TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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If you have ever seen Left 4 Speed 2
Ellis:"Just let me get out my little Desert Eagle." |
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Lol, I know what he....means....
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TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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Question, should I continue my old story Faded Pine? |
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TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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Irishy, you there? |
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(And now back to our scheduled programming...)
I clicked the lid of the lighter back on as the smoke began to slowly smoulder. I sighed. It was enough. Enough to keep me from blowing my own brains out before I got home. Two people in Fifteen minutes. Last time I had done that it was because two thugs were about to beat me senseless with Baseball bats and a Desert Eagle. Still, I suppose it was just another name on the long list of those I'd killed, and another on the '____ing Chavs' list. I wondered why i even bothered putting names on the Chav list. It wasn't even me who made it. I threw my lighter into the air, and caught it again, dropping it into my Trenchcoat pocket. I pushed my hat up away from my face for a second to see where I was. Just a few yards from home now. |
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TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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Chav? |
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macaw5Join Date: 2008-05-02
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Still tracking it. |
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(Chav is slang used here in the UK. See the Wikipedia article: http://en(DOT)wikipedia(DOT)org/wiki/Chav) |
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TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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I thought you were in Ireland. Nevermind. |
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I pushed open the door, and slammed it shut behind me, shaking the badly made doorframe and showering me with small chips of wood. My boots made loud, hollow thumps as I trudged down the hallway, and into the Living room, where I threw my Trenchcoat on the couch, before sitting down and yanking off my boots. I flicked the damp smoke away into the corner with the others, and took a dry one from the table beside me, lighting it and taking a long draught. "Go well?" asked my friend Karl from behind me. "Not real- MY GOD WOULD YOU PUT SOME PANTS ON!" I said, turning around to look at him, before looking away, about to throw up. "Why should I? My body is an artform." He said proudly, flexing an arm. "Pretty small artform." I snapped at him, not looking back around at him.
(The part of Ireland I reside in and the UK are the same thing now. Which I hate.) |
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TAKER38Join Date: 2008-04-08
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Lol Karl. |
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Karl slumped off, mumbling to himself about how I was oppresive and a dictator, leaving me to try and hold back the wave of bile. I flicked away my Smoke, despite the fact I had only just lit it. But it wasn't exactly helping. I picked up the remote for the TV, and switched it on, watching the news, which was already detailing the Homicide I had commited earlier. They had no leads thankfully. The homeless guy hadn't told. Good. They probably hadn't even glanced at him. I continued watching, looking at his family saying how he was such a nice fellow, who everyone loved. Fat chance. I had seen him before, and he had never once showed the slightest care, compassion or kindness towards anyone else. All they were doing was trying to make the murderer, me, out as a monstrosity, whenever I had done everyone a favour. They knew it too. I could see it in their eyes. They were getting paid to say all this. |
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I sighed. Everything was corrupt. This city was like Hydra. I would sever the heads of corruption, and in their place Two more would Rise. And this corruption got around, like a parasite, a silent assassin. It would make people help it, whenever they thought they were killing it. It had been doing it to me for the past five years, ever since that first shot it had been laughing at me, mocking me with its apparent immortality. I would have to go to the source if I wanted to rid the city of it. But I didn't know the source, and I couldn't find it when everything was working for it. I threw my Glocks onto the coffee table, along with their holsters, and put my feet up. No need to rush. The corruption couldn't get any worse. |
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I looked back on my life. I was only 21, and I had killed more people than Jigsaw. I had only just finished college, and half my classmates and teachers had died at my hands. I had Six firearms, and I had taken down the City mafia single-handedly. (Karl tried to help, but only managed to shoot himself in the foot and shoulder) Most people would die to be me, and many had. It wasn't very glamorous or beautiful, it was dark, foreboding, and I could die at any second. I was no hero, but I wasn't a villain either. No one was. But I wasn't corrupt. Corruption was a sure thing, not like Heroics or Villainy, which could be both at the same time, corruption was a set thing that deluded those who suffered from it. I probably couldn't win this war against corruption, but I'd be damned if I gave up now. |
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"You need to rethink your lifestyle or you are going straight to hell." said the first voice.
"I thought I told you to piss off!" I said angrily to him. I was seeing them again. The first voice was standing with one leg on the coffee table. It was me, with more radiant skin, shining eyes, and wings.
"Yeah, but we figured that you shouldn't ____ing ignore us." said the second me, who was sitting beside me, a smoke in his mouth. He had darker skin, red eyes, and seemed to absorb the light.
