"Great God." The bipedal red fox stood erect, his amber eyes fixed upon the great insectoid beast that towered several metres before him. He clenched his fists, sizing up his next kill. A wailing screech erupted from its gaping maw, thick ropes of slime dripping down from the serrated mandibles. The giant praying mantis, or whatever it was, looked down at Gilfox with pure contempt in all four of dark, beady eyes.
Gilfox grinned. The thing was going to be a great warm-up after his four-month long hiatus away from slaying. The curved steel blades on each of his arms were hungry for blood. He had taken a serious thrashing from his last mission where he and his fellow beast slayers had taken down a crimson auroch that had been creating chaos in the rural mountain village of Sh'ankurr. The big-ass bull had torn open a gaping hole in his left thigh, on which still remained an ugly scar, despite Jadine's best remedy for treating demon wounds.
A gargantuan claw came swiftly down onto Gilfox, snapping him back to reality. Enough dreaming already, Gil, he told himself. Timing himself just right, he leapt up on the mantis' scythe-like claw and sprang upwards from it, grabbing a hold of its overhanging antennae. The oversized insect shrieked in rage, swiping at the red fox with both of its deadly claws, but all to no avail.
Gilfox swung back and forth from the beast's appendages, gaining momentum, and then swung upwards, somersaulting onto the head of the mantis. This only served to further aggravate the monster, and it shook its head from side to side, trying to lose the infuriating furry creature perched on top. Gilfox hung on to a ridge in its exoskeleton with all his might with one arm, and used the other arm to hack away at it with his arm blade. Find it, he told himself. Find that goddamn weak spot...
But before he could tear through the tough membrane under the hard outer shell, Gilfox was thrown off the creature's head and sent hurtling through the air...then painfully skidding several feet on the ground as he hit it hard.
The fox gingerly stood up, coughing out dust and brushing off the dirt from his vermillion fur. The insect gazed upon him with its cold eyes and made a series of high-pitched screeches. It was laughing at him, mocking him. Gilfox glared up at the towering mantis, his eyes full of smoldering indignation. "Oh yeah sure, laugh now", he yelled, sprinting towards the monster at top speed, "but it ain't gonna be so funny when I tear your fuckin' ass apart!"
The mantis lunged for him, but Gilfox dodged its swinging claw just in time; using it again as a platform, he thrust himself up skyward, until he was several feet above the mantis' head. "Die, bitch", he muttered, forcefully stabbing his arm blades into the gap he had created.
With a horrible, dying screech that pained his ears, the mantis succumbed to the hands of death and fell with an almighty boom to the earth, shaking it entirely and causing a great cloud of dust to billow from underneath it. Sticky, green translucent liquid oozed out from its head cavity, forming a slippery cesspool around it.
Gilfox emerged from the cloud of dust, covered head to toe in grit, dust and giant insect slime. "Nice look, young'un", quipped Arkhan, grinning a wolf's grin.
"Shut up, old man", muttered Gilfox, shooting the older timber wolf the dirtiest look he could muster. "I didn't see you helping me."
"Hnh. Well, save up that energy of yours fer tomorrow. There's a bounty for th' head of Makirru, some demon that's been doin' shit in a village not far from base. We're goin' t'check it out at first light", replied Arkhan casually, scratching the back of his greyed head. "And go take a shower", he added. "You look an' smell worse'n shit."
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There you go. Gilfox Wyldephere, beast slayer. My fursona.
I'm such a furfag.
Friday, 30 May 2008
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Career Profiling.
So, according to MOE's OSCAR system...
O S C A R
Orientation System for Careers
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Thursday, 15 May 2008
Copypasta Quizzing.
*high-fives Bernie*
Find your Celestial Choir
Weird.
What type of Fae are you?
*high-fives Bernie...again*
Maverick, hmm? Sounds interesting. Self-resilience? I'm raising my eyebrow at that one.
Your Aura is Violet |
 Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach |
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA...no.
