 Thread: Leslie Nielsen has died aged 84. :'( |
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Anyone piece of the comedy world has died.
But I shall pay hommage to one of the greats with two of his most famous moments.
'Surely you can be serious?'
' I am serious... and don't call me shirley'
The other
'Wow great beaver'
Is handed a beaver delivered the the taxidermist recently
'Thanks, I had it stuffed yesterday'
A funny man will be missed
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| Thread: The Blodwars FML |
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Just to add to the comedy of this sections
As I was leaving for work today, I managed to trip over the clay cow plant pot out the front of our door.
Now as much as I complained to my wife it had been moved, she kindly reminded me that it has been there for the last 3 years.
Now you can all stop laughing
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| Thread: The Blodwars FML |
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Originally posted by popeye2k8
this weekend is my 21st birthday. its also my 7 year anniversary of going into care. guess which im thinking about most 
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Soz to hear that dude
Hey if you have any close friends then spend your birthday with them. Better to have one really close mate then 100 aquatences.
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| Thread: The Blodwars FML |
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Originally posted by FlashAOD
I got 3/4 of the way to northampton yesterday.. Before realising I need to be in leicester -_- FML |
LOL - next time try using a sat nav - LMAO
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| Thread: The Blodwars FML |
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You know I've bee thinking that there is nowhere for us to place our own personal experiances when it comes to want to share the bad things that happen our life.
We are all a close knit family and we have come to enjoy the game.
So I have created this, where we can place the rubbish that happens in our life and either have a laugh, or a joke, or just give commiserations to the things that daily life throws at us.
Allow me to start.
I have just received a letter from my current employer that stats that I will be made redundant on the 21st December 2010.
Talk about you're mothers of merry x-mas eh?
You got something to share - lets hear it.
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 Thread: Underworld - CA limits |
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Soz Mortis I think I'm gonna have to against you on this one, Whilst I do understand what you are saying and the limits can be a nuisence, what we have forgotten is that it is a CLAN armoury.
Not a One man put's all of this items and everyone else borrows that item armoury.
The clan should be working together to be able to place these items into the sets required.
The top ten clans have enough high pointed members that this should not create a problem.
The lower clans, would not have all these sets, so almost seems a little irrelevant for them.
I think if you do need more then the limit should be Max 15 items per person. A compermise maybe?.
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| Thread: The screaming room |
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WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I really really hate this game sometimes - I have just blown 19bs to bring my ring of luck from 0 to +2 - I'm sorry what do I hear - Is that the RNG in fits of laughter over the fact my conversion rate on this is about 20% as aposed to 80%!!!!
I don't have these kind of stones to just waste!!!
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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Thanks guys - I'm working on it.
I have all the chapter now laid out to the epilogue to the end is in sight.
I have 3 more chapters
Ch 30 - The Tokyo Flow
Ch 31 - Temple of the Golden Sun
Ch 32 - The Angels of Death
Then the Epilogue - Problem already occuring with the epilogue is the fact that I have two ideas and I really have no idea which wasy I want to go.
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| Thread: Someone took my virginity today...... |
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Originally posted by FlashAOD
Iv always been told American chocolate is tasteless? It would appear not? |
Come on Flash - You know me and where I disappear to every year - Hershey's is some of the best Chocoloate around and that Cookies and Cream is the dream!!!
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| Thread: Someone took my virginity today...... |
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Nice trade off what every you traded
I haven't had a twinkie in years!!!
However - Here are a list of other items you HAVE to try
and NO1 on that list
Tootsie Rolls - Any any American should agree this is the best.
No2 - Reeses Pieces.
No3 - Butterfingers - The best Chocolate bar around!!! 
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| Thread: New Dilemma |
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Before all of you start shouting that I have already posted a Dilemma - That was under Raziel666
Anyhow - for all you wizzes
There is a Velvet Shorts of Shepherd on the Market
Now to use them I would have to reduce to +2, giving away another 3 points of Perception.
So do I
A. Buy them and save them for when I can use them
or
B. Leave them and save the stones.
As far as I am aware these are really good shorts for gunners.
oh yeah - the shorts are selling for 1100bs
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| Thread: Server Events |
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No No - I think the Boosh has a point
How about this - and I think it is so much better
Night of the Heros - Every day - there we go events solved.
God sake - Do you not realise that most events that occur actually hinder you rather then help you.
Bad idea, very very bad idea
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| Thread: Signet / Chain of Concentration |
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I'm looking for either
Signet of Concentration starting bid 1350bs
or
Chain of Concentration - starting bid - 1150bs
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| Thread: A real Lol |
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I don't know why - I just really liked this - maybe it cause my parents have dogs and I have a cat and I can see my cat doing this.
WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES.......
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies..' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges.. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now..................
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| Thread: Banned Players |
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Just been trawling throught the Forum as came across an interesting topic. One That has been talked about but I want to put forward a suggestion. Whether the Organizers of BW argree or disagree or whether a forum mod deems this to be in the wrong section - Its worth another conflab.
It has to do with Banned players in Z's 1,2 & 3.
Now lets face it, these squares are a premium, every decent clan looks for them and every decent player want to be in there, however there comes a time when someone for what ever reason want to try again and creates a second player and get themselves banned for it.
We have just lost a valuable square one that can never be reclaimed.
Prehaps a patch can be made either allowing sieges against banned players or a message saying that this player has been banned and you have 7 days to claim this square by a siege before that account is completely deactivated and the square is lost for good.
I know that players are deleted from the game periododically, but it seems that they are left on the server for ages.
It's just a thought - where good or bad - I would love to know your thoughts.
Just a final thought - what would happen is a player was banned and they were in Z1? - That would be counter productive for all of us - so we need something in place.
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| Thread: Ridiculous Prices... |
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Yep basically
So better start either saving those stone
or POP if you're necro
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| Thread: Ridiculous Prices... |
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What you are looking at is a very simple equation.
People will pay what they think that item is worth, despite what it is.
If the masses exept that an item cost 20ss - even if it was for a basic club, then that will set the selling price.
and because the masses except that price - we all agree to pay it.
This will fluxuate as time progresses. A real good example of this would be Shorts of Shepherd.
1 year ago the masses really wanted these shorts so people where prepared to pay a minimum of a SS for these. (Remember no prefix)
As time progressed and these shorts because less desirable and the price dropped. I bought mine for a coupe of HS not less then a few months ago.
The same will apply for everything in this game.
So for those that do not follow the masses I'm afraid it really is tough luck, you just have to live with it.
I do and so do most other players.
And there end my 2 pence worth.
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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I can understand where you are coming from Lys - if you read the proper format on this novel thoughts are in Italic - for some reason it didn't copy accross property
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| Thread: Happy Buys |
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Yeah - I know its a bit pointless however it good to show off sometimes - gives you a feel good factor on the odd occation
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| Thread: Legendary Perfect Shuriken |
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If you have the right set up it could be made into a rather deadly weapon.
I would eval at 8k and if someone has the right set up to boost the damage - you may get a couple k more
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| Thread: Legendary Good Scythe of Dracula (+3) |
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What we have here is a record breaking weapon
andone that every top level one handed player will sell al of their equip to get their hands on.
Start bid should be about 25SS
and you should see a final bit of 35-40 if not more.
One of the best 1 handed weapons I have ever come across
Congrats
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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To the followers of this story - This will be a chapter that you will all be waiting for. So I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 29
Raziel stood at the back of the boat watching the wake disperse into the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean. He pondered his thoughts for a while on how this wake seemed to tell his life. He found himself saddened at the thought that now confronted him.
This wake started close, full of power. The white of the waves churned out from the propellers bringing an almost electric force to the water.
Then the further down the line the displacement moved, the more it dissipated into the background of the vast existence.
He had never really thought about his actions, only that no matter what, it was always better to be alone. That way you had no one to worry about when they needed help. No one who relied on you when they were hard up. No one to have to listen when they were feeling down.
Before Diablo went to work on him, having to rely on people seemed unnecessary and a waste of time.
Yet for all his previous thoughts, Diablo made sure that he saw things in a new light. He found out from Viona one night when it was her 'shift' to watch over him as he recuperated from his injuries about Elfinlied. About how she was Maiden's daughter.
He listened to Viona nearly breakdown in tears over what she did to him and the fact that all of this was all her fault. He wanted to say something at the time but was still too weak to say anything.
Raziel looked at the night sky. The starts where out in full force with not a cloud to be seen. The wind was calm, only the soft hum from the engines reminded him that there was life around him.
So many nights he looked at the stars and thought that these must be the loneliest objects he could ever think and he lost count of the amount of times he compared himself to these starts. He wasn't so sure now. Too many people risked everything for him. For once he wanted answers, but didn't know what questions to ask. This troubled him.
If there were other thought running through his head they where interrupted by the sounds of footfalls approaching him. He needed not turn around to know who was standing behind him. Her smell alone gave her away.
"Maiden."
"Raziel."
Raziel wasn't sure what to say. Normally he would have said nothing. Maybe a sarcastic remark. This time he really didn't want to. He wanted this talk. The one he knew when he first spoke to her on that rooftop they would have to discuss.
Maiden placed her arms on the railing and leaned over the edge of the boat. She had a million and one questions. But didn't want to ask them.
