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Gone in Sixty Seconds (I got to see the original Elanore up close and personal...I have pictures) "There will always be women in rubber flirting with me..."

Mahnamahna!

The world around him exploded into a dark fiery turmoil as the unbridled rage of his master was released upon the memory of an old fiend. The knight stood, and watched everything distort and rip apart, only to mend back together. "He was a powerful being, indeed." "Good." he said, as he began...

"Greatest General..." He chuckled at the very thought while the screams of the innocent died out to the sound of grunting and popping embers. "For years...generations I have lead the willing to their death. Deaths that have brought me great victories and praise that follows my name to wherever...

While Master Hotho was describing the Slaad to Chamberlain, a small homonculi approached and handed him a towel to wipe the blood off with. He peered over the pyres that served as the final resting place for a few tormented souls. The sounds of the dead and dying are almost music to his ears...

"This woman shall be your first..." Joshua nodded as Hotho left the room and closed the door behind him. He took a deep breath and stared at the naked woman. Even through the sheets, he could see her temperature rise with anxiety. She was nervous and her accelerated pulse showed it...

While the voices of the liche bounced off his skull and the hallway walls, the knight's eyes stayed transfixed on the female vixen...all the way up until she disappeared. He then found it interesting to watch her warm footprints cool off and leave just the trace hint of her presense. Not...

There was no pain, no screaming, no death...only peace as the knight rolled over in his bed. His hand brushed over the satin sheets...smooth...caressing and enveloping his body. He felt good. He felt strong. As he opened his eyes, his vision was completely blurred. It was dim in the room as...

I'm not going to boast and brag about this, but as far as I can remember, and as far as Unholy Charm can recall...nobody had ever (before this clip) taken online textual roleplay to the next step: Audio. Unofficially, I'd like to think that the following clip I made for a roleplay last year is...

Found it....pondering if it should go in its own nitfy thread

-waddles by like a kid following a trail of candy-

The smell of the rotten flesh was ingested into his body, yet it wasn't obnoxious and foul. In fact, it had a sweet scent, almost like a truffle. While the corpse pushed against his shoulders, the dripping blood splatting against his cheeks and lips was still enough to disgust the knight and...

"What...what are you talking about!" Chamberlain struggled as the body drug itself on top of him, pinning him to the blood-soaked sand. Overhead, the vultures called out to one another as if they were laughing about the folley of man and beast alike. This is not happening....THIS IS NOT...

"You remember my name, don't you?" What name? What!? The sudden movement of this dead body swept the warmth from the knight's body as he fell backwards and immediately scooted away. They're dead Chamberlain! he tried to assure himself as the rotting body popped and crackled with the movement...

Sparta...I'm about an hour or so away from St. Louis :) Huzzah to us midwesterners!

"How wretched is the sun and earth? How wretched, when neither provide the warmth they once held and instead provide pain...suffering...abandonment." The sky was unobstructed and the sun shone brightly on the sand of the eastern desert. Overhead, black vultures circled overhead, searching...

Its a bird!....No! Its a plane!.... What is it? Har

Yar! It wouldn't be here if I weren't testing to see how it looked on the black or optional white background. Eeeyar!

Yar!

Whoa schnit. Didn't even see the chronicles on the listing until a couple minutes ago. Thanks for the heads up. Mods, please move this?

Home: A place where one could live...could thrive. A perfect home was one that a young man came strolling in looking for. That, and the fact that he was chasing after something...or someone -spooky music here-. The winds of change were blowing past, and fresh grass was growing on wide...

Et, voila. St. Louis Arch at Dusk Sundial in Forset Park, St. Louis Eeyore's Cousin from Africa Bengal Tiger chillaxing in the water. Girlfriend and little sister playing in a Mountain Creek Illinois State Capitol Building Marble bust of President Abraham...

Hail to the geeks! (Certified geek myself in things computer and web) Thanks for the warm welcome all...but with sounds of straight jackets....I dunno. I hope I'm not hopping into some suprise bondage orgy ;) That would be craaazy, heh.

Greetings to everyone, my name is Brian and this would mark my first appearance here at -dot- Org as most of my time has been prior spent at "that which won't be spoken" For those of you that might recognize me, hello again, message me lets catch up on old times. For those that don't, here's...