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[keroa]

The Perseid Meteor Shower reminded me that today is Dani's birthday!!

happy birthday, Dani! even though we don't talk much i still wanna say happy birthday @v@ <3

[sabrea]

Also when we were playing Haunted Mansion Life on Saturday we all played as couples.  

Cindy and I were beauty-contest-winning singing ghost lawyers who picked up the ghosts of Gabriel and Javert to ride along in our Doom Buggy.  Also we had a pet gargoyle

Dani and Shelby were veterinarian ghosts with a pet rat and a raven who somehow wound up winning the game despite having one of the lowest paying jobs and starting off their afterlife in a shoebox.

Veronica and her wife (whose name escapes me because I am awful) were initially architects living a a swanky sarcophagus but lost their jobs midway through and wound up as lowly organists.

Basically Haunted Mansion Life is way better than regular Life and also lesbians.

[spikeisdead-blog]

Sobeck: Rant to People ==>

Despite the glowing radiance of fuckin sexy I grace this UNGRATEFUL universe with, some shit always has to go wrong.  Is it even conceivable to think about just HOW many ways this endless void of prison called “space” gets off on putting me through unfair quadrant related torment?!  Oh, you have no idea what I’m talkin’ about?  Pshhh…  Don’t worry about it.  I’ll clue you in.  You’re an unbiased party, so I guess I can share the details of my story without you jumping to asinine conclusions.  And no, this isn’t somethin I want broadcasted to every wriggler and their lusus.  If I spill my innards, you gotta shut your trap, listen, and do NOT.  REPEAT. A SINGLE.  FUCKIN.  WORD OF IT…  do you understand me???.......  okay..  glad that’s settled at least….

            So, what’s the big deal you ask?  Nothin glubbin special here but a handsome troll, gettin some things off his chest!  Well, ya.  While I am indeed hot stuff, you’re in the WRONG!  This isn’t some therapeutic fuckin troll Froid luncheon your ugly ass can crash, and  you need to get your stinkin filthblood mouth-!!           …         ………. *sigh*  …this is exactly why I need to tell someone my story before I  out our somefin…

            Recently I’ve come into the exquisite company of my tyrian rail.  He’s a cute lil guy.  And by cute I mean swimming in naïve sex appeal.  And by lil guy I mean yeah, he’s taller than me, by like, afootorsomethingwhatever THAT’S not the point.  I’m a lucky guy. Have myself a cute ass moirail, a friggin irritating kismesis, and a sweet subordinate matesprit.  EVERYtroll and their lusus wants ta be in my quads (or pants), and I can pretty much nail anyone I want!.. yeah…  pretty much anyone…  n’, don’t get me wrong, okay?  I’m happy.  Real happy.  I came a long way to get here, ya know?  This fine specimen you see before you took more to refine than just weights, and amazing genetics…  It took some fallin down.  Figure’n out what I want, what I DON’T fuckin want, and strategically calculating what my future motives would be.  So now that I’m content an all fuckin cozy….  “he” manages to deficate on my happiness with his filthy shitblood ways!!...

 Dalmon..  fuckin Dalmon The Wriggler Lapaki.  He’s just a bucktoothed ex-kis of mine, that’s it.  Nothing else…  But he has it fucking out for me..  I just KNOW it!!  He knows I’m happy with Sesh!  Even if he’s gotten corrupted, and been AWOL for a bit, the little SHITstain tried to come over, get me riled up and sleep in my bed!!  The fucking NERVE of that!!!!  THAT!!! ** takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly** I’m fine, I’m fine…  okay so where was I?  Oh, yeah yeah, I remember.  Long story short, I was sorta trainin him.  Like a show woofbeast.  I was groomin him to understand me, and…  who am I talkin about?!  I TOLD you to fuckin open your noise holes, and LISTEN!!  I’m talkin about Dal?!  Don’t fuckin hurt yourself if you think you’re gonna have a PROBLEM staying the fuck at attention!!  You done!?  Can we get back ta me here!?!    …..    good….  And keep up!  I’m not repeating myself for some retard who can’t even keep pace.  Damn it you made me lose my place!  Okay, shitblood, and how he’s gunnin for my fine ass…..  AH, right yeah.  I remember.  Okay so when we were all caligounous, I had a sly ipimphany the moment I saw his.. ANNOYING, pretty little face!!  Heh heh..  I was gonna put his whinny ass through hell and gone.  Just like I was put through.  I will say this about the little brown blooded ankle biter, he’s….  “decent” at ferreting out information.  Feelings and shit.  Sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong will do that but also..  yeah okay fine he’s a real “sympathetic!”  Accept not to anyone higher than him on the hemospec the ignorant little pos…  So I was gonna put that to good use.  I had come out of a recently unsuccessful blackrom (not my fault) but considered that it would have been fine if not for a few minor unforeseen trenches in the field.  And since I do NOT run from this sorta deal, I decided I was gonna mold him.  Yup.  You heard me dipshit.  I was gonna mold that little fuck into a grade A, understanding, fine ass kis.  He was going to be able to relate to me, not run away from his problems…  I was gonna “break” the fuck, and get him to realize life isn’t a boquet of daffodils and pop rocks…  He was gonna kneel!  He was gonna KNOW what it was like to be a “real” fucking failure!  He was gonna understand what..  what it was like……  but the wriggler ran away.  Just, fuckin ran.  I mean, I shouldn’t have been surprised when he stared up at me like I was a complete stranger.  The retard could’t deal with the real world.  BIG surprise!!!  So I hook up with Sesh…  sighs*…     Sesh…  he’s like…  the first troll to ever cast a line over two quads at once, ya know?  I.. I care about the kid a lot more than I let him know…  and I, may or may not be the cause of his current state of mind..  I don’t fuckin know, but…  I just…. Miss… him…

  ….