You Are an Orange Crayon |
 Your world is colored with offbeat, confident, and stimulating colors. You have a personality that's downright weird - and you wouldn't change it for anything. Loud and expressive, you voice your opinions fearlessly and strongly. And while you have a strong personality, you can be friends with almost anyone. Your color wheel opposite is blue. Your confidence is something blue people truly envy. |
Ohh yeahh. Orange ftw.
You Would Be a Pet Cat |
 Independent and aloof, you don't like to be dependent on anyone. And as for other people, you can take them or leave them. You often don't care. You live your life by your own rules. And you have deep motivations that no one truly understands. Why you would make a great pet: You're not needy or greedy... unlike other four legged friends. Why you would make a bad pet: You're not exactly running down to greet people at the door What you would love about being a cat: Agility and freedom What you would hate about being a cat: Being treated like a dog by clueless humans |
I'm not THAT cold. Wait. Am I?
In 1992 (the year you were born) |
 George H.W. Bush is president of the US Hurricane "Andrew" becomes the most costly in US history with $20 billion worth of damage Arkansas Governor Bill Clinton is elected President of the United States Riots break out in Los Angeles after police are acquitted in the Rodney King case An "Earth Summit" is held in Brazil to address global environmental problems Jay Leno replaces Johnny Carson as host of the Tonight Show on NBC George H. W. Bush becomes ill on a visit in Japan and vomits on the Japanese Prime Minister Mike Tyson goes on trial charged with raping a 1991 Miss Black America Contest contestant Amy Fisher, the "Long Island Lolita," is arrested for shooting Mary Jo Buttafuoco on the front porch of her home Toronto Blue Jays win the World Series Washington Redskins win Superbowl XXVI Pisstburgh Penguins win the Stanley Cup Aladdin is the top grossing film "End of the Road" by Boyz II Men spends the most time at the top of the US charts Mad About You and The Real World premiere Sailor Moon premieres on TV Asahi in Japan |
Lol'd at the one where he puked.
Your Brain's Pattern |
 Your mind is a firestorm - full of intensity and drama. Your thoughts may seem scattered to you most of the time... But they often seem strong and passionate to those around you. You are a natural influencer. The thoughts you share are very powerful and persuading. |
MAH HEAD'S ON FIIIIRRREEE.
Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is |
 Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers "She's a lover, baby, and a fighter Shoulda seen it comin' when it got a little brighter With a name like "Dani California" Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya A little loaded she was stealin' another breath I love my baby to death" |
DAMN, HOW I LOVE THIS SONG.
...aaand that's about it for now. I'll blog some other time.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
And Suddenly It's Quiz Time!
Take the first letter of your first name....
A-Gangster
B-Punky
C-Sweet
D-Amazing
E-Emotional
F-Girly
G-Funny
H-Pretty
I-Retarded
J-Gorgeous/Handsome
K-Beautiful
L-Fabulous
M-Slutty
N-Preppy
O-Hot
P-Very Sexy
Q-Boyish
R-Hot
S-Sexy
T-Sexual
U-Ugly
V-Wonderful
W-Scanky
X-Bitchy
Y-Under-appreciated
Z-Over-appreciated
NOW THE THIRD LETTER IN YOUR MIDDLE NAME(if you don’t have one use your last name):
A-Wizard
B-Obbesser
C-Bitch
D-Surfer
E- God (ess)
F-Retard
G-Queen/ King
H-Slut
I-Girl
J-Goth
K-Nerd
L-Alcoholic
M-porn star
N-Punk
O-Geek
P-Skank
Q-Rabbit
R-Sex machine
S-Prince (ess)
T-Whore
U-Cry Baby
V-Jackass
W-sex god (ess)
X-Scared-cat
Y-Coward
Z-Chocoholic
Now, What Color Is Your Shirt?
Red- Who likes the Backstreet Boys
purple- Who thinks Earth is flat
Orange-Who likes to sleep in the fridge
Yellow- Who wants to murder you
Pink- Who will rock your world
Green- Who loves God
blue- Who has a huge butt
White- Who loves Ice Cube
Brown- Who Wears Big Sunglasses
Black- Who swears like a sailor
Gray- Who is taken
None-Who is a sexy beast
Apparently, I'm a gangster nerd who swears like a sailor.