When she first started looking for him she was hell bent on destroying him. When she then saw him, she really wanted to hurt him. Now, she really didn't know.
"How you feeling?" She asked.
'What the hell am I saying? How are you feeling? God could I ask such a stupid question.'
"As well as could be expected. You?" Raziel responded.
'Why the small talk Maiden? It's not like you to not get straight to the point.'
"Same."
The two stood and gazed at the stars for another couple of minutes.
"I'm sorry to hear about your daughter."
'I really am. I don't know what it would be like to lose someone you love. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.'
"I wish I could tell you that after being three weeks at sea I was over it. I would be lying though. It still hurts like hell. Second time I've lost her.
'How do you say goodbye to something you love more than life itself?'
"Second time? Do you want to talk about it?"
'I suppose I owe this to her. I am the one who inadvertently caused her death.'
"You want to know more about my daughter?"
'What the hell happened to you? You've never taken an interest in anything I've ever said or done. What did Diablo do you?'
Raziel turned his head and looked back down the boat. He followed the fake wooden deck to the main hub. A steel mounted container in the middle of the deck. The stairs to the lower deck and the entry to the bridge could be found in here. He turned back to the water.
"When I was being tortured by Diablo. I didn't think that anyone would come for me. Let’s be honest here I not exactly Mr. Likable. Anyhow, it was on one of those nights that I tried to remember anything about my past. Trouble was too much came back and let’s just say I didn't like what I saw. I suppose everyone has their breaking point and Diablo found mine."
Raziel stopped to take a breath. He stared at the full moon and pondered what to say next. Did he continue down his current choice of path or should he just end the conversation now and return to his former life. The latter option seemed the easiest yet he would himself wanting the first option.
"I've been in this world for so long and I have seem so much death and destruction that after a while thats all you think about. I lost myself to this world and never even thought about the people I hurt along the way. You're not the first I've walked away from. Until that night I never even gave it much thought. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what I should be sorry for, just that I am."
'I wish I knew what I was apologising for. If I'm honest with myself I don't know. Prehaps it for all the misery I have caused. Not just to you but to everyone.'
"You're sorry? If this was the old you I would have said you where taking the piss. I don’t know why but I believe you. Whatever happened to you in that dungeon changed you."
'Oh Raziel, what happened to you? There has to be more then you are telling me. I know you and I know you are not saying these words lightly.'
Maiden looked for the right words to say. Nothing seemed to fit so she decided it was best to come clean with her feelings. Something Elfinlied always tried to teach her.
"I met you what? Two hundred years ago, give or take."
Raziel nodded.
"You have to understand, I had only just been turned. I didn’t know what I was or who I was. I knew that my former live was no more. Did I ever tell you my name was Sarah? And that I was married? I can't remember."
Raziel shook his head and continued to say nothing.
"All that was taken from me. My husband was killed protecting my daughter and for some reason or another I found myself in the arms of a Vicar named Artoir and it was he who converted me. Funny and quite Ironic, know I think about it. He was a man of god. If you can't trust them who can you trust?"
Maiden let out a slight chuckle.
"Anyhow. After that incident I met you. You opened the world to me and you showed me almost everything I know today about being a Vampire. How to blend, how to fight and how to feed. Who are my friends and my enemies? You have to understand back then I fell absolutely in love with you. I worshipped you and everything that you stood for."
Maiden was quick to wipe the tear that managed to escape her eye.
"How many placed did you show me. I mean remember the time we joined up with Scyanide and took on that hunters nest in Berlin?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"You and Scyanide didn't stop arguing the entire trip. I swear I could have banged both of your heads together. Now I can see the funny side of it. Then we came back here. I remember the first flat we used to share. It was huge. It must have been at least three times the size of my old house. To you it was a crash pad."
She looked over to Raziel for a response. She didn't get one, but she knew he was listening and not brushing it off like normal.
"Then there was this darkness you had. I don't know how to explain it, but you had this power over people, like you could have commanded an army. People would just follow you on your say so. I wish I knew how you did that. But if I know you, I'll wager that even you don't know, right?"
"Yeah."
'You're right you know. I really have no idea why people did what I asked. I always wanted to be left alone and yet where ever I went people always followed.'
"I was happy. I knew in some little part of my mind that you didn't care for me. Even though for over ten years we shared the same bed. I may have loved you, but you didn't love anything back. And I was fine pretending that you did.”
'Was I fine with that? Looking back on it I lost count the number of times you walked out the door and left me a crying heap on the ground. Is it no wonder I was looking for revenge when you came back into my life.'
