Necromagus

Then, completely without warning IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m slammed against the cold glass. Before I know whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s happening she pushes her mouth hard against mine and kisses me so forceful it hurts. I kiss her back just as hard. Her arms find their way around my body and she pulls herself up against me. I do the same, letting her sweep me along. After five minutes she comes up for air, grinning wildly but not saying a word. Her long fingernails press into my back through my wet t-shirt. She slowly draws them along my skin. I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even feel pain, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m completely overwhelmed by the heat of the moment. Her face is momentarily lit up by lightning, and two seconds later thunder rings across the valley. She lunges at me again as if itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s the signal sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s been waiting for. I feel her mouth press itself against the side of my neck. She suckles and bites with the same intensity as she kissed. I arch my head back and let her, completely drowning in her.

Nope, it wasn't really a story, more of a quick draft...

Heh, the Library... *points at Tip.It times* :-w I've done a few short stories. Some fantasy, one horror, some unsorted, and a 32.000+ word cyberpunk work in progress...

Part 19 Thomas thanked the girl that brought the dream machines. He carefully laid one of them down on the blanket on the floor. He pointed out every piece and its function. The mask that provided the sensory stimulation. The pump that sent the ichor from the reservoir through the needle and into the bloodstream. The circuitry that provided the Dreams. He explained that they wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be fully connected to the web, that itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d just be the two of them. He explained how heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d set up a timer to pull them out in time to make sure the experience wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t overwhelm her. She still seemed very uncertain, but his slow and methodical explanation combined with what she had learned at the Facility and general confusion pushed her to go through with it. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAreÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ are you sure this will help me?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Just... no :-X Epica - Consign to Oblivion After Forever - Only Everything Asrai - In Front of Me Within Temptation - Jane Doe Ayreon - Valley of the Queens Star One - Intergalactic Space Crusaders

If I had known how much it was going to be used, I'd've hosted it on a place where I could manipulate it... :-w

Genitorturers - Sin City

I don't really like most fantasy-themed music, or fantasy-themed metal at least. It seems like they just can't do it without immediately becoming unbelievably ridiculous: http://youtube.com/watch?v=4l1FG2q4kVQ

In mice. Way to go Canada!

You have no idea how relieved I am that nobody identifies with me :-w

If you're going to have a mock post count, at least get the syntax right... :-w The Imp and the Jinn

Pfft, I played Contra 3 on the SNES, the video game equivalent of going twelve rounds with a cranky velociraptor. Your silly game of balance is no challenge :notalk:

Genitorturers, an American industrial band with female vocals. Although they're pretty unknown, I think a few people on these forums might have heard the first song off the Flesh is the Law EP. It's the background music for The Last Round, the Anarch bar in the Downtown area in Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines.

Part 18 The Supervisor sighed softly as he watched the world through the eyes of Pentos, weighing his options. The trail had ended just a few meters outside of the building. It was too old, and dust and filth were clogging up PentosÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ artificial nose. There were other means of tracking Thomas and Tetra, but he needed to be absolutely sure that Pentos would find them soon. He did not want to keep the prototype in the field longer than absolutely necessary. The construct stood in the shadow, waiting for its next command as the Supervisor weighed his options. He really wanted to recall Pentos, but as long as Tetra was traveling with Thomas the only other way to make sure they could be secured was sending an army after them and the longer they were out there, the greater the risk that they would expose everything. No, Pentos would have to be the one to look for them. But where? Even though he had managed to keep them confined to one district by spreading their photos to the security patrols that watched the flow of people at the checkpoints that dotted the districtÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s borders, the place was a festering maze of rapidly decaying buildings and sewer tunnels that had long ago been cut off from the outside world in an attempt to curb the spread of the filth that ran rampant in this area. But it was also a home for many, including Thomas Gaelen, who had undoubtedly been forced to run for his life before. If you survived those streets, you would have places to hide, holes to crawl away in. The records they had on Thomas Gaelen showed no location that qualified. Only one location showed some potential in the continuation of the search. It was a few blocks away, located in one of the few buildings that still remained completely intact. It was an old warehouse. Like all other buildings its legitimate owner had long since abandoned it, but it had kept some of its old spirit of commerce in the many petty merchants that had transformed it into some sort of bizarre mockery of the bazaars of an oriental country from distant history. It was there that Thomas Gaelen received his costumers ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ people who needed someone or something but were too afraid, too weak or too stupid to look for it themselves. Pentos set off as soon as the Supervisor gave the command. He walked as fast as he could without drawing attention of bystanders. He could do without unneeded attention for now and his goal was only a few minutes away even at this relatively slow pace. Each man, woman and child he passed was registered and scrutinized by his tactical subroutines, but they were no threats. He would walk right through them if he wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t supposed to remain undercover. As he turned into another alley, less than half a mile away from his objective, something in his stride changed. There were things moving about behind the crumbling walls, things that moved like they didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t want to be heard. They wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have been heard by human ears. But Pentos could hear them. He heard them scurrying closer, slowly surrounding them. He heard that they were carrying weapons. He heard that they were getting ready to strike. Pentos heard, and so did the Supervisor. He responded with a single command. Ignore them until they attack you, then deal with them quickly, donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t draw attention and donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t leave witnesses. The command was received and processed. Pentos walked on, waiting for whoever was out there to make their move. He didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have to wait long. He wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even halfway down the alley when they made their move, crawling out of various holes and windows to quickly surround them. There were four of them, small figures in rags carrying weapons made of various types of garbage. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅDonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t move, we want money, food, anything of value.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Yeah I heard they are very open-minded where he lives.Open-minded enough for Hannibal and me to join them :

I doubt it :-w

You could go for a free alternative like GIMP, or you could just use the 30 day trial for Photoshop...

Sorry for the bump... but... I have pictures : All my plastic men (20) piled into a longboat. The guy in charge. We come from the land of ice and snow, where the midnight sun and the hot winds blow... Artillery! Siege engines!

For what it's worth, local traditions that revolve around this day here are all referred to as 'midwinter' things, like the midwinterhorns.

No, but Turkmenistan has large natural gas reserves. There could be conflict over who takes control of the country, especially since no 'heir' was prepared. Russia especially could become quite interested in Turkmenistan :-w

I'm 6'4

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/reuters/0612 ... enistan_dc Highlights from Nyazov's reign:

Good food, good drink and good people to share it with :)

Daikatana :-w

After I've bought this with the money I'm saving by staying with my parents for the holiday vacation, I'll have every Lego Viking model :D