Almost true.
A-Gangster
B-Punky
C-Sweet
D-Amazing
E-Emotional
F-Girly
G-Funny
H-Pretty
I-Retarded
J-Gorgeous/Handsome
K-Beautiful
L-Fabulous
M-Slutty
N-Preppy
O-Hot
P-Very Sexy
Q-Boyish
R-Hot
S-Sexy
T-Sexual
U-Ugly
V-Wonderful
W-Scanky
X-Bitchy
Y-Under-appreciated
Z-Over-appreciated
NOW THE THIRD LETTER IN YOUR MIDDLE NAME(if you don’t have one use your last name):
A-Wizard
B-Obbesser
C-Bitch
D-Surfer
E- God (ess)
F-Retard
G-Queen/ King
H-Slut
I-Girl
J-Goth
K-Nerd
L-Alcoholic
M-porn star
N-Punk
O-Geek
P-Skank
Q-Rabbit
R-Sex machine
S-Prince (ess)
T-Whore
U-Cry Baby
V-Jackass
W-sex god (ess)
X-Scared-cat
Y-Coward
Z-Chocoholic
Now, What Color Is Your Shirt?
Red- Who likes the Backstreet Boys
purple- Who thinks Earth is flat
Orange-Who likes to sleep in the fridge
Yellow- Who wants to murder you
Pink- Who will rock your world
Green- Who loves God
blue- Who has a huge butt
White- Who loves Ice Cube
Brown- Who Wears Big Sunglasses
Black- Who swears like a sailor
Gray- Who is taken
None-Who is a sexy beast
Apparently, I'm a gangster nerd who swears like a sailor.
Almost true.
IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.
HENCEFORTH, NO CITIZEN OF EARTH SHALL PATRONISE ANY MCDONALD'S OUTLET IN ANY LOCATION ON THIS PLANET.
HERE I PRESENT TO YOU THE REASON FOR THIS MASSIVE BOYCOTT. ANYONE FOUND MAKING ANY FORM OF LIASON WITH PERSONS INVOLVED WITH THE MCDONALD'S COMMUNITY WILL FACE THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES.
...wait, too late.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there, by the way. We kids may be such whiny bitches sometimes. Sorry 'bout that.
HERE I PRESENT TO YOU THE REASON FOR THIS MASSIVE BOYCOTT. ANYONE FOUND MAKING ANY FORM OF LIASON WITH PERSONS INVOLVED WITH THE MCDONALD'S COMMUNITY WILL FACE THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES.
...wait, too late.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms out there, by the way. We kids may be such whiny bitches sometimes. Sorry 'bout that.
Friday, 9 May 2008
Of Things To Come.
These past few days have been a sleepy sort of sunshine for me. Ive been smiling and scritching a lot. Maybe it's the warm weather thats caused a build up of fuzzy sensations. Maybe it's the holiday vibes. Whatever the case, no matter how good it feels, the tingling feeling of more sinister things to come remains. Kind of like when you enter a dimly-lit area in Halo that has several ammo packs, and then the background music makes a sudden transition. You know, when you can even smell that Brute pack lurking in the map somewhere.
I wish I'd taken the mid-years. I have a feeling that the lack of stress would be my downfall later on in the year.
Speaking of which, it seems almost surreal that the major exams, the ones I've been preparing for almost four years now, are barely five months away. Not to mention that the comfortable atmosphere of being in this secondary school would vanish along with it. The familiar faces, smells, sights and sounds...all gone. Perhaps, if Im lucky, I'd manage to sieve out a few faces from the crowd of strangers, but even so, I'm not guaranteed a friend. More importantly, would I even get to a JC?
