Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 4:36 pm
Actually it was more of a "This new side to KT puts an interesting new facet on our calm, straight-laced family man, serene-druid."
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 4:39 pm
Yeah, I second that Bert. *shakes his head*
Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 4:50 pm
Alright, I know... I've been losing my fight against my inner rage a bit too much, lately. Li-san and Willie would both be ashamed.
But I can't stand that all this shit is going on, and I can't do a thing against it. Surely you guys can understand my reasoning for losing my temper...
Ron, the offer still stands. Get your butt down here so we can beat Mr. Asshole before this newest asswipe goes after your family.
But I can't stand that all this shit is going on, and I can't do a thing against it. Surely you guys can understand my reasoning for losing my temper...
Ron, the offer still stands. Get your butt down here so we can beat Mr. Asshole before this newest asswipe goes after your family.
Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 4:51 pm
I agree wholeheartedly. Just the opposite, I was worried when you seemed wholly unflappable, thought you'd snap and go postal one day.
Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 4:55 pm
C'mon, Bert. I work for UPS, not USPS. =P
Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 5:01 pm
Haha, true, true. But yeah, we need to start knocking these fuckers out.
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 3:08 am
Very bad news.
Seems while we flied to New York, Kolya and the Nightmare made combat. Kolya has two fresh black eyes, and in the combat the Nightmare sticked him in the stomach with the knife.
Kolya not accepts the morphine. I am scared that he will eat his tongue.
Now I think he will learn the lucid dreams. You write and edit the dream as you write and edit the novel. It worths to make.
The healer arrives.
Be careful!
Seems while we flied to New York, Kolya and the Nightmare made combat. Kolya has two fresh black eyes, and in the combat the Nightmare sticked him in the stomach with the knife.
Kolya not accepts the morphine. I am scared that he will eat his tongue.
Now I think he will learn the lucid dreams. You write and edit the dream as you write and edit the novel. It worths to make.
The healer arrives.
Be careful!
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:32 am
That's terrible. Be sure to tell him I hope he recovers swiftly.
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 11:53 am
Natasha, tell Koyla I'm sorry.
Those of you on the way to the GOPLAT tell Shepard to lay off the Kool-Aid.
I gotta sort this all out.
I gotta get some sleep.
Those of you on the way to the GOPLAT tell Shepard to lay off the Kool-Aid.
I gotta sort this all out.
I gotta get some sleep.
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 12:44 pm
Kolya is healing. The knife was in poison, but the healer detected and fixed all. But Kolya still feels himself weak. We will fly to California soon. Meanwhile, I will write in 'Community Outreach' - why I am in the USA. Probably, I will need help!
I said him your messages. He replied: "Thanks to Bert and Ron. And to Ron, to say sorry is not necessary."
He also said me, "When you write in English, you say 'the' too much." (Russian language not has articles (a/an/the) so everywhere I write them; also, the verb 'to do' confuses me. Anyway......). Though he slightly smiled. He will recovery for very sure.
I said him your messages. He replied: "Thanks to Bert and Ron. And to Ron, to say sorry is not necessary."
He also said me, "When you write in English, you say 'the' too much." (Russian language not has articles (a/an/the) so everywhere I write them; also, the verb 'to do' confuses me. Anyway......). Though he slightly smiled. He will recovery for very sure.
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:03 pm
A poison knife . . . evil bastard.
Then again, I suppsoe silvered weapons or holy water are probably considered chemical weapons by vampires.
Then again, I suppsoe silvered weapons or holy water are probably considered chemical weapons by vampires.
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 1:31 pm
Hiding again, while even more of your brothers at arms die. Better to live a coward than die as a man.
You know Cailiburn, you let these things happen. Two years ago, the incident All that leading up to this very moment. Why do you let them live, they are monsters, you say so yourself, but say because they serve a greater good, you let them live. How ong before your innaction claims more lives. The she bitch killed my son, that is reason for you to kill her. He at least was a good man who died to stop these monsters. Let you lie down with the dogs you claim to hunt.
Your dear sister would be ashamed of you!
Now do your job, for If I should happen to fail, you must kill the vampire slut. By your own convictions she killed on of your own, no she must die.
As for you nightmare Ronald. Maybe its your sister's way of trying to tell you how much a coward you really are....
Sleep Well
You know Cailiburn, you let these things happen. Two years ago, the incident All that leading up to this very moment. Why do you let them live, they are monsters, you say so yourself, but say because they serve a greater good, you let them live. How ong before your innaction claims more lives. The she bitch killed my son, that is reason for you to kill her. He at least was a good man who died to stop these monsters. Let you lie down with the dogs you claim to hunt.
Your dear sister would be ashamed of you!
Now do your job, for If I should happen to fail, you must kill the vampire slut. By your own convictions she killed on of your own, no she must die.
As for you nightmare Ronald. Maybe its your sister's way of trying to tell you how much a coward you really are....