              Huh?  Oh.  Right right I was getting to that, don’t rush me!  So, like I was sayin, I’m MORE than content with Seshat, ‘kay?  And than GUESS, fuckin GUESS who just stroooollllls up to my door one day, lookin like hell, smothering a half dragged butt with the tip of his worn ass high tops on MY fuckin stoop?!?  The kicker though, is that he tells me he suddenly remembers…  HE, REMEMBERS…  I don’t fuckin get how.  And I SURE as hell didn’t plan on what happened next!  We were walkin away from each other… we were finally gonna be done……..  and he goes and opens that pissy, whinning, backtalking PIE hole, OCCUPYING that zippy little FACE a his!!!  And I fuckin lose it.  Oohhhhh it felt GOOD to clock that defiant, plucky little low blood in the mouth!!  He had been ASKING for it, practically BEGGING for it!!  We… we brawl around a bit before things get sorta.. really personal…  Yes PERSONAL!  Look I don’t HAVE to share this story with you ya know!! …  ya… s’what I thought…  So, yeah.  Things get, sorta personal..  and the kid finally understands what I’ve been sayin.  FINALLY realizes how I felt, and even.. even where I WAS…  This shit isn’t to leave this fucking page and your nosey little think pan got it?!?  We sorta had a… mutual understanding.  For a second I… JUST for a second though… he was, bearable…  maybe, even a bit more than bearable…  For like, HALF a millisecond I, kinda…….  MORE than tolerated his presence…  POSSIBLY even…  fuckingenjoyeditbutwhatever!  He was back to threats two seconds later!  And there is nothing I love better than to derail that shitblood from his one way black train of thought by getting him hot n bothered… heheh, he is TOO fucking easy…  If I had a boonbuck for everytime I made that rust colored loser blush?  I would be an overly rich sea dweller (if that was even a thing.) 

            Than some more shit ensues.  It starts with me and him stuck in a no context and compromising position and Seshat walking in, and ends with Dal’s corpse on my floor…  Gog, even in death the fucker annoys the ever loving SHIT out of me!  I had JUST lost my kis to some, some, I dunno fucking horror terrors from beyond the stars, and I have to KISS him!!  LAMI SAYS I GOTTA FUCKIN KISS HIS COLD DEAD LIPS!!!!!  Blah blah revival purposes and time limit aside.  Can we just TALK about how fucked up this all is!?!  THIS is what I’m saying.  The universe PURPOSELY shoves that little asswipe in front of me EVERYTIME I finally find happiness…  but he did try to help, and… sigh*  okay….  No…..  he…….. he really shouldn’t have died…  not like that at least…….  Sesh going grimdark, Dal stickin around, yelling at me to focus….. fucking idiot….  Fucking dumb ass short bus shit for brains sticks around trying to SAVE me!!  Yankin me from the dark, tryin to calm Sesh and bide us some time and…  and he fuckin… gets himself strangled………  fucker…..  fucking….  IDIOT!  I told him to run!!  I did!!!  He just wouldn’t fucking listen!!!  He NEVER fucking listens!!!  **rubs his temples trying to get back to a steady calm**

            So I revive him.  And he’s the first one usin up his second Life on Prospit.  Cephal learns about Dal pushing up daises, runs to me cryin about him, and BAM.  We hit it off as rails.  But that shoulda been obvious.  He’s royalty, I’m me, two peas in a fuckin pod.  Than.. than I don’t even KNOW what happens.  Dal comes back and he’s a husk…  a fucking shell…  I don’t even know whats WRONG with the kid but suddenly he’s as obedient as the day is LONG!!  He starts treatin me with respect, doin shit for everyone, starts wearing… oh gog he starts wearing that…  he mighta been broke but he KNEW what he was talk atrout!  “Pleasing, Highbloods” and that sorta bullhead!!  WHAT am I supposed to do with this!?!  WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO  WITH THIS!?!?!  GOG!! No.  NO!!  You DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND BRO!!!  That little shit was BROKEN, vulnerable, and fucking RIPE for the picking!!  Ohhhhh gog it woulda been sooooooooooo EASY!!!!  Alls I had to do was untie that slutty little apron and reacquaint myself with his nook…… so what did I do you ask? ….  I….  apologize…………………………………………………………………………….

            Look…………………………. It was my fault he was like that, I……  I know that, okay?  That glazed over look with those slacking open lips a his, looking up at me with nothing….  With nothing at all…  It was the single best… and……shi-shittiest couple a minutes of my life.  Dal was finally broken….. but I……………………………………

……….  I lost him………. Ceph, kind hearted troll he is decided to take him in as a personal slave…  keep the rabbit from getting himself into anymore trouble…  But again he pulls a fuckin troll Houdini, and he SNAPS back to his old self.  And now?  HIM and CEPH are..  they’re in a fuckin BLACK, QUADRANT!?!  How does that even!?!  They cant BLACK ROM each otter!?!?  Dal can’t HATE anybody!!  He’s fuckin INCAPABLE a hate’n ANYONE but ME!!!  How did this even!?! I don’t know.  I just don’t fuckin know…  So be useful and answer me this…  what the hell am I supposed to do!?....

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This was something I had written trying to see if I was as hopefully a good a writer as I thought.  Or atleast if I could really get into a character's head that wasnt my own.  and to try and sound like him. It's a bit old now I guess?  By like, a week or so XP  I wanted to add more, but my brain is so fried right now I cant even think past a curved line.