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Thread: Sarah Milestone (Battleship44 and Atzura)

Matt offered her a smile and nodded at her words, taking out his phone quickly and punching in the address. AlrightI have it saved. But before he could do anything else, the bell rang and echoed throughout the schools halls, signaling the end of the class. Hed been thinking, reminiscing so much that he lost track of time, and the class was over. Vice was first to leave, immediately he jumped out of his chair, almost a little suspiciously and stormed out of the class. Matt blinked for a moment, but slowly rose to his feet along with Sarah, and smiled abit at her, breaking the awkwardness as the students all rushed out the door, except for him. Im at a loss at what to do nowI always, always held you hand when we walked if you remembernow of Corse its different. He rubbed the back of his head lightly and shrugged a shoulder, waiting to know what her plans were, and if she would stay with him during the spare hours of the day. I really did miss you, yknowyouve grown. He smirked a little playfully, referring to a number of things on her body. His was pretty different himself. His hair was longer and covered his eyes accidentally most of the time. his blonde hair was now jet black, you really couldnt tell if it was dye, or natural. But he was still the same on the inside, no matter how old he still had a soft spot for her.
Thread: Sarah Milestone (Battleship44 and Atzura)

She stood up and laughed quietly, I've grown? She looked down and chuckled a bit more. Yeah, well... thanks for noticing. I know exactly what you're talking about. Your head was usually in the gutter. Well, I have a few more classes, but I think we get out at the same time. If not today, maybe we can meet each other up tomorrow... I think it'd be nice if you came by. She then turned and picked up her bag. Oh wait, what's today? I think I'm actually done for the day. She said with a smile. Well, maybe after you're done with your classes you can come by. It's not like I wouldn't want to see you, but I don't want you to cut class either. She said with a smirk, moving some her from her face. Well, anyway, I guess I'll see you then. She paused and hesitated, then simply turned, prepared to leave the room.
Thread: Wierd Al's got a sex tape!

the things you learn from twitter youtube
Thread: Wierd Al's got a sex tape!

... cracks up Nice.
Thread: Wierd Al's got a sex tape!

I want those socks he has on
Thread: Wierd Al's got a sex tape!

That is why the world loves Weird Al. Hahaha!
Thread: A Goddess in all Regards

War, the one constant in the history of men. War is a part of an endless cycle, one that never fails to repeat itself over and over again. War,peace and revolution. Life, death and rebirth. Valrisa has seen the cycle for an eternity. She influenced them many times, but fate never fails to ensure the completion of the cycle. Fate, even the gods themselves bow down to fate. Valrisa however is no god. She isnt even a deity..yet. The cycle of history never fails to come full circle because men will always die, but what if an immortal enters the cycle? The answer is unknown for now, but as she descended from the heavens to the frozen country below, Valrisa knew that the answer wont matter as much as the fact that she is going to enjoy this journey. To rule the world as an immortal queen, Valrisa would need many things, first and foremost is an army. To obtain said army, she has in her possesion the ultimate currency, not gold, not land, certainly not honor, but power. All men wants power, and as sad as it is to admit, men are the ones who run this world for now. Valrisa didnt mind. She liked men, loved their taste and scent, but she loathed the ones without power. She doesnt need powerless men in her world, for only those men who can provide her with what she wants, be it power or pleasure, are the ones worth keeping alive. King Konrad is one such man. He is a paragon of martial strength among the worshippers of the northern gods, and his army while unorganized, is one of raw strength and ferocity. His land, Midderand, is also a vital location. Midderand is located at the Axis of this plane, making it a gathering place for magical leylines, one that Valrisa is eager to drain. She entered the room as silent as death, the guards stationed at the door lies dead, their own hands strangling their throat. The two were an example of men she doesnt need, and their death were insignificant. Flames flickered in the fireplace the second she entered, raw cosmic energy sparkling in her blood red eyes. Everything about her is blood red, her eyes, her waist length straight hair, her nails and lips, a fitting colour scheme for a demigodess who roamed the world to witness war. King Konrad, you may simply bow in front of me, rather than kneeling and kissing my feet. She commanded with her seductively wicked voice. Her thinly clothed body swayed ever so slowly as she walked towards the giant of a man. Despite their size difference, Valrisa had a pressence that cannot be ignored, especially not for a man who worshipped the Northern gods. She is a sight most of them long for in the end of their life. A choser of the slain. A Valkyrie.
Thread: A Goddess in all Regards

