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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 11:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:16 am
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Nathan Explosions Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:30 am
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"Goods ideas..." Skwisgaar said, "I coulds definitely go for somes sleep... or maybe somes you-know-whats..." He headed back inside, his guitar still in hand.
Toki nodded, "I thinks I's goings to go gets somes snacks!" He said, following Skwisgaar back into Mordhaus.
"Aand, I'm gonna go git high." Pickles said, a snarky smirk on his face, "Aafter all, it's what I do best." He gave a stretch comfortably, heading up to his bedroom.
Charles nodded, "Okay... Have a good night, then." he said, "I'll, uh, be working on your next tour... You'll be heading to New York City for your next, uh, gig." Charles knew that they weren't paying attention... it was typical of those boys. Their short-attention spans and their A.D.D. He was used to it by now.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'YOU FAILED'?!? The voice over the intercom was grating and Kalakei groaned. "That Dethklok is too protected at their home..." The dragon growled, carefully removing the bullet from his shoulder, the wound oozing green blood, "It's useless trying to capture them there...or I can't do it alone, anyway..."
Silence was his answer for various seconds. Well... you're too valuable to be killed.... Let us wait for a while... for the right opportunity...
Kalakei nodded, the same reptilian grin coming over his face. "I understand perfectly..." he growled lowly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:41 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:41 pm
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Charles woke early in the morning, as he usually did. Sitting at his desk, the phone rang and he picked it up. "Hello? CFO, Charles Ofdensen speaking, how may I help you? Hmm... well, there's an, uh, million year waiting list to see the band... You know him personally? Can he confirm this? Well, how about you leave your name, address, social security number, insurance information, and a call back number, and we'll give you a call back...." He paused as the girl gave him the information. "Okay, thanks for calling. We'll get back to you soon. Good-bye." He hung up the phone. Interesting... he couldn't be too sure about any visitors to see the band... but this girl didn't seem like she was lying. He'd do a background check and make sure her claims could be confirmed... But when it came to Skwisgaar, any girl claiming to be his love... well, sometimes it didn't end well...
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:57 pm
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Nathan Explosions Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:31 pm
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as Nathan is trying to sleep his phone rings.he checks it,it's Mom,he sighs as he answers his phone
"what mom,what could it possibly be? I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!"
"oh Nathan dear,i just wanted to see how you were doing,you dont ever call anymore."
"that's because im busy all the time doing things with my Band,why exactly did you call me?"
"just want to let my big boy know that your father and i are still alive,your father had his Gaulbladder removed a couple weeks ago,the dog got hit by a car,Mrs.Chrenshaw down the street died from a heart attack"
"MOM I DONT CARE IM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!"
"well ok hunny,i know your busy,just also wanted to say your father and i love you and you should come visit more often,oh i forgot to mention about the---
before his mother could say another word,he hangs up the phone and goes back to sleeping
"i dont understand how that woman lives in the real world"
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 11:03 pm
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Skwisgaar sat at the foot of his bed. The gentle snoring of the women he had slept with the night before joining the barely audible sound of his fingers along the Explorer's frets, and the clicking of his metronome. However, the ringing of his Dethphone rang out and, he put down his guitar on the bed to go answer it. "Hello?" the Swede asked.
"I got a call from a girl named 'Emma Lindberg'. She claimed to, uh, know you." Ofdensen's voice said from over the phone.
Skwisgaar had almost dropped the phone. He had forgotten about Emma... he had left her back in Sweden after he had seen his mother... He reached for his guitar, fingers speedily playing as he tried to concentrate on the sweeping arpeggios rather than his mother's promiscuity.
"So... do you, uh, know this girl?
Skwisgaar glanced at the phone. He had forgotten that he was talking to their manager. So many things happening at once. "Ja... I knows her... But whys is shes callings for?" the guitarist asked.
"She said that she, uh, wanted to talk to you." Ofdensen replied, "She wanted to see you. She didn't say anything else."
"Lets her comes then!" Skwisgaar said quickly, but he caught the sudden burst of emotion, "I-I means, sure... it ams fine."
"Okay, then." Ofdensen said, "I'll, uh, call her back then."
Once Skwisgaar heard the click on the other end of the phone, he hung up. Emma... that sweet, cute girl he left back in Sweden... he hadn't even said good-bye to her... Truthfully, he hadn't wanted to see her again... He glanced back at the sluts laying behind him, he reached for his guitar, and went back to his practicing. Maybe she'll be takings a long time to gets here... he thought hopefully.
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Nathan Explosions Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 1:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 5:05 pm
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Nathan Explosions Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 6:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 8:49 pm
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