“Then one day you disappeared. No note, no phone call, nothing. I was devastated. Everything I knew fell apart and I ended up wandering the streets for another couple of years. I suppose I had street smarts now. I was always able to find a place to stay. I was ever able to make some good money. But nothing replaced you."
Raziel was starting to feel uncomfortable. He never realized or gave any thought to Maiden's genuine feelings. For him those eleven years was just a chapter in his life. Another person come and gone when he decided it was time to move on.
'Sorry won't cut it will it Maiden. I need to let you know how I felt about that night I left and tell you everything that I did from there on. I owe that to you, don't I?'
"Sorry."
"For some reason I believe you. You wanted to know about Aria? My daughter."
Maiden took a deep breath.
"After you left me, it must have been a couple of years. I can't quite remember. I ran into a young sixteen year old punk. I don't need to describe her as I think you can guess what she would look like.
She never changed even when she was turned. Anyhow, she was so happy and I must have been having a down turn at that point cause she found me in a bar, drink in hand. Well if I have to be honest I think it was my tenth.
She wouldn't leave me alone, something about recognizing me from somewhere. She got me talking. Funny that I found out that her father was killed protecting her when she was three and her mother ran off somewhere never to be seen again."
Another pause.
"I realized right then and there that she was Aria. But rather then tell her who I was. I decided that I should play along and be her friend. Honestly I don't think she would have believed me anyhow as I still looked as I did thirteen years ago."
"What happened to your daughter then if you where looking out for her?"
Maiden chocked at little at the start. The memory still a little painful.
"Two years later, we went out clubbing, I was enjoying my life. She made it fun and exciting. There was something about her that gave you a wanting to carry on. An excitement, I can't put my finger on it.
Something happened in that club with her boyfriend at the time. She ran outside crying. I have never seen her cry over a bloke. A torn jacket maybe, when her favorite teddy lost an arm, she cried for a week. But for a man, never.
'At least I thought never. We can all be wrong sometimes.'
Raziel looked at her with intent as she carried on.
"I knew she had been seeing this guy for a while now, I guess we all grow up a little when we are that age and we all fall for someone I suppose. Turns out that she did indeed love this guy, he however, didn't reciprocate. In fact she found him kissing another girl; he laughed in her face and told her she was nothing.
I tried to comfort her, but I knew what she really wanted at the point was a parent to tell her everything was going to be ok.
So I told her who I was. Big mistake. She called me some rather unpleasant names and then wanted to know how I could be so cruel as I knew how much the loss of her parent really affected her. She told me she never wanted to see me again and ran off."
'I should have run after her. I should have made her see some sense, then what happened next would never of happened.'
"Then what? I presume she came round to her senses?"
"Not exactly. I decided that this connection was a bad idea and started walking home with all the intent of never seeing her again. I'm not sure if I would call it luck or a nightmare that was about to begin. I heard a scream from one of the alleys. I didn't have to second guess. I knew it was her.
By the time I got to her, she had been raped and stabbed repeatedly. Aria collapsed on the floor blood everywhere and her breathing was getting weaker by the minute. I knew if I turned her, she would have a fighting change. If I did nothing, she would have died in my arms."
'Looking back now, I was so selfish but can you blame me for what I did? Aria I hope where ever you are you can forgive me.'
"So I turned her. One of the good things about being a best friend to her was I knew all her secrets. I also knew where this ex-boyfriend of her would be and I knew my daughter would be hungry for blood.
I carried her round to the house, by this time the blood rage had kicked in and most of her more serious injuries had healed. I told her to have some fun and shall we say; I opened the door for her.
For the next ten minutes I listened with a smile on my face as her ex and the woman he was sleeping with screamed in terror as her tore the life from both of them. Once the screaming stopped I went in to find her.
She was cuddling both of them like a lion cuddled his victim to make sure no one else could have it. I told her it was ok. They were hers to enjoy and to talk to me in the living room when she was ready.
So I waited about half an hour and down came by daughter. I told her to sit down and to my surprise she did exactly what I told her to do. I then told her the truth about me and what happened that night thirteen years ago.
In the end both of us agreed that we needed a new start. She asked me why I called my self Maiden and I explained. It took her the rest of the night, but in the end she choose the name Elfinlied. I got the excuse that it sounded happier then Aria. The real reason. I guess I will never know. We both agreed though that our pasts where indeed dead. We agreed that the route of being friends seemed the most appropriate and the rest is history.
So that explains what happened with me and my daughter. does that satisfy you're curiosity?"
"Yeah. thank you."
'I wish I never asked. Those where personal to you. So why did you just tell me all of that. After everything I've done and you still want to trust me? I suppose I still have a lot to learn.'
"I have a question for you. I know what I thought all those years ago, but now I'm not so sure. Did I love you?"