Konrad spun as she swept into the room, wrenching a knife from the oaken table he narrowed his eyes as he faced off against the perceived interloper, as no servant would be foolish enough to disturb his master this late in the night, and the guards had been instructed to his privacy. Upon hearing the door open and the fire crackle with the sudden draft, he assumed the presence of an assassin or spy, whether the enemies' or a rival warlord's, it mattered not, he was in no mood to be trifled with. Greeted as he was then by the sanguine, haughty beauty who's radiance filled his visage he was stunned, and his grip on the knife tightened till his knuckles turned white. Her words barely reached him through the flood of thoughts as he tried to guess her place, her purpose in being here. He was skeptical of course, of any woman so beautiful coming to him in the dead of night, getting past his guards, and it would be just in keeping with the dishonor of his opponents to believe they could seduce him with a female assassin or spy. Or a sorceress! That thought caused him to brandish the knife menacingly, as he realized the gorgeous radiance of the woman wreaked of powerful magic, divinely powerful magic, and her presence here could only be magical. It was only a vague memory from his childhood that stopped him from lunging forward with his knife before she could begin some enchantment the memory was recalled to him by her haunting beauty, her seraphic features, her power and majesty . . . seconds seemed to drag on for hours as he wrestled with his mind, his skepticism, till finally his heritage and the power of her presence overwhelmed the rationale part of his mind and he saw her for what she was. She was a creature of magic yes, but one he had long ago given up on ever seeing, having seen so much death in war and battle and never finding any divine reward. His hardened, rugged features lit up in awe as he stepped forward, towards her unthinkingly and bowed, not particularly deeply, but in clear deference considering the effort it took him to tear his eyes away from hers.
Thread: Toss the Turtle

!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- If you're a launcher veteranfanatic like myself, then this little bad boy is for you. If you're new to this, then allow me to insert some knowledge into your brain. First and foremost - if you've played such games like Nanaca Crash or Kitten Cannon - the first thing you're gonna need to know is the controls. Move your mouse up and down and the turret of your cannon will aim upwards and downwards respectively. Press and hold in the left click to increase your launch power. Once you think you've got enough for a successful launch, let go of the left mouse button and watch the turtle sail off into the wild blue yonder. Once it's airborne, you can use the WASD keys to move the turtle around to grab money bags and ammunition while also ducking various hazards along the way. Provided if it can be helped, of course. Now, there are three methods in which the turtle can be stopped from going any further. One, it lands on either ground spikes, wall spikes and floating mace balls. Two, it somehow gets caught by a UFO or three - and my least favorite - it slows to a halt on its own. At which point, you'll then be prompted to try again or hit the shop and buy some stuff to at least keep you going for a little while longer. Of these include rocket packs, cannon upgrades, chest bombs - which can only be triggered once automatically to keep you going, so use it wisely - gun upgrades and of course, nuclear bombs. That should be enough to get you started. So whaddaya waiting for? Click the link and check it out now!
Thread: Toss the Turtle

Oooh, turtle tossing!! I play too many of these. Like the cow-tossing one from spamalot I had once.
Thread: Toss the Turtle

Well there ya go! XD
Thread: Toss the Turtle

Having WAY too much fun... and I am bad at it right now.
Thread: Toss the Turtle

Good, but there's hidden bonuses that you can unlock that can help improve your launch or bounce stats. You just gotta keep playing in order to get 'em. -D
Thread: Toss the Turtle

Oh i've played this flash game before, about month ago. Such joy in seeing the turtle in pain and bleeding to death. Strange addiction to seeing how far i could fling it.
Thread: Toss the Turtle

... 241 is a lame lame score dudes seriously.
Thread: Knight and the Necromancer (me and Notte)

Lance headed out from the last village with renewed spirit. He knew that evil necromancer was near him, he could almost smell it. The townsfolk upon seeing that he was a knight had told him where the necromancer's lair was. It was apparently on the other sie of a small forest to the east of the town so now Lance headed out his sword on his belt and his shield on his arm as his body was covered from head to toe in plate armor. There was no real path through this forest since the people worried it would help the necromancer get to their homes easier so Lance had to work his way through the folliage of the very large trees in his heavy clinking armor and he sighed because he would have prefered to have taken his horse but he knew that it would have been harder to get it through here than just himself. Now Lance was young for a knight, being only 21 and he still seemed fresh to the field of battle if his helmet were to be taken off. His face was still very handsome and very bright, not that of a hardened warrior. His short brown hair was usually a bit of a mess atop his head though he did try to make it at least look semi presentable. And his hazel eyes were so gentle looking when he talked to people, it was amazing that Lance chose the career that he did. His father had been a knight and his mother was the daughter of a wealthy merchant and Lance could have gone either way, but to follow in the code of honor and keep people safe in the land, that was his dream. He kept moving through the dark forest, he was suprised though how dark it was considering it was still mid-day. He looked around and the canopy that the trees leaves made just seemed to block out the sun completely. In truth it made him feel a little on edge as he pulled out his sword as he figured he was getting close to the necromancer's lair.
Thread: Knight and the Necromancer (me and Notte)

