A Short Story, Lemme see...

Alright.. Im s'posed to be doing a paper at the moment.. Screw it, imma put it off for a little while longer.

Two men, sitting on the side of a street, curb actually, are eating lunch. Neither of them are great men, no great circumstances surrounding their lives and storylines. Average dudes, average lives, just average.
"Hey. Joe." The first says, elbowing his partner in the shoulder.
"Yo, Mac?" The other replies back, taking a break between bites of his ham sandwich.
"Joe. You ever think that we screwed up somewhere in life, and that's why we are here? Doing this piece of shit job while others are doing great things. Why we are here, sweating out asses off, working out backs and fingers to the bones while some guys can sit upstairs in some office, drawing paychecks bigger in a week that we'll see in a month of Sundays? I mean hell man, it just don't seem fair sometimes. I've led a decent life, worked hard, never gave up, never quit nothing..."

Joe falls silent for a few moments, his eyes stare at something across the street that really isn't there. Mac doesn't say anything for a while either. He rips another corner off his sandwich, starring at that same invisible speck. "Nah man. We ain't missing out on anything. And even if we are, fuck it."

Joes eyes glaze over for a moment, his mind scanning backwards in the folds of time for that place he is trying to find. That one moment where he should have taken that other road Mr. Frost had been talking about, but it ain't there. "Yeah... Maybe we just got a shitty deal. Not everyone has a jump shot like Mike. Or a voice like that guy from Nirvana. I just sometimes wish I was the one who got the fancy job and the gorgeous woman. Ya know?" Joe says, undaunted.

"Naw, you dont. It's just the sun frying your brain. Look at the shit those people got to go through. Hell, that Nirvana fuck killed 'emself. We don't need shit like that, so just stand up, put yer sandwich up, and let's get back to work. Few more hours and we can cut out of this hellhole."

The two men do indeed head back to work. Both of them with their heads full of thoughts better left to the philosophers and crazies. Both of them wondering 'What if.' Neither of them able to change their stars in life, neither ever going to amount to much more than they are now. 50 years from now one will have a stroke and die, alone most likely. The other will be gone well before that, a trucking incident only a few years down the road knocks him off.

Thing is... What if Mac was on the right track? What IF some people just ain't got the right luck in life, get stuck doing the shit work while the rest of us tower above them, fancy clothes, fancy women on our arms. I don't know my point here, maybe i ain't got one, maybe my subconscious doesn't feel like letting it out of the bag just yet. A couple trillion people walk this planet, alot of them are the little people we crush under foot in our rise to the top. I.... dunno where im going, still i'll just stop now.

Its 5 am... It must be me...

Yeah.. its 5 am here and god am i bored.. Im thinking ill go to bed when i finish this.. Just needed something to do while i listen to my new favorite song..

In over my head (cable car)- By the Fray..

seriously.. this song is so damn pimp... give it a listen..

anyway...

just an update...

I need a woman.

Bad.... lol

Maybe ill write something soon to post here, i dunno... I know it drives mr hardy crazy to see fan fic, so mebe ill try something original... Who knows.. I got this really weird/kickass idea in my head for a story... Basically a sort of parellel rip off of Milton's Paradise lost, but less.... well, miltony... More, futile such... I dunno, might not even come into fruition.. we'll see i guess...

Anyway.. The song is over, so imma take a last swig of MTN dew, and hit the sack... whew am i tired.

Boredom Breeds stupidity.

Thats about it.., There are like 8 ppl in my apartment at the moment... should have a party or something, cept there is only one chick... So yeah... Boredom.

