Icuownage

In archimage we trust. I never seem to think about anything so deeply on this forum that it would require an admin, my only questions are on the forum games and they're sorted out by the mods of the game. But I'll be sure to think more deeply now to make sure that this service does not go unused.

Zombie survival guide, aka Ross's bible.

That last time you government peoples wus here yous laid down da lawww. [/red neck accent]

"Fascinating. I hid that body, and my hands with my magic. Either I'm not on my full game or you're not just a chocolate thief who has a tendency to sigh."

Scent, possibly.

I look over to man who has just wondered over to him and stuck his finger in his face. "Were you never told it was rude to point, but that is beyond the point, that chocolate, it was not meant for you. It was meant for the women it was adressed to in the letter. Now did you not see the letter led beside the corpse of the man it was written by? You obviously have a keen eye if you can see the blood on my hands, and so I can assume you saw him, lead there, motionless."

Holy... I never thought of night time, maybe we can get some night vision and go spec ops :o.... I am now stuck in a land of my own imagination.

Hell yeah! Was planning to mention it tomorrow, Tom just blurted it out today, I was expecting a summer trip, but he wants to go within a fortnight.

I've shot a real gun at clay pigeon shooting. Hit 8/10 of the targets, though to be fair they were rather easy to see as they were bright pink in the sky. It was a double barrel shotgun. Was pretty fun and I'd love to do it again and plan going paintballing (not the same though) soon :P.

I lol'd... Hard.

This shall get interesting :D.

Takes off in like 5 days, lands on the end of the decade.

Cause everyone has that game XD. I'm still in vote for the turn based one where you pick your actions.

I continued to stare around the bar, for anyone who decides to look back at me.

That'd mean that Grim's ships were really damn strong.

I like the way that ships cost a ton of money and take a while to build. It also makes people cherish their ships a whole lot more.

Ok then, aid mission goes to Trol instead.

Spain had quite a high IAG, I think Russia could of lost to his armies.

As I stalked the rest of the night away, no particular target came to mind. I saw a tavern, noticing strong magic vibes coming from the tavern I entered the tavern, I took the the corner of the inn and began staring at everyone, eyes fixed like a hawk.

