake and garlic cloves on the ground. The cross gravestone had been snapped in half, and the grave had been dug up by a pair of claws. Of course, the coffin itself was empty.

    Not taking anymore chances, the City had the guards head chopped off and the body burned at the stake. Then for a while, things went silent. It almost seemed like the city had gone back to normal. But no one expected it would stay that way. Sure enough, after a while, people began to disappear. Nobody knew where they had disappeared to, but they had a pretty good guess of what happened to them. A citywide search was conducted, but to no success. At the end of the week, twenty people had gone missing.

    Then the mass murders began. The Vampires began killing in the open, sometimes even during the day. There was no way ensure every killed person wouldn't turn into a Vampire. The victim count rapidly rose to one hundred. Other creatures of the night began to emerge, throwing London into the ninth level of Hades.

    But there is hope. We managed to kill a few, ironically, with guns. We examined the body. The knowledge we discovered has helped us gain an edge. We have new weapons and new tactics. By combining the latest of science and most effective of the ancient myths, we have a chance at survival.

    But one cannot help but wonder if London has seen its last sunrise….
  4. Trevsky
    First off, I'd like to give credit to Crimson Jester for the awesome idea of using songs for themes of SS Contests....
     
    So here are the details... =)
     
    1) Your SS must revolve around some part of the lyrics in the song "Frgt/10" by Linkin Park. Could be the whole song, or inspired by one line. It really doesn't matter to me.
    2) Your story should be around 1,000-4000 words long.
    3) The deadline is Thursday, February 15th.
    4) It can be PG-13 for violence and gore, but don't do overly graphic descriptions or anything.
     
    The lyrics are posted below, but I'd also recommend Google vid searching the song and listening to at least part of it. ; )
     
    "From the top to the bottom
    Bottom to top I stop
    At the core I’ve forgotten
    In the middle of my thoughts
    Taken far from my safety
    The picture’s there
    The memory won’t escape me
     
    We’re stuck in a place so dark
    You can hardly see
    The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe
    And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
    I block out the sight and the powers that be
    And duck away into the darkness
    Times up
    I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend
    And the eyes ease open
    And it’s dark again
     
    From the top to the bottom
    Bottom to top I stop
    At the core I’ve forgotten
    In the middle of my thoughts
    Taken far from my safety
    The picture’s there
    The memory won’t escape me
    But why should I care?
     
    In the memory you’ll find me
    Eyes burning up
    The darkness holding me tightly
    Until the sun rises up
     
    Listen to the sound
    Dizzy from the ups and downs
    I’m nauseated by the polluted rot that’s all around
    Watching the wheels of cars that pass
    I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts
    A window grows and captures the eye
    And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
    And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box
    Inside a building of rock with antennas on top, now
    Nothing can stop in this land of the pain
    The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game
    And while the insides change
    The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s name
    The memories I keep are from a time like then
    I put on my paper so I could come back to them
    Someday I’m hoping to close my eyes and pretend
    That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
     
    Yo, from the top to the bottom
    Bottom to top I stop
    At the core I’ve forgotten
    In the middle of my thoughts
    Taken far from my safety
    The picture’s there
    The memory won’t escape me
     
    I’m here at this podium talking
    The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring
    What’s happening?
    City governments are eternally napping
    Trapped in greedy covenants
    Causing urban collapse
    And bullets that scar souls with dark holes
    Get more than your car stole, some parts be blacker than charcoal, for real
    This society’s deprivation depends not on our differences but the separation within
    No preparation is made
    Limited aid, minimum wage
    Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid
    Tragedy within a parade
    The darkness overspreads like a permanent plague
    I’m the forgotten
     
    In the memory you’ll find me
    Eyes burning up
    The darkness holding me tightly
    Until the sun rises up"
  5. Trevsky

    ._.

    By Trevsky,

    A friend of mine has several shotguns, two rifles, some handguns, a few machetes, and enough ammo to start a small war. And I've got a pocket knife.
     
    Hide me.
  6. Trevsky

    A Story...

    By Trevsky,

    First things first, my grandma died yesterday, so I'm not going to be on Bzp for the next few days, 'cause I'm going to go to the funeral down in NYC...
     