Highlander RP

Alright.. I joined another rp site and decided to join as a highlander, you know.. The immortal dudes, connor and duncan macleod.. Well.. truth be told, my character isn't really a highlander, since he doesn't come from scotland, but its the universally accepted term for em.. so whatever. Anyway.. this is my first rp...

ps- This rp site is ALSO a dbz messaeg board. I joined as the highlanded cannon character for the hell of it.. At the moment, earth has been overrun by demons, all the earth defenders are either dead or off planet, and the human population is dwindling fast.... My character, Adrian Lambert (ultimate name rip off) has been hiding in his apartment since the invasion.....

pss- edit: Forgot to tell you.. Adrian isnt a highlander yet.. he hasn't died yet.. that's where my first session starts.. He will die soon, and arise as an immortal.
lol.. semi important but of info left out there. lol

Adrian Lambert.
Chapter 1: An Immortal's Rise.


{Too long. It's been too god damned long. I've been trapped here, afeared for my life for too long. I am a warrior, so why am i not out there, among the hazards of this planet fighting for my, and others, life. Am i a coward, or simply pragmatic? Do i consciously or otherwise realize that my death would affect neither the outcome of this battle, nor the status of the human race, and thus my mind disallows me from leaving my self-imposed refugee?

I don't fucking know. This whole fucking situation pisses me off. Where are the supposed defenders of Earth? Those who have stood stalwart in the past against the ever increasing plagues this planet has suffered? Did they decide to just say "Fuck it" this time, and leave us mere mortals to our own devices? To skip town while the getting was good? Were they defeated? Fallen in battle, unable themselves to even overcome the strength of the tribulations set before the human race?

Where are they? I would gladly take their place, defend myself and my home from those encroaching upon us. But alas, i cannot. My strength is unmatched by my fervor. I am a warrior, but not of the sort that could aid in this planet's defense. I am mundane, mortal, unable to form even the most basic of ki techniques. Not for lack of trying, though, i assure you. I've spent years honing my body and mind to perfection, all for naught however...}

The author of these works looks up, and rubs a single eye, forcing out the sleepiness gathering there. To sleep was to be unprepared, to be unprepared was to be dead. And that was one thing this man could not accept, even if the rest of the world was dead or dying outside his window.

The wind was calm tonite. Good. At least that meant the shutters wouldn't be slamming together all night, which he was assured slowly drove him insane. It would do nothing to calm the struggle in his soul, but that was his own damn problem. He sighs, an audible expression at his displeasure this life has wrought upon him. This isn't where he was supposed to be, locked in some cracker box apartment, spending his life, wasting it rather, as a martial arts instructer. Hell, his lessons were mediocre at best. Adrian had always been so much better at actually fighting, than teaching others the intricacies of it. Sure, it was possible to learn the moves and get the footwork down, but the true art of the warrior required an instinct, reflexes, and an inner power beyond what could be taught.

Adrian Lambert, fate's bitch, sighs at his life. Pathetic really, locked up in his room all day, that is, if he isn't out teaching some snivelling brats to fight. Adrian is more on edge than usual tonite; It had to be the weather. It'd been raining all god damn week.

"Fuck" The single word resonates from the small chamber, as a single light source, blue in origin, alights the darkened room with its ambience. A moment later the room shakes as thunder rolls a few miles away. "...Perfect" Is all the warrior can say, as a few moments later a single drop splatters against his closed window. Seconds later, the rest of the pack catches up as a hail of rain takes to pounding the glass like a band camp filled with retarded children. "Fuckin Perfect." Adrian says a last time, putting the two words together as he stands to his feet behind the desk laying down his pen and paper.

Who was he fooling. He wasn't a Martial Arts Instructor anymore. All of his students, learning to few of the techniques, or simply too weak, were all either dead or hiding much the same as he was. He refers to himself and his situation as if this trial in life will pass, that one day the demons will simply up and leave. Fat chance. His life as he knew it was now over, and it was only a matter of time til he was found, and his life as it would ever be known will be over, forever.
TBC...

The Other Side of the Story.

Alright, if you have read the Nexus posts you may find my next one interesting as well. This post is taken from the same rp board, but in fact features a different character. This one is Ebross. He is the opposite of Rem. Ebross was created from the extracted darkness within rems mind, the blackness within his soul...