Sleep Well
Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:43 pm
Sheperd I may not be comeing to your little party but you can still stick it.
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 1:59 pm
He came after me again last night.
It was in the toyshop from those years ago.
I faced off with that boogeyman or whatever it was. We fought, but the cats and the crows never called. I never got out of reach. I never got my shotgun free. I just kept having to duck while those huge fists swept closer and closer to me.
Then my luck ran out and I backed up against the wall.
It grabbed me by the throat and slammed me back agaisnt the wall hard and lifted me up towards the ceiling.
"We have you now Mordecai. You will not escape us this time." The boogeyman had Not Me's face and voice.
He smirked at me. "First you, then the rest of the Lazlo Society. I know their hopes and their dreams and their fears. I know them better than they know themself. They won't have a chance. " He raised the other fist and readied the killing blow.
The scream of my alarm clock roused me and I bolted upright, gun in hand.
"Just a dream . . . just a dream"
I told myself it a couple of times to convince myself.
I put the gun back under the pillow and got out of bed. I showered then went to the mirror to shave.
I wiped the steam off te mirror and looked at myself . . . and so myself looking back over my shoulder.
"Mornin' Mordecai" Not Me cackled as I turned around to face him.
He moved, fast, way to fast, and grabed me before I could do anything.
"I told you I had you, and I'm not going to let you away this time, Apostate." He smacked me agaisnt a couple of the bathroom walls, and turned me to look at the mirror again. "I'm gonna take you to my world now." He threw me at the mirror.
I can't really explain what happened, but instead of breaking the mirror I sort of melted and went through it.
Wherever I was, it was dark. I was laying on grass. I got up to my knees and he was on me again. Grabbing me from behind he wrapped his arms around my head and neck. I tried to pry loose from his grip, but he was oo strong for me.
"Do you recognize this place Apostate?" I looked around.. Out of the darkness emerged familiar shapes; trees, fields, a barn, a watchtower
"The compound . . ." It was hard to talk. The pressure on my head and neck were almost too great.
"Yes, yes it is. Home sweet home. . . . or it was before you betrayed them all. In your foolish rebellion not only will you fail to prevent the Apocalyspe you fear, but you garuntee that the dark forces know where the Righteous Brotherhood are waiting. " He turned me to look out towards the forest.
"You have garunteed that whent he Apocolypse coems, the Righteous Brotherhood will not be there to serve the Lord's Army agaisnt the unholy. Look, the unholy comes now."
Out of the darkness above the forest it appeared.
A Black Helicopter.
First one. Then dozens. Soon they blooted out the stars and the moon.
Out of them lept men in black suits. They spoke to each other in hisses and clicks, like lizards.
Not Me turned me to watch them as they advanced towards the compound . . . towards my family.
I tried to yell, I tried to scream, but Not Me clamped down and stifled me. "You get to watch Apostate, you get to see what you have wrought."
The sentries went down quickly and silently. The lizardmen swept inside.
We were in one of the corridors, my father was marshalling the defences. My cousins and uncles were with him. They were firing down the corrider at the advancing lizardmen. As I watched a group of lizardmen came down a flanking corrider and lept upon my father and his men.
The battle was brutal and one sided. My father was the last to go down, the sharp tounge of a lizardman lashed out and severed his neck.
We were in the shelter. The last line of defence. The old, the women and the children huddled here as the lizardmen pounded on the door.
"Do you see the doom you have unleashed on them Apostate?" Not Me hissed in my ear.
The door cracked.
"I will let you watch them all die before I kill you. You will see them slaughtered and gutted. You will hear their cries of terror and pain. You will know that this is all because of you."
The crack in the door grew larger.
"Then you will die here, alone."
The door blew open and the lizardmen rushed in.
I struggled agaisnt the force of Not Me holding me down. I tried to break loose. If I had a weapon I could stop all this. I could save them.
The lizardmen surged over my family like locusts. Howls and shrieks of inhuman pain and fear reached my ears. Not Me bore down - increasing the pressure. My head felt like it was going to burst.
Then I noticed her. Within the melee she stood there, untouched. Lizardmen rushed past her to the slaughter. She just stood there, looking at me.
I didn't recognize her at first . . . but then I realized I recognized the rest too easily. It was like they hadn't changed since I left the compound ten years ago.
I raised my hand and formed an "L"
"S" was the reply.
"You're wrong . . ." I shouted back at Not Me.
"This isn't your world. This is a nightmare I used to have when I was six. This is my dream." The pressure on my head and neck vanished.
"This is no dream Apostate, this is what you have unleashed." He squeezed again.
"You're wrong about something else. I'm not alone." I felt the surge in my heart. If I was right I had my chance to destroy Not Me once and for all.
I pointed my pistol at his foot and fired. He screeched in pain anddropped his hold.
I stood up and turned at him. My armour and weapons appeared as the compound and the lizardmen vanished. Smoke curled up from the barrel of my pistol.