Lilith sat at the edge of the water bank that surrounded her lair and slowly washed the grime from her long thick snow blond hair, the length of which trailed past her feet. After she finished sudding it with her own special cleansing formula, she wrapped the length around her head and gingerly walked out into the brisk cold river. Hr skin glistened like fine pale porcelain as the water lapped at her body as she submerged herself further into the water. First her knees, then her thighs, she shivered with desire as the water slapped against the apex between her legs and then covered over her stomach. She let her breasts rest on the surface, but her nipples peddled to hard peaks as the water waved against them. Tilting her head back, she dragged her bound hair through the water to rinse it. The heavy weight of it would be to much and she would be swept away if she had let it run free. She hissed in pain as the tattoo on her back pulsed and burned, although beautiful to look upon, no one but herself and one other knew what it meant. A dark curse, a black omen, a brand of sin. And now, she hunted after him, building her army one after another to track the man down. Due this, she was deemed evil, a witch, a necromancer she herself knew what she was a Priestess of the Dark Arts, once known as a Priestess of the Great One in another time and another place. And now, she willfully fell into her role, she knew that she was condemned and she would forever act the part of being deranged, even though every thought was methodical and well planned out. Like her home, for instance, was protected by magic - sheltered in shadow, circled by the river, and patrolled by the dead.
Thread: Knight and the Necromancer (me and Notte)

Lance would soon find some of her undead minions partolling her home. He slashed his blade across the skeletal minions and they just broke to pieces with each slash. He gave a small grin as yes he was getting cocky. He just took out about 5 skeleten minions without so much as a small scratch on his armor as he kept pressing forward and he kept fighting minions every so often until he came upon the place where she was bathing. He stopped, frozen to the spot not by magic but by just shock. He had not expected a woman of that much beauty to be standing before him. He looked at her and he knew that this woman was his target. His eyes widened as he held himself at a ready stance necromancer he called to her as he stood there I have come for your life... you have defied the gods and terrorized and killed many people... I will make sure you pay with your life
Thread: Knight and the Necromancer (me and Notte)

She had felt the loss of each one of her guards, the leech of her blood dying as it separated from their broken bodies, as it was her blood that had kept them 'alive.' And she had the proof of it, ever scar pierced into her skin, the burning of the blade as it cut deep. She new the intruder was getting closer and with each one of her guards that he cut down she waded towards the waters edge. Already half of her body had emerged from the water and it now caressed gently against her thighs. At hearing the graveled voice, she turned to look at him, not bothering to cover up her body. Her eyes appeared as if she were blind, a white fogged veil over what was once a deep green. May I ask the name of the one who claims he will have my life? Her voice was soft, sing song, and... unafraid. A frown pulled down the edges of her rose colored lips, Is it not the Gods who have given me this power? Is it not the Gods who laid it out before me and allowed me to do with my gift as I wish? Is it not the Gods who allowed me to both take and to reanimate life? I have the gift to give back a loved one, a father, a mother, a son, or daughter. I have the power to bring families back together - if I am paid the right price. Sometimes it is in blood, sometimes it is an exchange of one life for another. These people know the price and they are willing to pay it. Shall you kill all of them as well, all of the ones who have come to seek me out? And, tell me, Warrior, do I not have a right to protect myself by raising up guardsmen with the gift that I had been granted?
Thread: Knight and the Necromancer (me and Notte)

He looked at her as he said I am Sir. Lance Stewart... knight of the golden order he moved a step closer and he said just that speech alone tells me your mind is too far gone... humans are meant to die, it is the God's will to have people live and then live our the rest of their spiritual lives in heaven he glared at her through his helmet what you are doing is going against god's work... he then rushed at her his sword in the air as he was going to strike her with a powerful strike, not realizing he was leaving himself open as he said NOW DIE YOU WITCH! he rushed, through the water, his body able to stay on it's course through the current as he was soon near enough to her as his blade began to slash down to strike her.
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

The castle dungeon was dark and damp, the kind of place you'd expect to see ghosts wandering the halls, and lurking about in the cells. In deepest reaches one man sat alone waiting for his moment. As he looked about his stormy blue eyes seemed to pierced the shadows. They stood in stark contrast to the tangle of raven black hair he had in a loose braid behind his head. He'd been sitting her for three weeks now awaiting his execution. In that time a nice scar had formed across his right eye. The bitch who'd turned him in had tried to gash out that eye, but lucky for him, her swipe wasn't deep enough, and she only cut his face and the bridge of his nose. He wasn't normally one to hurt women, but so help him if he got his hand on that bitch again, he'd rip her throat out. Granted even he had to admit he deserved his punishment. Piracy was punishable by death, and he was after all a pirate. That didn't mean he had to accept it though. He'd already worked his escape out in his head, but he was being forced to rush things something he didn't like. A princess was coming to be wed to the local king. Normally he'd wait for the wedding to serve as a distraction, but given that she was being forced into the union, and no wonder given how old the king was, and how disgusting he looked, he'd end up trying to save her, which would throw a whole wrench in his works. So here he sat waiting for the opportune moment today to escape.
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

