Flightless_Soul

Yum or Yuck!! Game~!♪

I would say yuck...but I'mma try it at work today.

Pico de gallo?

//Deadly Labyrinth//

Harley Whitfield

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Keep...running! Got to keep...running!

My entire body is soaked to the marrow, a cold, chilling rain battering my marred, bruised skin with some unspeakable agony as I push my way through this dense, dark forest forever stretching before me. Black, towering trees creak and moan in the fierce, roaring winds forming icicles on my flesh, lightning flashing and thunder growling everywhere around me. Suddenly a branch catches my ankle. I plummet to the ground, splashing into a foul smelling puddle of muck and mire, hastily and frantically scurrying to my feet.

I...I have to get out of here! I have to keep running! It's not real! It's not real!

Those are the only thoughts racing through my mind, frantically my heart pounding against my chest, threatening to break through my rib cage. I wipe something away from my forehead, sweat...no...that isn't sweat pouring down my face...it...it's BLOOD!!

I keep running, there's something chasing me, something I cannot see beyond the endless veil of darkness engulfing the wicked forest of withering pines and ashes, but I can sense it, I can feel it....the malevolent, malicious force coming forth to devour me.

No go away! Leave me alone! NOOO!!

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I jolt awake with a gasp from where I lay, shaking like a leaf, my skin clammy and sticky with intense, fearful perspiration.

"God blimey....what a nightmare..." I sigh with relief, but as my eyes begin to adjust, the blurry, abstract shapes coming into crystal clarity, I discover...perchance this dream...may be far from over.

"Where....where am I?" I've never seen such a place. The soft, sweet smelling breeze gently calms my nerves as it brings a warming sensation to my dampened skin and I find myself...surrounded by such...such beauty. Grasses, so green and so verdant, stretch before me, surrounded by towering walls of leafy hedges. In the midst of the clearing, there are three things that catch my bewildered eyes. The first, a tree of such lush, vibrant colors, it makes me shameful I didn't bring along my watercolors. Its leaves are fully blossomed, casting its dappled shadows as the warm sunlight seeps through its branches, its fruits, pleasing to both the eye and possibly the pallet. If I didn't feel so sick to my stomach, I would probably have picked one just to sample.

Second, a well, not far from where the tree stands, made of old, ancient stones covered in thick coats of moss and lichens. Slowly, I approach the well, just as the breeze picks up and a few leaves from the tree are cast into it creating ripples across the sheen, undisturbed surface of the water. I dip my hand in. It's so cool to the touch and oh so clear that I can see right towards the very deep of it. I dip my other hand in as well, splashing water on my face and giving yet another sigh.

"What is this place?" I question, soon realizing...I am not alone. For thirdly....there are others here, three other people, lying beneath the shade of the apple tree. Are they asleep...or are they...dead?

"H-hello?" I call out to them, hoping in my heart that one of them at least stirs. This place, as beautiful as it is, there is something so...unnatural about it. And I've no earthly idea how I ended up in such. Perhaps I'm still dreaming. Yes, that's it. I close my eyes, expecting to appear in my room at the ranch in Hereford, expecting to hear mum and dad telling me to wake up for school, but...as my eyes open again...nothing...just the same grasses and tree.

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Florida Kilos - Lana Del Rey
Wash it all Away - Five Finger Death Punch
King Nothing - Metallica
Ace of Spades - Motorhead
Flash of the Blade - Iron Maiden
Neapolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell (NiLow dubstep cover)
Spit it Out - Slipknot
Liberate - Disturbed
The Escape - The Agonist
I used to Love Her - Body Count

Interview the person below you

1. Survival horror and RPGs mostly, or anything that has stealth elements.

2. I drink Sprite and eat the brains of orphaned children.....and doritos

3. yes NO!!

1. Have you ever failed your driver's test?

2. Wouldn't it be awesome to be ruled by telepathic squid overlords?

3. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?

//Deadly Labyrinth//

@KahleenCuthald Well in all honesty, I would say wait for one more person, maybe a day or two, and if nobody else shows up we force them to play by threatening to shove their kitten into a wood chipper go to plan b. ^_____^

//Deadly Labyrinth//

Samesies! ^o^ I can double characters too if we need another slot filled.

A gift for a soul

Name: Kurohime Tsukiko
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Weapon: Katana
Power: Shadow manipulation
Orientation: Unsure (seems to have a fondness for other girls, though she doesn't speak much)
Blood type: B-

Just for extra

Like a ghost from the fog of a cemetery, a girl emerges from the thick, malevolent shadows writhing about like incensed moths around a flickering candle in the darkness. Her hair, as black as the feathers of ravens, shimmers in the mysterious moonlight, and her eyes...as red as blood....they are filled with such malice, and yet...such loneliness. Rarely does she speak a word to you, nor does a smile cross her petite, subtle pale lips. You can tell...she is in so much pain...so much suffering, but....that doesn't change the fact....you're soon going to die. She approaches you, slowly, her frail hand with skinny, steely fingers slipping around the handle of her katana. Without a moment's notice...the blink of an eye....you're run through. Blood seeps from your lips and pours down your midriff in a river of crimson sorrow. She pushes the sharp, insidious blade closer into you till it pierces through your back, your terrified screams...becoming desperate whimpers as you fall towards her, on your knees, eyes wide in terror. Her face is close to yours. You can see the misery welling in her soft ruby eyes. She gives you a tender kiss on your lips....and a final whisper... "I'm sorry..."

Experiment: Let's start an RP right now!

Might keep an eye on this.

I need help with a project

Almighty Object Manifestation

Fuck yeah! I am a god!! \>o</

Interview the person below you

(FUCK! NINjA'd!)

Here
Fried ramen with soy sauce
A Serbian Film...just..no

Did you ever have a threesome?
What metal band do you consider extremely overrated?
Can you help me kill somebody if I paid you good enough?