"I'm not sure. Some part of you may have done, I think it's more the fact you loved the darkness. You fell in love with what I am rather than who I am and you were prepared to over look the rest."
"Perhaps."
Maiden pushed off the rails and gave Raziel a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for listening to me. Anyhow we need to get back below and start to formulate a plan. Getting to Japan is one thing. Finding and taking down Patris and Icon is something else."
"I'll be there is a second."
"Ok, but only a second otherwise I'll send Fregillon out to get you." Raziel was sure that Maiden was smiling at him.
"I'll be down. Promise."
With the promise that Raziel would follow, she turned on her heals, entered the cabin and shut the door behind her.
Raziel turned back to the sea. 'I have leant more about you in the last ten minutes then I have known about you in the last two hundred years, all because you trust me. Maybe it's time for a change.'
Raziel honored his promised to Maiden and headed for the door that lead down to the hold where the other where waiting for him.
He looked back at the moon. Its white light had faded a dull rust red as the blood moon started to settle in. Raziel knew the final fight would soon be coming to a close and he hoped that he had the strength to finish off what he had started.
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| Thread: Happy Buys |
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Have you ever bought something or things in the auction and thought that you have bought something worth while? Yes! Then place that in there
I'll start
Just bought the following
Good Beretta +2
Suit of the Death Sower +3
Deadly Balaclava of Precog +5
Paid a grand total of 362bs
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| Thread: Angels of Death |
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A.O.D - It in the Name
We're back and this time I'm looking for people that want to shake the foundations of Bloodwars.
Who are we? - you won;t need to ask for very long most of the top player know who I am. I took a break and know I'm back.
Want to be part of a clan that knows what it want to achieve. Help with expos and have a say in the over running of the clan.
Well - Send an application and you will be accepted.
We will accept all points, I only ask that you are active daily and have a real yearing for power.
Also do not be worried about having you squares taken by the big guys. I know most of them so if ones does try it. I just have to call on some suppost
Look forward to seeing you soon
Raziel Black (Formerly Raziel666)
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| Thread: Angels of Death |
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Angels Of Death
Who are we?
We are hunters, killers, lovers
What are we?
Shadows, ghosts and nightmares
But know this
The essence of death
Surrounds us, Covers us, Uses us
We openly welcome you to our world
but be warned, once you open Pandora's Box
It can never be shut
Come to the darkness and start to behold
The beginning of your end, The decrecration of your soul
Your eternal damnation
A struggle, No hope
Only death
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| Thread: The Angel of Death |
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As Promised
The next installment of my story
Nothing huge - just an interesting filler
Chapter 28
Smoke and dust filled the doorway. The pale grey covering all it touched. Fregillon and Mortis looked at each other both with that look of triumph and disappointment.
Both of them wanted the privilege of killing Diablo and now no one person could lay to this claim.
Mortis tore the grenade launcher from Fregillon's hands. "I though I told you to leave my stuff alone."
"Fuck that shit!" Came to response. "We got the job done didn't we?"
Mortis said nothing and turned to head back to the other who had gathered in the centre of the grand hallway. A few thoughts entered Mortis's mind, but at the end of the day he knew Fregillon was right. They had done what they came to do."
Maiden was the first to meet up with Mortis. As much as she wanted to smile that Diablo lay underneath a ton of rubble, the loss of her daughter was still weighted heavily on her shoulders.
Flash wandered over to his mate and placed an arm over him and smiled. "Nice job."
"Wow. What you so fucking happy about?"
"You know, to be honest I'm not sure, perhaps for the first time I have that closure I wanted. You know everything that has happened to me over the last six months."
"You ain't seen shit yet. Just wait till we reach Japan. Then we get to work on the hard stuff. This..." He swung his arm to indicate everything in the mansion. "This was just fucking child's play."
"Please tell me your screwing with me."
"Fregillon let loose a loud chuckle. "Oh course I'm fuckin' with ya. You think I wanna go through this fucking shit again. No fucking way!"
Flash let out a breath of relief and laughed at Fregillon. He wasn’t sure why he was laughing, but it felt good either way.
Viona was helping Raziel limp towards Maiden and Mortis. For her too much had gone on and she still felt that his who scenario that they just played out was all her fault.
She could help but feel ashamed. She wished she could turn the clock back and re-done it all again. Then she reminded herself that what is done is done and there was nothing she could do to change it. The only thing she could do was to move forward.
Mortis came over to give a hand. "We need to get out of here and head for Japan as Raziel suggested. I can get us a boat, but the journey will take some time."
"What ever it takes us will take Patris just as long, but I do agree we need to get a move on. However the doors locked and I don't really want to carry Raziel back through the passage. That is of course Diablo didn't shut and lock it."
