In the hope that we may matter something, to someone, anywhere, we bathe in our own mind's blood...
Sorry for the long hiatus, my friends. I've been busy not really caring about this guild as of late, and I apologize for that. It's not because I'm avoiding you guys or anything, I've just become disinterested with a lot of things on Gaia. I figure, since I'm here, why not post something so you guys can hear from me?
I'll tell you more about what I've been up to later, but here's a copy paste of something that happened today.
I've been trying to get this game from a rental store to work (what game that is isn't important -coughREACHcough-) for awhile, and decide after two hours that there is no possible way the dang thing will play. So I leave my house to go bring it back, whilst on the phone with a friend of mine who can be classified as being as close to insane as you can without being in the loony bin. A black cat is in my yard, stares at me, and walks off. I, being a sarcastic fellow, say to it, "If I get hit by a car tonight, I'm going to kick your a**."
Everything appears normal as I continue along. Cops are watching me in the parking lot because a bank was robbed recently (I did not find this out until the way back), the highway's empty because it's a quiet town, some kids chilling out in the gas station. I get into the video store, and on my way out, I see this plastic bag sitting on the ground. It looks like something is in it, so naturally, I reach down to go pick it up, and this big black beetle startles me. It's about the size of a quarter, give or take a centimeter, and a pretty fast little bugger. It crawls into the bag, and I wanted to get a better look at it, so I touch it.
Immediately, a small horde of these beetles scurry out all over the sidewalk and the wall. I noticed then, that there were pieces of bread around the bag and several tiny ants eating it. Whatever it was was not around very long, but had attracted the attention of these beetles that I had never seen before. Describing them there to my friend, he said that they were a symbol of death, and that something may be coming after me. I shrugged it off at first, but then that itchy little feeling that someone is following you came around me. It didn't seem hostile, but that didn't mean it wasn't, since there were always what I call Shadow Minions scurrying around the streets late at night. (These creatures look like skeletal humanoids, completely gray and a tail where a waist should be, crawling around on their clawed hands).
My friend told me there were three of them, and they were all quite powerful. He couldn't read from that distance what they looked like, but from what I gathered looking in windows and catching glimpses of something staring out, it was the men in trench-coats again. (These were a group that stalk me in the streets off the highway, but never in the light.) I turned around and witnessed street lights going out close to me, and a shadow whipping up out of sight. He said I should run home. I didn't, and in fact, I placed a protective ward around my house just to be able to tell if they got in or not just before going inside. Having long enough to ponder about it, I ask you all this question.
What the hell was following me tonight?
I posted this up on a different site as well, and the captcha code caught something kind of strange. I played it backwards on Audacity, and found out that photobucket's video had somehow merged with the captcha code; however, this did nothing to explain the incoherency of the voices of the person supposedly reading the code.
I'll tell you more about what I've been up to later, but here's a copy paste of something that happened today.
I've been trying to get this game from a rental store to work (what game that is isn't important -coughREACHcough-) for awhile, and decide after two hours that there is no possible way the dang thing will play. So I leave my house to go bring it back, whilst on the phone with a friend of mine who can be classified as being as close to insane as you can without being in the loony bin. A black cat is in my yard, stares at me, and walks off. I, being a sarcastic fellow, say to it, "If I get hit by a car tonight, I'm going to kick your a**."
Everything appears normal as I continue along. Cops are watching me in the parking lot because a bank was robbed recently (I did not find this out until the way back), the highway's empty because it's a quiet town, some kids chilling out in the gas station. I get into the video store, and on my way out, I see this plastic bag sitting on the ground. It looks like something is in it, so naturally, I reach down to go pick it up, and this big black beetle startles me. It's about the size of a quarter, give or take a centimeter, and a pretty fast little bugger. It crawls into the bag, and I wanted to get a better look at it, so I touch it.
Immediately, a small horde of these beetles scurry out all over the sidewalk and the wall. I noticed then, that there were pieces of bread around the bag and several tiny ants eating it. Whatever it was was not around very long, but had attracted the attention of these beetles that I had never seen before. Describing them there to my friend, he said that they were a symbol of death, and that something may be coming after me. I shrugged it off at first, but then that itchy little feeling that someone is following you came around me. It didn't seem hostile, but that didn't mean it wasn't, since there were always what I call Shadow Minions scurrying around the streets late at night. (These creatures look like skeletal humanoids, completely gray and a tail where a waist should be, crawling around on their clawed hands).
My friend told me there were three of them, and they were all quite powerful. He couldn't read from that distance what they looked like, but from what I gathered looking in windows and catching glimpses of something staring out, it was the men in trench-coats again. (These were a group that stalk me in the streets off the highway, but never in the light.) I turned around and witnessed street lights going out close to me, and a shadow whipping up out of sight. He said I should run home. I didn't, and in fact, I placed a protective ward around my house just to be able to tell if they got in or not just before going inside. Having long enough to ponder about it, I ask you all this question.
What the hell was following me tonight?
I posted this up on a different site as well, and the captcha code caught something kind of strange. I played it backwards on Audacity, and found out that photobucket's video had somehow merged with the captcha code; however, this did nothing to explain the incoherency of the voices of the person supposedly reading the code.
...only to discover that in massacring ourselves, we drive away the ones we want to impress.