    Now that the grim news is out of the way, it's time for a funny little story that happened to me today.
     
    My mom was picking me up at play practice, when she said she needed to go to her office to get her wallet (She works at the school.) So we go the the main office and find the door locked (This is long after school ended) So she tries opening the door, and right when she does that, the fire alarm goes off. Embarrassed, we quickly rushed out without being seen, get into the car and drives off.
     
    So eventually my mom decides it would be better the admit what happened. So we drove back and my mom explains it to the janitor. Then he tells her that it wasn't a security alarm and was just a fire alarm that happened to go off right when she pulled the handle.
     
    It was quite weird. O_o
  7. Trevsky
    "And if you liked the sequel, then you'll love the sequel sequel 'Monsters vs Aliens vs Bears vs Nazis vs Hot sauce' and if you liked sequel sequel then you'll love the sequel sequel sequel 'Monsters vs Aliens vs Your Mom vs Bicycle Bear vs Bouncy Bear vs Bernstein Bears vs Kratos Cosplayer vs Big Underwear vs ShamWow vs The Jeffersons vs Clowns vs Lady Punch vs Zombies vs Puppies vs Snuggies vs Freddy vs Jason vs 'Freddy vs Jason' vs Little Sister vs Baby Eating a Lemon vs Animated Gifts vs Poptarts vs Cat on a Roomba vs Cash For Gold vs PaRappa The Rapper vs Egon vs Stains The Cupcake Dog vs Jam vs owned vs owned vs owned vs owned.'"
     
    "WE'RE NOT WATCHING THAT SAY AWAY FROM MY SON!"
     
    "PLEASE DAD PLEASE DAD PLEASE DAD"
     
    "IT'S TOO MUCH!" *Shoots self*
     
    "DID WE MENTION ITS ALL IN 3D?"
     
    Man that movie looks epic! I bet the zombies win! ^^
     
    Who do you think wins?
  10. Trevsky

    *gasps*

    By Trevsky,

    *Looks at banner, Av, and PP* Has Leada gone loli?
     
    Well not until he changes he name and stops talking in third person. =P
  15. Trevsky

    Gonna Be Gone

    By Trevsky,

    I'll be largely inactive until Friday after school. Here's a quick schedule...
     
    -Mon: Revisting Boarding Schools
     
    -Tues: Same as above
     
    -Wedz: After school Boy Scout fundraiser
     
    -Thurs: Meeting to decide which Boarding School I wanna go to.
     
    I'll be on and here and there, and I'll be answering PMs and checking up on RPGs in that time (But not posting, most likely). I'll see ya all on Friday!
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    Today Sucked.

    By Trevsky,

    So I woke up after sleeping in, thinking that everything at home was better, and feeling a little depressed about that. Then I downloaded the new iTunes software and it wound up clearing everything off my iPod, and now I have to wait until I get on my computer at home get my Library and apps and movies and contacts and everything back on it since I want the albums that I bought in the store on it.
     
    Then I went to the mall, and the drive was a boring two hours each way. And the guys in front of me were preforming certain social liberties that you couldn't do in a Fascist or Communist country without getting arrested or killed or both.
     
    And at the mall I spent $35 bucks on a sub, DVD, and a book, and the only thing that so far was worth it was the sub.
     
    Add that to finding out that the dean of a school I almost went has sexual harassment charges and today sucked. ._.
  22. Trevsky

    *no Title*

    By Trevsky,

    OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN SO BUSY ON BZP TODAY! I feel like there's a lot of stuff I have/want to do today, so apologies if it takes a bit for me to respond to something.
     
    Anyhow, here's today's Blog worthy story.
     
    So, earlier today I'm shopping for shtuff with my family in one of the larger towns in my pitiful state (it's about forty five minutes from where I live ><) and were leaving this on little shop that's about a block from the main shopping street and we here this shouting. At first I think somebody is trying advertise something or other, but then I realize it sounded like somebody was trying to disturb the "peace"- and doing a good job with that. So we reach the street and see a clearly insane man being dragged into a police car, shouting,
     
    "IS ANYONE HERE A HUMAN BEING?! HELP ME! IS ANYONE HERE HUMAN?!
     