"I would be disappointed if he didn't."
Maiden walked over to the entranceway. The main solid oak double doors locked with a couple of large bolts. She could see through the keyhole to the outside world. The faint rays of the red sun starting to bring the light to the world.
Fregillon called over to her. "Can't we blow the fucking door off?"
Mortis was quick to answer. "What with? We used the last of the grenades we had taking down Diablo."
"Aw for fuck sake. This is all we need. Trapped in a house with no fucking exit whilst some jumped up little prick is off right now to either end or rule the world." Fregillon kicked the nearby wall. "Great! This is really just so fucking great!"
"Got it!" Maiden cried.
"What the fuck have you got, hopefully the way out of here."
Maiden pulled the handled on the oak doors and pulled. They opened easily and for the first time in what seemed like days, they gazed upon the outdoors. Mortis truck was still parked out on the drive. Completely untouched.
"Wow guess neither Patris or Diablo even contemplated that we would actually win. Come on let go."
The team carrying Raziel left the mansion and headed down towards the truck. They all clambered in with the exception of Fregillon who grabbed a lighter from the centre console.
"Be right back."
"What the...?" Mortis replied.
Fregillon interrupted. "Trust me." He said it with a smile.
"Never in a million years."
"I wouldn't have it any other fucking way."
Mortis gave a slight laugh. He was starting to understand Fregillon's impulse a little more and he began to also understand why for all his brashness and profanity, why people like him.
Fregillon ran back up the stone stairs he mind racing faster then his legs. So many memories here. He recalled the party he once had for one of his birthdays. So many people. So many good times. His best mate Dave bringing him coke and prostitutes to keep his going for the evening.
He remembered his father face when he returned home, the house trashed, food, glasses and beer cans littered everywhere. Men and women collapsed on the floor. The amount of arguments he had.
He had always told people that a fire destroyed the house as a result of one of the parties, but Fregillon remembered what really happened.
It was after a row with his father. He said a few things he shouldn't have said expecting the usual from his dad. A fist to the round the back of the face, the your such a disappointment speech. But this time none of that. Instead he found himself out on the streets with no clothes, no money. Nothing. He had been kicked out.
It was that night that Fregillon through a Molotov cocktail through one of the open windows and set the fire that gutted the original house.
He remembered the screams of his father from the upstairs bedroom. He remembered his father looking right at him as the realization of what he had done to his son has set in. Fregillon remembered his pleads of help falling on deaf ears as he walked away from the mansion.
Fregillon final thoughts came down to the police turning up and he sat there on the charred remains of the stone steps with forced tears running from his eyes as he told the police about the horrific attack from a gang of youths and how he vowed to bring them to justice for the death of his father.
Fregillon entered the mansion once again. The lighter in hand and looking for something he could set alight. He pondered the curtains, but there was always the possibility that the fire would not spread through the entire house.
The thought finally hit him, he ran to the stainless steel work topped kitchen. Fregillon hated this place, always reminded him of the hospital. He moved to the stove and turned on all the gas hobs to maximum.
With that done, he paced back to the grand hallway and proceeded to light all fours sets of curtains. It took a while for the material to light, however once lit he knew they would not go out. Once done he left the mansion one again to join the others.
Fregillon bounded down the stone steps across the gravel drive and hopped back into the front seat of the truck. He looked behind to see everyone else crammed in the back.
He looked at Raziel, his eyes where open but he still did not seem coherent. Fregillon thought it best to leave him for the time being and let him recuperate.
He turned to Mortis, who had control of the vehicle. "Lets get the fuck out of here and fast."
"Why? What have you done?"
"Lets just say I've taken care of the ghoul problem. Or I will have in a few minutes."
Mortis looked out the window to see the fire flickering against the windowpanes. He turned back to Fregillon. "What have you done?"
"For fuck sake move before we are all fucked! I've turned the fucking gas on, so go go go!"
"You stupid little..." Maiden cut Mortis short.
"Ok he been a bit of a prick, but hmm... lets talk about this at a later time please. I have no wish to be dead just yet."
As much as Mortis wanted to continue the argument he knew he would have plenty of time to box Fregillon ears on the boat. He rammed the stick to D and hit his foot hard on the gas.
The wheel of the truck spun on the gravel for a few second before it picked up the grip and sped off down the lane.
Maiden looked over at the Ridge Valley Cliffs. The wind has picked up slightly and she could see the ash of Elfinlied and Artoir dissipate over the water. She couldn’t help feel the moisture of a tear roll down her cheek.
'Good-bye and I love you. I always have and I always will.'
The mansion exploded with such ferocity, that stone, wood and ghoul part where scattered over a large area and a fireball was sent hurtling skywards.
