Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
"I'll take care of the government " Jason says and runs off to hide behind some of the maloseums in the xemetary. He brought up his rifle. Boom a shot echoed, followed by the sirens getting weaker and some cars crashing. Jason had shot the engine block in the car and destroyed it. Causing the engine to fail and the car to spin out and others to hit it. He pulled back the bolt and fired again. Another car went down. Then he spotted something in the air. A helicopter. "Guys they got a helicopter. I can't bring it down without killing those inside. Do I engage?" He askes the others. Wanting to know if they were willing to have blood on their hands
Derpestein said
NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPITY NOPE NOPE NOPE I AM BOARDING THE NOPE TRAIN TO NOPEVILLE!ALONE.
The irony is the half-demon is actually a good guy xD. Cause he was a momma's boy and she taught him morals and good stuffs and his dad abused him and his mother (then killed his mother as punishment for something that the boy did). So he wants to take over the demon empire and make it good.
He's an interesting character if he gets accepted. Very... interesting. He's also about 18 or 19 so college ladies; You may just find romance in a half-demon who is so socially awkward when it comes to romance that it hurts (I quite enjoy that part too.)
Question: Would there be supernatrual beings existing during this time period (Due to the fact that they were believed to exist back then and there is little to no proof today that such a being did not exist).
Because I would very much so find it interesting to bring my Half-Demon into this (He is the son of the Demon King, also known as Lucifer himself, and a human princess that the demon king raped. More details later if such beings can exist here)
Jason jumped from the helicopter when Allen started heating up, acting on inatinct to get away. He got lucky, because his skeleton was just a little stronger than it used to be and he hit the ground without breakig or really hurting himself, though he left a small dent in the soft dirt. He had his sniper away and pistol in his hand. Aimed until Allen began to cool down. Then the boy put away the gun. He heard Jade's talking. "Back away. He's still dangerous." Jason warned her. He had no idea why, but he felt the need to protect this girl. Maybe he was just instinctivley protective? He didn't know. Nor care.
The sound of a bullet being fired echoed throughout the area, and almost instantly a spot on the ground mere inches from Allen kicked up dirt. "Don't move, Allen" jason ordered, gwttig the man's name from the others. "Unlike the others I will not hesitate to terminate you." He says and fires another round on the side of allen.
Jason stepped straight forward after hearing the guardian's words. "I'm the closest to an expert. I'll be able to tell you if it is only a demon or just the darkness driving people mad. The latter being the less violent and much less... relieving for me." He said as he looked at the town. "The darkness is certainly heavy." Jason says as his armor develops fully, including the helmet this time.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>