-to tell you the truth, EBROSS IS the thing the hostess is eventually going to warn rem of. Rem knows not of Ebross existence, though ebross realizes his own origins. Realizing the existence of ebross may answer some question you may or may not have had about rem and the nexus.... anyway.. on to the post.

Ebross was dreaming, which was nothing new as every being dreamed. However, this dream was in fact a nightmare. Ebross was unused to this sort of thing. Usually, a dream would initiate and ebross would be the villian, much as he was in life. He would be murdering, reaping, or doing many of the things his daily routine constituted. This time however, ebross was the victim.

The dream began slow. Ebross was looking at himself from a disembodied point of view. Their, upon the ground, was a lion, a truly fearsome opponent, a ferocious beast. Ebross the lion, was in fact sleeping. But suddenly, he was awake, danger was near, or that was at least the feeling he recieved. Moments later, the lion gets to his feet, his teeth barred, fangs showing bright white in the night.

For a few moments, nothing can be seen or heard, except for the low rumbling ebross is emitting. And then, a second noise joins in. A quick cackling noise. Ebross has no idea what the sound is, but his dream lion form does. And moments later , the sound is repeated, this time joined by a chorus of other similar sounds. Now that he hears it fully, ebross almost thinks it sounds like a group of children snickering. Almost, if it werent for the cold chill that spread across his body, causing his mane to flair up, he would have thought that is what it really was. But then, their is a flash of color. Nothing too revealing, and only for a short moment, but their it was nonetheless.

The ebross lion growls deeper, more menacingly in an attempt to scare off whatever foul beasts be lurking near him. Ebross the disembodied eye can not understand what beast in his dream can oppose him, for he is the lion, king of all beasts. THERE!! Another flash of color, and then AGAIN! Suddenly, a plethora of lights and colors begin to spray and appear only for a moment, almost like strobe lights. And ebross feels fear. "Hyenas." he says in his dream world, his lion form simply roaring at a medium level. Dozens of them, possibly hundreds of them.

Suddenly, one of them moves in, close, too close. The lion ebross strikes quicker than the eye can see, his jaws clamping down on the neck of the encroaching hyena. A sickening snap resounds as his neck breaks, and the body falls lifeless and bleeding to the ground. The rest of the pack however are undeterred, and the smell of blood only excites them more.

Fear pangs ebross, but he roars in fury in an attempt to drive both his fear AND the foul creatures away. Fear to the namek is not new, but each time he experiences it, it is a foreign feeling. Almost as if he should be exempt from its effects. Ebross lion roars again, the hyenas draw back slightly from the immense sound, but snicker again and again, drawing strength from their numbers, and begin to stalk in silently. Ebross turns quickly, and notices that he is completely surrounded, and waves of the beasts stretch as far as he can see. "RAAAWWR"" He screams again, this time not even a shudder of fear pulses through the crowd of animals, as they stalk in closer, their maddening laughs setting off pangs of horror within the namek lion creature. He roars again, to no avail, again to no avail. And then, they are upon him.

At first, its a simple nip at his heel. Ebross lion turns quickly, his large jaws opening wide and launching at the hyena. The smaller animal manages to evade, and at that exact second, another nip at his hind quarters strikes in. This time it hits his legs, emitting a small throw of pain. Again ebross turns, this time his teeth catching purchase as a 2nd hyena falls to his immense strength. And then he is nipped again, and again. Twice on the hind quarters. And then again, as he begins his turn. And suddenly, he is bleeding. One of the beasts manages to open a slight wound on his body, and the sight of blood from their foe turns the hyena's into crazed monsters. They begin to nip at him more ferociously, not even waiting for him to turn away. Multiple teeths sink in along his sides, and a single one manages to latch onto his nose even.