Fregillon stuck his head out the window and managed to get a glance at his handiwork. The popped his head back in the car and smiled.
The only thought to cross his mind 'One down, one to go'
The truck rolled over the crest of a hill and disappeared. Their destination, the port in New LA and then onwards to Japan to stop whatever horrors Patris had to throw at them.
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I've sorta stopped playing BW as work really got too much. However - I have got a couple more chapters - but I will post the next one next week.
I also forgot my log in password - so had to create a new account on the forum.
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Sorry Guys for the story sabatical - however I have done some more but I will not post until next week to give me some time.
Anyhow - I hope you enjoy this
Chapter 27
"Raziel!" If the call from Maiden was suppose to stir some sort of consciousness from Raziel, it didn't work. Another shout again falling of deaf ears.
"Fuck sake man, do not be dead on us. I did not come all this fucking way for you to be dead."
Viona stared at him, her mind racing a hundred thoughts a minute. 'This was all my fault.' Came the first thing to enter her mind followed by 'I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.'
Mortis looked over to the wall where the chains where attached. Pointing over to the other side of the wall, Flash understood what Mortis was trying to do. He hurried over to the other chain, pulled the flail from off his back and took a massive swing,
The heads connected with the eye of ring imbedded into the wall. A large clink and a few sparks and the chain shattered. Mortis had done something similar to the other chain and the two women caught Raziel as he fell.
Fregillon felt rather useless propped up against the wall. He wished he was able to help out, however, the wounds where still causing a lot of pain. Something he could have done without. He let a small smile pass his lips. 'Last time I let those little fuckers get the better of me.'
Maiden and Viona carefully and gently placed Raziel of the floor. Viona placed the back of her hand over Raziel's mouth. She could feel the a slight breeze against her skin. She nodded an approval over to Maiden.
Good so he is alive, Now we need to get him out of here. Mortis, Can you and Flash carry him?"
"Great I'll fucking drag myself with my lips then shall I?"
"I've got Raziel." Viona piped up, "All things considering, It's the least I could do. Flash, I suggest you see to your Fregillon."
Flash gave his agreement and again allowed Fregillon to use him as a crutch.
"Mai...den..."
"Raziel?" Surprise took her more then anything. "Keep quiet, you need to save your strength.
"No... You must reach...The temple of the Rising Sun."
"I don't understand. What Temple?"
"The Temple of the Rising Sun... You need to be there... Stop Patris..."
"Ok we will do, but first we need to get you out of here."
"No... Leave me... Go to Japan... Stop Patris."
"No way. I have lost far to much to just leave you here. You're coming with us whether you like it or not. I am sick of your bloody stubbornness."
Raziel went quiet and gave a slight nod. Viona and Mortis followed the other out of the room, back through the corridor and back up the stair.
They reached the grand hallway. The bodies of the Ghouls still littered around the floor. The door to the drawing room still barred and the sounds to moaning and groaning echoing through the sense oak.
"We need to get out of here. Now." Mortis shouted the command at the others.
Fregillon was quick to respond. "Really, hadn't really fucking noticed."
Maiden quickly ran to the front door and tried the handle. "It's locked."
"Did you think I was just going to let you walk out of here alive?"
Everyone turned to around. At the top of the stair stood Diablo. His trench coat dangling by his sides. his favourite Uzis in hand.
"Well. You really think I would let you walk in here and take Raziel?"
The others didn't really have any kind of retort. Various responses passed through each of their minds, but no one said anything.
Diablo stood there with puzzling look of his face. He had questions and for once he really didn't want answers. He also had answers to questions that the ones standing on front of him could only wish they would ask. He pondered briefly before deciding to share a little. After all no one was leaving here alive.
"You know I have to worry abut Patris..." Diablo turned and started to stroll aimlessly across the mezzanine. "No actually I don't, but the outcome could be fun. I'm really not sure what that boy is getting himself into."
"Yeah, when I get that little fucker, I'll give him something to worry about."
Diablo leaned causally against one of the pillars that ran through upper floor. "My dear party boy, you have no idea. You are a pathetic little flea compared to what Patris will do should he succeed. Personally I look forward to it."
"What will happen?" Viona asked a small amount of worry accented in her voice.
"Oh my little blonde beauty, why do you think I'm going to tell you?" Diablo swung his body round the pillar and relocked his gaze on Viona. "Well?"
Viona stayed silent.
"I though as much. You see with my nature I want to tell you everything. I'm a nice guy like that. But you know, you come into my house, destroy my things and steal my objects. I just don't feel like sharing."
"Please cut the fucking bullshit or give me a gun so I can top you myself. Man I never realised what a self obsessed little prick you are."