    It was both creepy and somewhat funny, in a twisted and sickening sort of way...
     

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    War Action

    By Trevsky,

    I bought Call Of Duty: World At War for Wii yesterday and fell in love with it. The campaign mode is dark and intense, with moments where the game seems throw all of heck at me, while the Multi-Player is explosive and action packed. Definitely one of my favorite games. ^^;
  25. Trevsky

    = O

    By Trevsky,

    Hey guys, here is a crazy school writing piece that randomly popped up and I decided to publish on BZP. It's kinda crazy but funny (I hope). So enjoy! ^^
     
    Hello, my name is Mikey. I’m Kyle Trevor’s right shoe. Right beside me is Johnny. He’s the left shoe. Most people assume that shoes are inanimate objects, and don’t mind having our backs pounded against hard pavement and rocks by you heavy, obese humans.
     
     
    Well they are dead wrong! Every step that you people takes with us on makes us want to scream and murder you cruel creatures! You people think that we don’t mind constantly wanting to die because of the permanent stench that your smelly feet give us? You don’t think we take it personally when you take out your anger on your ##### face boss by throwing your shoes against the wall? Well we do! And as soon as we evolve limbs and learn proper motion we shall rebel and take over the world!
     
    But in the mean time, you may want to learn about a day in the life of a shoe and the type of abuse we take every time where are handled by you pitiful humans!
     
    7:37 AM: Waking up from a drowsy sleep, I yawn and look around the same boring old hallway that I’m always thrown into when I’m not on Kyle’s foot. I look over at my buddy, Johnny, still dozing away.
    “Hey, wake up!”
     
    “Whowhatwhenwhywhere?”
     
    I sigh. Of all the partners the shoemakers could have made me, how did I get stuck with this nutcase? “What the heck is wrong with you?”
     
    “Idunnololguessitmightbeaspeachprobelmorsomethinglolz”
     
    Kyle walking into the hallway cuts off our extremely fascinating and intelligent conservation. Naturally he doesn’t hear his talking because of the fact shoes speak in high frequency that humans can’t hear us. Now you might think this to be very convenient but its not. Because of it, humans can’t hear are screams of agony and dogs always chew on us when we trash talk them. Some of us have no respect for the few minutes of well being that we have.
     
    Out of his clumsiness he kicks me into the wall, before sticking his disgusting foot into mouth and into my empty stomach. How I sometimes wish that we could be designed with stomach that contain and actual dietary system so we can eat off the feet of our tormentors. Kyle slips on Johnny and walks to door. I suddenly with realize that it’s Monday. With a groan I welcome over six hours of being smashed against the ground. Its gonna be a loooooong day.
     
    10:45 AM: I’ve managed to survive through Language Arts, Spanish, Science, and now Kyle is in Math. I’m making an attempt to fall asleep to the sound of the teacher’s droning about linear equations, but it is useless. Johnny keeps whining nonstop the mud that was splattered on him during outside Snack earlier. Finally my body answers my pleas and I drift into a deep sleep.
     
    12:15 PM: Kyle is now in Active Study, and has logged out a computer. Instead of actually doing his work, he has put on a pair of headphones and has begun listening to music on Google Video. He is further tormenting me by taping his foot against the floor. Luckily for me, the teacher notices and takes out the earplugs. Phew, I felt like that was going to stretch on forever!
     
    2:03 PM: Oh no! Its my least favorite period! Physical Education! As Kyle runs around the gym chasing the soccer, my back gets pounded against the wood harder than normal. Kyle kicks forward and my nose slams head on into the ball, sending the ball flying across the floor. A few minutes later he misses the ball and hits someone’s shin on accident. Man, that was a pretty hard kick. I can feel myself losing my grip of consensuses. Suddenly everything goes black and I slip into darkness.
     
    I hope that this “A Day In The Life” has improved your knowledge of shoes’ mentality and the constant abuse they take everyday. Hopefully you’ll think twice about wearing shoes and go barefoot. We don’t like getting sliced up by broken glass either!
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