"Quite." said the Third me, who was wearing a tophat, tuxedo and a monocle, and was standing politely by the doorway.
"Yeah man... soooo not cool." said the Fourth, who was lying on the other side of me, wearing a Tie-dye T-shirt, a Tie-Dye headband, and was away with the fairies.
The fifth remained quiet, and was standing in a Suit and holding a briefcase.
"Well, what is it you're going to _____ about this time?"
A massive argument started, and I sighed, burying my head in my hands. |
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goxapolloJoin Date: 2009-09-12
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Homahgod, this is getting super good. |
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"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!" I yelled, and they disappeared, leaving me alone to fume angrily. I got up, and slammed my fist into the wall, loosing bits of plaster and breaking my little finger. "Damien! What the ____ are you doing down there!" Karl yelled from upstairs. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS YOU USELESS, SADISTIC, SOCIOPATHIC _______!" I yelled back. "Alright! Pyscho!" he said, and I heard his footsteps trailing off to the other side of the house. |
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I am a useful sadistic sociopath D: |
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Wait, no.
I am a very useful, proud and loved sadistic evil monopathic [censored] sociopathic murderous educated MOFO.
AKA "VUPLSEMFSMEMOFO" |
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You just wiped out what I was going to type. The next part of Meeting Me is delayed... |
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I walked to the kitchen, clutching my hand, and pulled the Medical Kit from the top cupboard. I slammed it onto the table, and flung it open. I sat down on one of the bar stools, taking a bandage from the Medical Kit, which I proceeded to wrap around my broken finger. No need to go to hospital, it was superficial. I cut the bandage, and secured it with a small sticky tab, then put the Medikit away again, standing up and walking to the bathroom. I turned on the sink, and examined myself in the mirror as I waited for the water to warm. I looked a mess. My Brown hair, which was usually well-kept, and combed so that it fell in an organised untidyness that gave it a kind of attractiveness, it was all over the place, sticking up at odd angles, and still dripping with rain, which smelt oddly acidic, and tasted foul, not like water at all. My eyes were the same as ever. Sky Blue, and focused on the world around me, examining anything and everything. My ears were almost pressed into my head, and I didn't really mind that. My eyebrows were thin, and almost sculpted. Mainly because I had almost removed them with a stick of dynamite. My mouth was thin and cynical, with one side pulled up in a confident smirk, and my nose was almost too perfect, as were my features. But these were marred by a large scar across my left eye, which had just escaped damage, and also by a scar across my right cheek. I opened the mirror, revealing shelves, each with Ci.ga.re.tt.es and Dr.ugs, both medicinal and recreational. I picked up a small bar of soap, and reclosed the mirror, before dipping the soap into the water and using it to lather my hands and face. I dropped the bar onto the small dip in the sink, just beside the taps, and splashed water on my face, cleaning off grime and muck. I reopened the mirror, this time removing a razor, and shaving foam, and began to shave off the stubble that coated my Jaw.
Five minutes later I was sitting on the sofa again, watching the news patiently. Soon I would find a target, and I would remove another part of the corruption, even if it was temporarily. It was either slow it, or let it run rampant. |
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I looked down at my clothes. A Grey T-Shirt, Grey Cargo Pants, Black Fingerless gloves, and Black Socks. I wondered why I hadn't gotten anything colourful to wear. I didn't particularly care much though. Not many people I met lived to comment on what I wore. I looked back up at the TV, resting my chin in the palm of my hand as a Newsreader stood in front of a burning Warehouse. The words 'Haru Gang' ran across the bottom of the screen. There. My next target. The Haru Gang. They were a Japanese Biker Gang, who had not caused much trouble other than keeping some people up at night. Now they had gone too far. They were now officially corrupt. I strapped my Holsters across my chest as I stood up, and pulled on my Trenchcoat. I picked up my Black Fedora from the Coffee Table, placing it firmly on my head, then walked out of the room, opening the door. "I'm going out!" I yelled behind me as I closed the door. "Okay!" came Karl's voice, before I pulled my Fedora over my face and set off towards the Haru Gang's meeting place. I really should get a car, but I could hardly afford my rent. I would just have to make do, and loot the wallets of the Haru Gang like there was no tomorrow. |
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(STOP BEING PUSHED OFF THE FRONT PAGE INSTANTLY. I'M NOT WRITING THIS PURELY FOR MY OWN AMUSMENT YA KNOW.) |
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