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.
Cartwright said
It would bring a lot of IC questions. And Jason I am not comfortable with controlling other chars >.> You should probably be responsible for the demons.
Alrighty then. I'll fix the demon post tomorrow to iinclude getting hit by dead's character.
And it would kind of make sense because the monster comes out when Jason gets angry
Jason saw the demon cut Arya. "Its on now motherfuckers." He growled and shot forward, having thrown himself with telekinsis. Jason slammed into the larger demon, armored fist making a hard impact with the demon's face. Jason flipped over the massive demon gave a sharp hit to his spine. Temporaily paralizing the demon. "I'm coming back for you soon." Jason said then rushed the smaller demon. This demon was smacking Arya in the back with its spiky tail to try to knock her off. Too busy focysing on her to notice Jason coming. Or the flaming arrow Jason threw to Ansen. "Hit him just under the ribcage, his species has a weak point there." Jason directed as he attacked. His sword swung down to meet the demons arm, loding itself deep in the flesh. Only issue was Jason had issues pulling his sword back out. And the sound of something cutting through the air made him look up, only to get slammed by the mace and fly backwards, hitting a tree hard enough to break it. Then the demon looked up and noticed the hazy disk. Reacting quickly, the demon spun out of its path. Avoiding the impact... or so it thought, then that demon looked down to notice his mace swinging arm on the ground, without being attached.
The taller being say Jason and laughed. "Heretic. I have been waiting so long to tear you to shreds after your escape. It'll be just like when I beat you as a little brat." He laughed. Jason simply growled as a strong telekintic force yanked Grüti forward. Slamming him into the ground in front of Jason. "I'm going to enjoy your death." Jason said before swinging his sword down on the enemy, who blocked it with a massive chain mail clad arm. A mace swung up at Jason, who phased out of being then dropped in from the shadow of the ball, stabbing his sword into the demon's shoulder. Which caused it to growl with pain and throw himself forward, sneding Jason back among the group Feress was with. "Stay back! I'll take this bastard." Jason said to them before bouncing up into a defesive position, his sword being held upside down and the blade braced against his forearm. Blocking the charge of the bigger demon. The smaller demon roared and charged Ansen.
Jason stared at the town before a small smirk crossed his face. His helmet appeared around his head to complete the armor. "We have a couple of friends in there. Two demons, both a lower ranking in the warrior caste. So not terribly great at fighting against beigs who know how to combat a demon. And it looks like one is my dear old friend Grüti. This will be fun." Jason says to the scout group. Through the darkness, Jason saw two figures standing at the mouth of the village. One was about 14 feet tall, with massive (and sharp) horns sprouting from its head and a long and powerful tail. The being was red and literally had a fire for eyes. The other one was much the same, except instead of horns it had wings and razor sharp teeth. It was also green anf only about 10 feet tall. Both demons wore actual chainmail armor, and had massive maces in thier hands. Jason glared down the bigger being who slowly took one step towards them.
One of the snipers yelped suddenly in surprise. As Jason handcuffed him and held his gun to the man's head. He took the man's radio. "Once this little situation is resolved favorably, I'll be more than happy to release this man. But until that point I intend on making sure your men don't try to pull a fast one on us" Jason says into the radio.
[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>
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