Ebross screams in pain and terror as he begins to fight for his life. He throws his neck around, dislodging the animal in front of him, and kicks backwards, slamming two of the hyenas in the face. He snaps his jaws quickly, again and again, finding purchase every so often, forcing a disengagement from his foes even when he doesn't. But the battle is already in full swing. Teeth sink in upon his quarters and neck now, biting deep, drawing blood, more and more blood with each passing second. Pain erupts within him as a single hyena manages to latch onto his lower neck, opening a profuse wound and enfrenzying the rest of the herd. Ebross lion screams one more time, at this point realizing the battle is lost and only cursing the gods for the injustice of this sort of demise.

That sort of cognitive thought, along with the sounds of battle, and the immense pain awaken the namek. Suddenly, the visions of hyenas and Namek lions are replaced, and almost completely lost to memory as the namek warrior opens his eyes, and wishes to all the Kai's that he had not. Dozens of Demon spawn are crawling over him, teeth bared, purple ooze trickling down their mouths. Ebross does not realize what it is for a moment, until he looks down upon his prone body, and sees himself...

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ebross screams, in full pain, torture, hate, and all the negativity possessed within his being. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of his survival are slim. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of him getting his revenge on the namekian peoples is slim. As he looks down, he notices that in fact, HE is a little more slim. Or rather, that parts of him are missing. Ebross looks up, and sees a single demon spawn chewing on what appears to be cud, but is in fact, a fist sized portion of namekian muscle and meat. Ebross screams again, this time his rage overcoming his pain.

A dozen demonspawn around ebross are all gnashing their teeth in hunger. Another dozen more and chewing with their mouths, from the meat they have flayed from the still live namekian. Others, have their hands filled with skin and muscles they have pulled from the body of the evil namekian warrior. And more of the bastards are coming closer.

Ebross screams again, not noticing that the despair crystal he wears at all times is missing, discarded in the chaos that was the namekian feast. He screams again, not noticing that his body is beginning to glow. He screams again, noticing the slight looks of interest and amusement arising in the eyes of the demon spawn. Apparently, they find it amusing when their food screams. Damn them, damn them back to HELL!! Ebross is thinking as he screams....

A small story.

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A new post! Name withheld.

I am now 19 years old, a few short months from hitting 20.

I feel older than i should, im certain of it. Their are points when i feel as if i've lived 3 different lives, sometimes more. My early memories have faded, and my mid-old chldhood memories are starting to run together. I can remember the name, and the fact that i played hee man dolls with my first best friend ever, Jeremy, in hawaii... But that is all...

I can remember throwing the action figures into a pool from a balcony.. That is my only memory of him.. Given, i was like 3 or 4 when we left Hawaii. Still, it saddens me to not remember someone i use to be so close to, or to even know what or where he is today. We were both army brats back then, so hell, he could be in california for all i know. Really, i have no clue.

I remember few things from about kindergarten-5th grade. I don't know why. I can remember Kyle, another best friend for a while, and his brother Mikey, A deeply troubled child who was extremely manic and mean... Christ was he mean....

Then their is Michal, willy, josh, joe, and others. I was friends with them from about 6th grade to 10th grade. They were the friends i had the longest, and the only ones i still remember the faces for. I still hang out with them, over the summer and such. Hell, Michael borrowed 2 books over the summer i need to get back over christmas break... It's funny though how our lives have drifted apart, even after i moved away.

We hung out almost every night over the summer, sitting in the parking lot of cashland, catching up with each other and other ppl we hadnt seen in years. I didnt know it, but now after graduation, the guys dont even hang out much together when im not their.. I changed that though... it was awesome, while it lasted...


Now i hang out with Brian, cory, and the dnd dudes. Friends.. Man... Life is weird...

I didnt actually make friends between my 10th and 12th grade school years.. I was in a depressive bout of social separation.. I forced myself to be a social outcast cuz i was tired of my parents shit.. But thats another rant...

Ill eventually make a post that makes some sense.. You'll see....

-out-