"For once I actually agree with the mouth over here." Mortis said pulling out an MPK5. "I have a message for you from a friend of mine."
Mortis pulled the trigger and unleashed a hail of bullets at his intended victim. The other ran under the mezzanine for some protection.
Diablo used the pillar for protection as the bullets either stuck the marble or sailed passed him harmlessly. He spun back round and unleashed a torrent of his own.
Mortis dived forward and rolled out of the sprays way. The parquet flooring being torn up by the stream.
Mortis pulled a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin and threw it over then ledge.
"Shit!." Diablo ran from the ensuing blast. He was blown off his feet and came to rest on his face. A small cut appear from his forehead and he could feel the warmth of his blood run down his face.
Mortis darted to the other for some safety and a quick breather. Maiden ran out holding taking Fregillon berretta from his. Diablo was heading down the stairs when they glanced at each other.
He smiled and she returned the favour. "Because of you I lost my reason to live. It's only fitting I do the same by killing you."
Diablo pulled round his shotguns, took aim and opened fire. Maiden easily darted and avoided the shells. She ran towards the stairs pulling the trigger and watching as she missed with every single shot.
Diablo continued to make is way down the stairs, occasionally stopping to let a bullet whiz by. He turned to face her. She was gone. 'That's not possible.'
A scream from above and a quick jump to the left allow Diablo to narrowly avoid her blades. 'So that was you plan. Get in close. Very good.'
Maiden attacked once again. She was now in close quarters. A fighting style she was both use to and preferred. Her blades glistened against the artificial light as she took two quick swings followed by a roundhouse.
Diablo blocked them all and countered with a fist to her chest. She staggered slightly and Diablo continued the onslaught with another left right combo followed with a reverse elbow to the side of her head.
Maiden dropped to one knee then rolled quickly out of way of Diablo's foot. She spun her legs round for a sweep that was easily avoided then spun on her hands and kept her legs out in the split. The first and second kick caught Diablo in the side, followed by a double foot kick in the mid section and a reverse cartwheel kick to the chin.
Diablo was sent sprawling backwards. He hit the ground hard but was able to keep his wits about him. He pulled out one of his Beretta’s and sent a single bullet Maiden's way.
The shot caught her in the mid section and she dropped to her knees. The pain exploding through her body. Diablo aimed his gun for a second a time. Directly for her head.
What was intended to the best head shot turned into a dodging frenzy as Flash came in, flail swinging. Diablo ducked the first swing and rolled from the next. Flash brought his weight down for a third swing and could do nothing as Diablo jumped out of the way.
Diablo struck Flash round the face several times with the butt of his gun. He was too close to be able to send a bullet before Flash would tear his head off. This was followed with a series of knees to the chest and finally a roundhouse to the face.
Flash staggered. Blood dripped from his mouth and all he could feel as anger and hatred. He felt the same rage burn throughout his body as he did the other day. He could feel the lines of his shirt tearing.
He looked Diablo straight in the eyes. "You're mine."
He reached out with this honking arms and grabbed Diablo round the head and lifted him clean off the floor. Diablo tried for a series of kicks, but to no avail. lash lost all feelings of pain. He could see the burning fire in Flash's eyes.
Flash brought his arms back toward him as hard as he could dragging Diablo with him. once in range a split second later, Flash brought his head down on the bridge of his adversaries nose.
A sickening crunch followed by an explosion of blood confirmed that he has shattered Diablo nose. Flash locked his fingers together as one big fist and swung it like baseball bat.
Diablo flew through the air and crumpled on the marble floor. He could feel the throbbing pain from his dislocated cheek and decided that how was the time to run, otherwise it would be the death of him.
A quick glance was all he needed. The way back to the basement was clear, if he would make it then he could reach the underground cavern he created and with that an exit that lead to the shores.
He made a charge down the hall and towards the basement door. Mortis ran over to start of the hallway. "We have to catch him!"
"I don't fucking think so." He grabbed one of Mortis's grenade launchers from off his back. It had one final shot left and one was all Fregillon wanted. Mortis pulled the other one round. In his own mind he wanted to take Diablo down and refused to let Fregillon take all the credit.
The two pulled the trigger and sent the grenades bouncing down the hallway. Diablo slide feet first down the stairs, knowing nothing of the people he left behind, hopefully they would have more concerns getting Raziel to safety. Something he would deal with another time.
He came to rest at the bottom of the stair, a little out of breath, but no real noises except for two metallic object bouncing down the stairs.
There was no need to guess, though this years of weapons training he knew.
He knew he was defeated.
"Bravo people. Bravo."
A small smirk passed his lips as the grenades detonated sending everything to black.
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