What he did not know was that the distracted he had wanted to wait for was this very day. No sooner had the princess arrived then the king decided to up the date of the ceremony. He was vile and old, but even he could not wait the two weeks for his wedding. That would have meant two weeks till the wedding night. One look upon his golden haired bride-to-be's beautiful face and well endowed form and his loins stirred for the first time in a long time. He yearned for her and would not be made to wait to have her in his bed. Abrianna sighed as she gazed at her own reflection in the mirror, watching as her with her sad emerald green eyes as her hand maidens lowered the wedding veil down over her face. A bride was suppose to be happy on her wedding day. A bride maybe, yes. But a princess? How could she be? Forced into a loveless marriage, to a man she had never meet before. Having to live in a strange, unfamiliar place without a single friend in the world to keep her company. She supposed that it was just the way things needed to be. She had been born into a privileged life and now she needed to pay for that privilege with her freedom. A knock came upon the door and the king's adviser entered without waiting for permission. He eyed her from head to toe with the same lusty look the king had the first time he had meet her just two days before. Would no man ever look at her and see her for who she was first before her outer appearance? The king awaits you, Princess Abrianna and he does not enjoy being made to wait. You will come to learn that very quickly. Taking up her flowers in her hand she nodded and followed him from her room. Soon they were joined by two guards that were to join in the procession through the square that would lead from the castle to the chapel where the king already awaited her. It would give the people a chance to see their queen. Probably the one and only time since she would be locked up within the castle after the wedding and be lucky to ever leave it's walls again.
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

As the wedding began to get underway, the pirate's opportunity arrived. The guard that came to give him his meager food ration was careless as usual. He'd made the guard think he was getting weak, when really he was conserving his strength. His lean muscled frame was quick to lurch into action when the guard thrust his food through the bars. he had on the one gaoler, a foolish mistake on the king's part for the likes of him. Yanking the guard's arm through the bars, he was able to daze him before he got his hands on the man's throat and began to strangle the life out of him. The gaoler reached weakly for his sword as the life drained out of him, while trying to pry his neck from the pirate's grip. But it was not use, a minute later the gaoler fell to the floor dead, and shortly afterward, the pirate was loose. He took the guard's sword, something told him he'd need it, and he began to make his way through the castle corridor's, slipping and sneaking about to avoid being seen, and hoping he was long gone before anyone found the body,
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

As he got closer and closer to freedom, surely he could start to hear the church bells outside. Abrianna certainly could hear them. The ringing was giving her a terrible headache. They were the sound of her doom. She sighed once more as the adviser stopped the small group in a hall not to far from the exit they would use to go into the square. He gave direction on who would walk where and would foot they would start on and so on and so forth. The princess didn't know why it mattered if her hand maidens used their right or left hand when spreading the flower petals on the ground as she walked. It was all a big joke. This whole thing was a joke and a lie! For a moment her eyes darted around as if she expected to find a way of escape at the last moment. Wishful thinking....
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

The pirate didn't notice anything as focused as he was on what he was doing, even the large gathering of people around a woman dressed in white as he came scurrying out of a corridor and right into her. Tripping over her trane, he brought both of them down with her on the bottom. He looked at her in shock, his young face wide with surprise. How in the hell was this happening now? Why was it everything he planned ran into some hitch? He heard the sound of guards unsheathing their swords, and in a quick moment of improvisation, his lithe, but strong frame was over her, and yanking her to her feet in front of him. he then pulled the sword he'd stolen from the dead guard, and laid it against her throat. Put those blades away boys or i slit her throat. The guards didn't seem to want to put their weapons up, but they weren't advancing either. He knew he couldn't get away through the central courtyard now, so instead he took the stairs that would lead them up to the outer ramparts, dragging her along with him as a shield.
Thread: From Sea to Sea (Nekrosilisk and Butterfly0408)

She had been looking for an escape, yes. Looking to get kidnapped however was not exactly the type of escape she thought she would find. Not sure if it was a blessing or a curse, she just played along. To die, after all, would make this officially the worse day of her life. Struggling to keep up with her abductor in her wedding dress and heels, she stumbled and swayed. At this rate, the guards would catch up to them in no time. She should have thought that a good thing. But then why did she kick off her shoes to help speed them along? It was if she actually wanted to go with this dangerous stranger. In fact, We could run faster it you cut the trane off my dress! she told him as they kept on running.