I swooped down on the poor man, like a raven in the night. Landing just mere metres away from him, he stopped, frozen. This time it was me he felt, my presence all over him like a duvet on a warm bed, but I was cold and enveloping. He turned to me and saw me. A long black robe, much darker than the shadows around me, it reached to the floor but never seemed to end. Where my face should have been a mask hid my true identity. It had no face, only a black cover. As why would I need a face when I had no identity? That is all the man could make out in the shadows. "Frederick Vauston, I called out in an announcing tone, my voice boomed across the alleyway and as I spoke the shadows got thicker. The man was stunned, his jaw opened like a floodgate and before he could reply I continued. "Tonight is the night that the struggle of which is your life comes to an end. If you choose to die peacefully and with your dignity, please do not stop me. I will not be kind if you decide that you could try your impossibly small chance of escaping." The man's face, now void of colour and which looked bewildered and feaful squeked out "You what?" I continued with a callous voice "Was there something I missed out in the sentence? Do you not understand your fate?" The man was stunned, he backed up against the dead end like the defenseless bastard he was. "You're a [bleep]ing psycho! HELP! HELP! POLICE!" He began to cry. "The choice has been made, I will not refrain in my power to kill you." As those words left me the alleyway seemed to be completely shrouded in complete darkness, unconnected from the world where the conversation begun. I put my hand in my robe and removed a large book, I opened it and began to read the book quickly. "Frederick Vauston, born 20th April 1706. Son to Jana Vauston and Kraus Vinckle. Died December 15th 1764(Will change if this isn't the date), aged 58. Had no wife, no kids, orphaned by 1710, at the age of 4. Put up for adoption and adopted by 1715. Yada yada yada, grew up, etc etc. Anywho, it says here you die on this day, cause unspecified. You see theres nothi-" "HOW THE HELL?!" The man exclaimed, his voice broke from fear. "Do NOT interrupt me!" I commanded, and as I said that the man stood completely still, unmoving but alive. "You're beginning to get on my nerves, you and everyone else I cleanse always moans and cries, you will accept this fate, do you understand?" The man slumped, as if he was just freed from a bind. "Your a God damned psycho! Out of my way!" He darted past me quickly, he was panting and sobbing, rather pathetic. The man came to a complete halt near the mouth of the alleyway "NO! Tha- thats impossible!". He fell backwards in fear, eyes fixed ahead in traumatic fear. "D-da-dad?" A women's scream was heard, and then the shadows began to morph into the shape of a grown man. The figure was holding a bloodstained knife and was in a furious rage, he looked over to Frederick and exclaimed "You saw nothing! You f*cking hear me? She came at me! It was self defense! I'll kill you where you stand if you tell the police!" Frederick sobbed "What is this!? Dad! Mum! NO!" I was behind him "You ran in fear, so I showed you true fear." "What are you!?" Frederick screamed as he turned around and grabbed my mask. He came to a silent and sudden stop, his eyes wavered and teared up once more, he looked slowly down as blood began to leak from his mouth. My hand was inside his chest, straight through, no messy splits, or blood leaking from his chest. "Your heat. This keeps the human soul alive. So fragile though, breaks very easily." I removed my bloody hand from his chest. "If only you agreed you wouldn't of died with such an ugly grimace on your face." The man fell still on the ground, unmoving and dead, his face twisted in fear, agony and torment. I curiously opened the package now laying beside the man, it contained a box of chocolates and a christmas love card. "To vivian, my dearest. I have always loved you and wanted to spend this Christmas with you, you shine a light in the darkness in my life and I could never be without you, lots of love, Frederick P.S I spent my christmas bonus on these belgian chocolates, they're your favourites" I dropped the chocolates and card. Maybe I am a monster afterall. I slowly walked off from the scene and laughed.

A bone chilling breeze blew across the winter night. A silhouetted figure squatting above a broken lampost, or what appeared to be broken. He viewed the lampost much like himself in a way, as the other shone bright, lighting the harsh winter pathways of a city littered with filth and crime. His lampost was without light, no guidance, broken and different from everyone else. "Am I the monster or the messiah? Chaos or justice? God's right hand or the Devil's" He pondered this deeply, as deep as his mind could comprehend, but he viewing himself as a mere mortal human, he knew the answer could never be realised. A shop bell rang below as the door opened. A man came out, long cloak to keep warm from the bitter cold, and holding a package. Keeping it safe under his cloak, it barely even stuck out, but nothing escaped my all seeing eye. He held it close to his chest, but not to his heart, it was not a package he held dear to himself, but simply a means of transportation without any witnesses. The man suspiciously looked around the street, like a rabbit in the wild he shifted his head around swiftly. He knew someone was following him, like a fox stalking its prey, silent and watching. Everyone seems to feel my presence, but they can never find me. Oh no. I find them. He rushed down the street with pace. Panting heavily and worried, was my presence really that strong on him? Or was there another factor I could did not know which made this man feel this way. The vapour of his breath poured out of mouth, creating the small puff of smoke that made anyone realise they were alive, but I don't have that smoke, am I alive? I wondered this as the man gained distance from me, and then turned into a nearby alley way. I gave chase, jumping from street lamp to street lamp. Stealing the light away from each one like a thief. I made it to the mouth of the alleyway, it was a dead end. A mistake on his part? Or was this where he needed to be? Well whatever was the answer it wont matter much before the clock strikes midnight, and the last sand granile drops from his egg timer which is his life. To be continued soon :).

I can't aid people above 50% my IAG.

Heh.... Well I'll still keep the aid mission.

Were going to die to undead.