It worries me sometimes, when I lie awake in bed, before I shut my eyes and go to sleep. What lies ahead. Well, not so much my future, but the current obstacles hindering my path. That path, that journey everyone makes to find their own peak of happiness. Success. And whether I'd be satisfied with what I'd achieved on this planet, as I lie on my deathbed. It's the worst kind of death imaginable, having unfulfilled dreams beforehand. It's the sort of thing that would rouse spirits from their graves, causing them to wander aimlessly on the face of the earth.
But back to my main point. I wonder if I'd turn out like the people I look up to today. Would I stick to the ideals I had so fiercely defended in my youth? Would growing up, perhaps, force me to change my beliefs and adopt others? Would I change? In these four years, I have grown so much, and changed so vastly, that it scares me to imagine what my past self would think if she saw what I have become. Metamorphosis. In these four years, I have learnt a lot, and not just from stacks of paper and books. Maybe I'm young, and maybe I'm stupid, but I don't think I can deny the fact that time – and the people around me – have shaped me to become the person I am today.
Maybe it's just adolescent agonizing. Perhaps it's the mere transition from child to adult. But whatever the case, I think I finally am growing up, little by little. And though it scares me shitless when I stop to think about it, there's nothing much I can do but give the future a smile, and walk towards it with open arms.
And of course, with my eyes open too, in case I trip over a rock and fall on my face while walking there.
I wish I'd taken the mid-years. I have a feeling that the lack of stress would be my downfall later on in the year.
Speaking of which, it seems almost surreal that the major exams, the ones I've been preparing for almost four years now, are barely five months away. Not to mention that the comfortable atmosphere of being in this secondary school would vanish along with it. The familiar faces, smells, sights and sounds...all gone. Perhaps, if Im lucky, I'd manage to sieve out a few faces from the crowd of strangers, but even so, I'm not guaranteed a friend. More importantly, would I even get to a JC?
It worries me sometimes, when I lie awake in bed, before I shut my eyes and go to sleep. What lies ahead. Well, not so much my future, but the current obstacles hindering my path. That path, that journey everyone makes to find their own peak of happiness. Success. And whether I'd be satisfied with what I'd achieved on this planet, as I lie on my deathbed. It's the worst kind of death imaginable, having unfulfilled dreams beforehand. It's the sort of thing that would rouse spirits from their graves, causing them to wander aimlessly on the face of the earth.
But back to my main point. I wonder if I'd turn out like the people I look up to today. Would I stick to the ideals I had so fiercely defended in my youth? Would growing up, perhaps, force me to change my beliefs and adopt others? Would I change? In these four years, I have grown so much, and changed so vastly, that it scares me to imagine what my past self would think if she saw what I have become. Metamorphosis. In these four years, I have learnt a lot, and not just from stacks of paper and books. Maybe I'm young, and maybe I'm stupid, but I don't think I can deny the fact that time – and the people around me – have shaped me to become the person I am today.
Maybe it's just adolescent agonizing. Perhaps it's the mere transition from child to adult. But whatever the case, I think I finally am growing up, little by little. And though it scares me shitless when I stop to think about it, there's nothing much I can do but give the future a smile, and walk towards it with open arms.
And of course, with my eyes open too, in case I trip over a rock and fall on my face while walking there.
Monday, 5 May 2008
Silence.
Creep
by Radiohead
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
The Thief
by Relient K
I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back
And I understand why you wouldn't want to
I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you
And I can't see you
Getting used to
Living in the midst of your perfection
And I'm so lost
How can you trust
Somewhere the sun is always shining
And there's just one last thing that I have to say
As we reflect on the mess of all this that I've made
It was cowardice that made me push you away
I was so afraid cause you were so much better than me.
by Radiohead
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
The Thief
by Relient K
I guess it's safe to say you're never coming back
And I understand why you wouldn't want to
I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you
And I can't see you
Getting used to
Living in the midst of your perfection
And I'm so lost
How can you trust
Somewhere the sun is always shining
And there's just one last thing that I have to say
As we reflect on the mess of all this that I've made
It was cowardice that made me push you away
I was so afraid cause you were so much better than me.
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