nine naked men

It won't miss you. Trust me on that.

Ten Thousand Fists - Disturbed

Langz peered at the arrow protruding from his chest. Not having any healing spells on hand, he decided it was better to have a glowing stick in his gut than bleeding to death. Taking stock of his surroundings, he decided to head into the rock-filled room, thinking that while curiosity killed the cat, the light at the end of the tunnel could turn out to be a siege-tower. He walked slowly after the man with the knowledge of healing spells slowly, trying not to jiggle the arrow in his chest.

Ding, 46! Heading back into Tanaris to take out some of the harder quests.

Hmm. That kid. Well, there was Terry, who used to go into... like, a trance everytime he listened to his music, which was some pretty weird stuff. And I don't mean like just spacing, he was out of it, and you couldn't get him to even move without having to smack him across the face a couple times. Well, that's about it.

Dinged 45 in The Hinterlands, easy quests there with good exp, 6-7k a pop. Already more then halfway to 46. Really need to start doing some instances and getting some better gear, Quest Greens ftl. Though I can never find a group. I probably need to find a more active clan, because hardly anyone is ever on in mine.

Can I say... BOO-YAH!

Oh God... now there will be a huge idiot-surge with people 'stayin tr00 2 da lulz'. I doubt that this will stop most tools from being tools.

Stupidest thing? Your mother! ... I would elaborate, but I can't type with on-screen keyboard.

Name: Langzor Nickname (What your higher-ups call you): Sludger Rank: Sergeant Race: Human Pros: Extremely paranoid, quick reflexes, extremely loyal once trust has been gained, keeps his bargains Cons: Not very trusting, verging on the point of Schizophrenia, short temper, big gambler (Money, lives, all ends up the same: dust) Allegiance: The Conquerors! Infused Ability: Secretes a sludgy-acidic ooze from any part of his body when he wants to. Is titrated by water, can be spat long distances. Obtained Ability:Crack shot with his acid, can tip weapons with an acid that isn't harmful to metals. Appearance: His skin is a dirty-grey, matching the dull hue of his eyes. His clothes are made from a sturdy form of leather, found only on the Bloodbeasts in the extreme north of the lands. Personality: Explained pretty well up there in Pros and Cons. History: Born into an Alliance family, he hid his power until the age of 15, where he killed an adult who was trying to abduct him and conscript him into the Rebellion. He told his family, hoping they would understand. Locked in a dungeon, where he dissolved his way out through the walls and wandered the land until found by the Conquerors.

Name: Langz Age: 26 Class: Drifter Richness: Middle-class, I have enough cash to get buy, what with my Armor: All sorts of odds and ends - most looted from the corpses of his targets and screwed with so they fit me. Weapon: My pride and joy, Teh'Ranon. A giant-[wagon] morningstar. This should be fun.

Well, gather round, chill'uns: One night, around 1am, after a big-[wagon] scrim, I went to relieve myself. My house has one long corridor with no lighting that connects the whole house, and it's mega-dark in the early hours of the morn. So, I stand at its threshold, like a snack dangling in front of some long forgotten beast's gullet. Something stirred in the inky darkness, filling me with a strange feeling of dread, as if the bottom of my stomach had just splattered on the dusty floor. I reached for the lightswitch of a bulb I knew had blown years ago. To my surprise, it crackled into life, casting an eerily dim glow on the hardwood floor, which was speckled with shining drops of scarlet. I cringed at the sight of the blood which had fallen like Hansel's trail of bedcrumbs, and began to walk slowly up the hall, taking care not to step in any of the crimson puddles. As I neared the back room, I heard a soft voice singing a lullaby. I stiffened. That voice... no. It couldn't be. My sister, dead since the age of nine, had come back. I entered the pitch black, fumbling on the wall for the switch which would banish the accursed darkness. I found it, smeared with a sticky goo. Grimacing, I flicked it upwards. Crying out, I took a startled step backwards, stumbling over the small ledge that signalled the end of the evil corridor. The room... the room. Oh God, that room was scarlet. Blood adorned every wall, some designer's sick idea of a prank. And in the middle of the room, fresh from her shallow grave in the garden, was Janie. Her eyes, as colourless and as cold as ice, stared into his. She uttered a soft, girlish laugh. Me, a kind of horrified squawk of terror. She brushed invisible dust off of her immaculate white dress. 'We were waiting for you, Cameron,' she smiled, gesturing at the two figures strung up on the bloody rafters. Mum. Dad. I couldn't tear my eyes away from their bloody faces, and their midsections, both shredded like the leftovers of a Christmas ham. I wretched, bringing up his energy drink to join the mess on the floor. She seemed pleased at my utter disgust. She started forward. I woke screaming, and went to check the garden soil was still undisturbed. Did you like it? :lol:

I'm way too paranoid, hehe. I like having my own private things...

Wanderlust - Nightwish

End of All Hope - Nightwish

No. Is it... biscuits?

Ha! Eminem is by far the best "modern" rapper. Compared to 50 Cent, Lil Jon, Lil Wayne, Lil *Insert Name*, he's great! Try some Sage Francis. :thumbsup:

Disturbed - Avarice

Jeeeeeeeeesus. Is that sidewards as well as straight down? :shock: Only one I've ever been on is the Twister at Dreamworld. :oops:

That's what he said! No... no. It just doesn't work that way. Sorry to do this, but you have been expelled from the human race. Please hand in your soul on the way out. We hope you had fun. So... shall it be a race for Page 3 once again?

I used to swim about 5km a day, bar Sundays, but never could seem to get skinny, lol. Guess I'm just a built kind of person. The pool shut down and the club moved away, and I don't have the interest or the will to get to the only other pool near my place or start something new. Swimming was kinda my niche.

Otep - Noose and Nail Into Disturbed - Indestructible Can't get enough of Indestructible. The lyrics mesh so awesomely.

Argh, raging at the Dath'Remar servers atm. Everyone there is a lazy bastard who doesn't want to run instances with me. XD Is it common to have to wait half-hour to an hour for an instance group for 40ish instances? I would've thought I was on in the peak hours (After school, weekends).

Whoah, how does that work? Well, we get the ball out, we then divide ourselves into teams, and then we... The school board ignores the physical education department, thus there's crappy policies, and fun loopholes to take advantage of. One of which leads us to a soccer game as our exam. :) They mark it out of participation, motivation, and any other word that ends with 'ation'. Fornication? :P Term 2 of 4, exams atm, dying here. Looking to head to Uni and become a PC nerd.

Yeah, his personal info under his post is too long. :x