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       #Post#: 3535--------------------------------------------------
       gone, for a short while
   DIR By: dew
       Date: March 26, 2013, 8:34 am
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       Alright, so I was just finishing up a book series when I had the
       best freaking book idea yet. I'm not going to post it on here,
       but I'll be working on it as much as I can. Once I finish it
       I'll post it on here or a fan-fic site I like and get back to my
       normal routine, but that might take a while. This is purely for
       fun, but I enjoy writing and doing character art, mostly because
       it gives me a muse boost, which I'm in need of currently. Rebby
       can temp my characters, but I'll go ahead and post with them
       when I'm online. I hope to get back on her to visit in a bit,
       guys, but I'll be using this temporary inactivity as my vacation
       week.
       Bye~
       Here's a sneak peak:
       [spoiler]It had happened so quickly that I cannot even recall
       all the events of the past two hours, but that might be the
       drugs they had me on talking. Now I was strapped to a table in
       the most retarded outfit I had ever seen. I looked like a scuba
       diver in white, but rubber black dots ran up the sides of my
       legs, hips, arms, neck, and my freaking ninja mask. Why was I
       wearing a ninja mask? Why the hell should I know?
       I could barely remember walking home from school before more
       ninjas surrounded and captured my, and now all the ninjas were
       wearing lab coats and walking around my captive body. “Did I
       miss something, or is it Halloween? Why am I a retard ninja as
       well?” I growled to the nearest ninja-scientist, and a few
       giggles rose. That’s when I noticed all the cosplayers were kind
       of short, and some were very small.
       “Kids?” I murmured in confusion before four of them walked up to
       me, taking positions by my ankles and elbows. As if an alarm had
       sounded, they stabbed my with huge syringes I somehow had not
       seen and emptied the liquid into my bloodstream.
       I stiffened as if I had been struck by lightning, gasping in
       pain as the drug they had inserted raced through my body and
       heated it up. I felt like I was melting as my core heat rose and
       rose along with a headache. When it got to the point where I
       felt like spontaneously combusting, a calm female voice spoke:
       “Start the program Memory Storage in three...two...one.”
       At once I shrieked as memories flashed past my vision on a
       screen. Me at my sixth birthday party, my father hitting me in
       the office, the car crash that killed my mother and almost me,
       the funeral, the liquor that my father began to drink, the pain,
       the hate, the feeling of wanting to die...it was all ripped from
       my being and displayed on the huge TV, and it was more painful
       then you could ever imagine.
       “Stop!” I sobbed, “Stop it!”
       I heard sympathetic murmuring as they saw my life rushing
       towards the point I was scared of the most. “Please stop!” I was
       screaming, panic widening my eyes at the memories slowed down
       and my heart literally stopped. I was walking down the dark
       alleyway, running away from the father and mansion I despised.
       Suddenly, strong arms gripped my and covered my mouth and I was
       pushed onto the ground, tied up, and gagged. I felt overexcited
       hands remove my clothes and the sudden body heat of another
       human as it forced itself on me.
       That’s all I remember seeing before blacking out, hearing the
       flatline of the monitor and hearing a sad voice: “begin the
       surgery.”[/spoiler]
       #Post#: 3562--------------------------------------------------
       Re: gone, for a short while
   DIR By: dew
       Date: March 27, 2013, 4:10 pm
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       Screw this, I'm just gonna put it on here. I need a pep squad to
       keep going. c:
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