

Pistol Grip Pump In a moment of emotional instabilityPistol Grip Pump by ~DrummingFish
When I hopelessly turn to the old habits I have developed over the years
To imagining those I look up to those I desperately cling to in an attempt to mask up the insecurities I have inside
I come to the realization that as much I despise the small problems I can't seem to find the strength to conquer,
I will eventually have to come to terms with what has happened to me
With who I really am
And why I do the things I do on instinct
Despite having no possible hope of anything turning out the way I thought it to be.
In laymans terms, I would be told to "Nut up, and shut up"
But Even now, as I come


Assassin training, 1 London, England, 1809Assassin training, 1 by ~DrummingFish
Fishes. Sardines. Everywhere. Crowding the streets, they consumed the arteries of the cities, the homeless and the rich all sharing a common hunger for material wealth, all ignoring the danger they chose to blind themselves to. But, the absent minded cattle moving from one job to another provided a very interesting resource, as it allowed one to blend in perfectly if they so chose to.
As easily as he could, the young man exited the dark alleyway and slipped into the stream of people, leaving behind the bloodied and carved mess of a corpse to rot in the filth of the city. His job had only just begun, and if he was


Pilgrimage, intro In the year 2012, the Earth faced what would be near collapse. The super powers of the world were in a nuclear stalemate, waiting for the other to fire first. The main struggle was between a completely revitalized and reorganized Russia, and the USA. In a pre-emptive strike, the US launched their nuclear missiles first, a total of ten falling over Moscow, and several more over the rest of Europe. The entirely of Russia and most of Northern Asia was vaporized and irradiated, virtually no survivors present after. But what followed was even more sinister. In their assault, the United States had torn open the wall, the barrier, that had once protPilgrimage, intro by ~DrummingFish


train of thought When at an early age, where most feel bliss and joy, I have had the honor to experience only the hatred producible solely by mankind, but to be shielded by the careful hands of my emotionally compromised and eternally wise parents has been the best benefactor in the progression of my maturity. Through social suicide and expulsion, I have learned the joys and tribulations of a having a social life. But only after spending a year as a flaming red extrovert butterfly, have I learned to fully appreciate and embrace the moments of peaceful, serene solitude. Rhythmic neurons, a body part unused by most, has become the best, and currently, only, outtrain of thought by ~DrummingFish
Sorry I haven't even checked in in so long, you don't even look like you're active lately, though...
But still. Give me a shout when you can, I'd love to hear from ya.
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I'm going to Delta-Foxtrot your Tango.
Sam Flynn's butt.
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If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse. However, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that... (esro)
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"BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM!"
"CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"... Oh wrong song. My bad. XD"
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If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse. However, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that... (esro)
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"BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM!"
"CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"... Oh wrong song. My bad. XD"
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"BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM!"
"CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"... Oh wrong song. My bad. XD"
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"BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM SHAKALAKALAKA! BOOM!"
"CHRIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"... Oh wrong song. My bad. XD"