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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 2:38 pm
He went home to his room; the first time in weeks. Locking the door behind him, he pulled out the legendary, blessed text: The Anarchist's Cookbook. Flipping through it's pages, he began to speak to himself.
"Hmmm... No.... Too weak... Too obvious... Too large... Hmmmm..." He topped at one page. "This shall do. Hmmmm.... Let's see... I should multiply this recipe by at least 50, and make a special pack..." Guaranteed, the next day of school would be.... a real blast.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 4:23 pm
Mobius Nightshade (Not all of it. It's difficult for a non-believer to find a complete book. And even if I did read it all, I'd only remember about 60% of it anyway. I try to study a little of every religion.) (ah...i see, quite cleaver, i too study near every religion. )
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 5:07 pm
It was the next morning, and T.J. arrived at school in a black trenchcoat and shades. It was 3:00 in the morning, and nobody was there. He samshed open the door with a crowbar. As the alarm sounded, he bombed every room he could get to, and pelted the hallway behind him. Finally, he reached the office. "Soon... it will all be over... No extinguisher or water can put out these flames... As soon as they try to fight it, they'll hurt themselves. I may be cornered, but that's a good thing. Soon, the flames will get me, and I'll be rid of this world. And the fact that I'm in here will draw moths into the flame..." He sat in the corner, calmly awaiting his death like nothing was going on...
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 3:06 pm
(well he's messed up isn't he????)
she woke up and wen't to the school. she had a bad fealing but what????
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 5:51 pm
(A few soldiers short of a platoon.)
He passed out from the fumes. Soon, he would not have to worry about anything for eternity... Soon, his suffering would be over...
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:05 pm
(yes, his tree doesn't go to the top branch does it? rofl )
she ran into the room, having smelled it. she looked at him, "are you insaine???!!!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 5:25 pm
Being unconscious, he could offer no reply.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 1:40 pm
mark walks in the cemetary and has a tear in his eye
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 1:41 pm
she moans in frustration and drags him out, she takes a fire extinguisher and puts out the fire. she kneels by him, tapping his cheek lightly with a cloth. "oh just grate!!!!!!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 1:47 pm
He woke up. After coughing a bit, he looked at the school; it was relatively unharmed. "Damn it..." His voice was weak, but his attitude was stronger than ever.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 8:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:23 pm
(nothin muck, exept for mobius's char being a complete nutter. you??)
she looked at him, "what where you thinking???!!!!!!???? are you out of it?????????"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:45 pm
'Are you out of it!? Everything was going so well!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:47 pm
"WHAT!!!????!!!! YOU NEARLY KILLED PEOPLE!!!!!!!! DUDE YOUR MENTAL!!!!!!."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:59 pm
"No, everyone else is mental! Everyone thinks that they're guaranteed happiness, and that they won't have to deal with problems if they're good little people, when what's really going on is that all of it can be taken away in an instant! God is a b*****d kid with a magnifying glass. He could help us, make our lives better, but instead he chooses to fry whoever he feels like, and laughs as his victims squirm! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE IT ALL TAKEN AWAY!"
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