Not Me stared back at me in horror. "This is impossible . . . you can't do that!"
I smiled as my gun grew larger and more powerful, turning into something resmbling a howitzer. "I just did."
The thunderous report of my howitzer-pistol blew down nearby trees and panicked flocks of birds for miles around - but I barely felt the recoil. Everything slowed down. The projectile, about the size of a watermelon, almsot lazily headed straight for Not Me.
I walked up next to Not Me to watch my shell comming. To savour his panic.
I put my shades on as a nuclear fireball erupted at the point of impact.
Not Me dissolved in the fire "I'll be back for you Apostate!"
I blew the smoke from the end of my pistol and holstered it.
"Mordecai?" The young woman's voice washed over me like a sunrise.
I turrned to face my sister.
She rushed towards me for a hug. The first chance we've had to be together in 10 years.
My alarm clock's ringing roused me.
Anyway. I thought I'd let you all know the good news. I should be back in the mix soon.
But first I think I'll get some sleep.
It was in the toyshop from those years ago.
I faced off with that boogeyman or whatever it was. We fought, but the cats and the crows never called. I never got out of reach. I never got my shotgun free. I just kept having to duck while those huge fists swept closer and closer to me.
Then my luck ran out and I backed up against the wall.
It grabbed me by the throat and slammed me back agaisnt the wall hard and lifted me up towards the ceiling.
"We have you now Mordecai. You will not escape us this time." The boogeyman had Not Me's face and voice.
He smirked at me. "First you, then the rest of the Lazlo Society. I know their hopes and their dreams and their fears. I know them better than they know themself. They won't have a chance. " He raised the other fist and readied the killing blow.
The scream of my alarm clock roused me and I bolted upright, gun in hand.
"Just a dream . . . just a dream"
I told myself it a couple of times to convince myself.
I put the gun back under the pillow and got out of bed. I showered then went to the mirror to shave.
I wiped the steam off te mirror and looked at myself . . . and so myself looking back over my shoulder.
"Mornin' Mordecai" Not Me cackled as I turned around to face him.
He moved, fast, way to fast, and grabed me before I could do anything.
"I told you I had you, and I'm not going to let you away this time, Apostate." He smacked me agaisnt a couple of the bathroom walls, and turned me to look at the mirror again. "I'm gonna take you to my world now." He threw me at the mirror.
I can't really explain what happened, but instead of breaking the mirror I sort of melted and went through it.
Wherever I was, it was dark. I was laying on grass. I got up to my knees and he was on me again. Grabbing me from behind he wrapped his arms around my head and neck. I tried to pry loose from his grip, but he was oo strong for me.
"Do you recognize this place Apostate?" I looked around.. Out of the darkness emerged familiar shapes; trees, fields, a barn, a watchtower
"The compound . . ." It was hard to talk. The pressure on my head and neck were almost too great.
"Yes, yes it is. Home sweet home. . . . or it was before you betrayed them all. In your foolish rebellion not only will you fail to prevent the Apocalyspe you fear, but you garuntee that the dark forces know where the Righteous Brotherhood are waiting. " He turned me to look out towards the forest.
"You have garunteed that whent he Apocolypse coems, the Righteous Brotherhood will not be there to serve the Lord's Army agaisnt the unholy. Look, the unholy comes now."
Out of the darkness above the forest it appeared.
A Black Helicopter.
First one. Then dozens. Soon they blooted out the stars and the moon.
Out of them lept men in black suits. They spoke to each other in hisses and clicks, like lizards.
Not Me turned me to watch them as they advanced towards the compound . . . towards my family.
I tried to yell, I tried to scream, but Not Me clamped down and stifled me. "You get to watch Apostate, you get to see what you have wrought."
The sentries went down quickly and silently. The lizardmen swept inside.
We were in one of the corridors, my father was marshalling the defences. My cousins and uncles were with him. They were firing down the corrider at the advancing lizardmen. As I watched a group of lizardmen came down a flanking corrider and lept upon my father and his men.
The battle was brutal and one sided. My father was the last to go down, the sharp tounge of a lizardman lashed out and severed his neck.
We were in the shelter. The last line of defence. The old, the women and the children huddled here as the lizardmen pounded on the door.
"Do you see the doom you have unleashed on them Apostate?" Not Me hissed in my ear.
The door cracked.
"I will let you watch them all die before I kill you. You will see them slaughtered and gutted. You will hear their cries of terror and pain. You will know that this is all because of you."
The crack in the door grew larger.
"Then you will die here, alone."
The door blew open and the lizardmen rushed in.
I struggled agaisnt the force of Not Me holding me down. I tried to break loose. If I had a weapon I could stop all this. I could save them.
The lizardmen surged over my family like locusts. Howls and shrieks of inhuman pain and fear reached my ears. Not Me bore down - increasing the pressure. My head felt like it was going to burst.
Then I noticed her. Within the melee she stood there, untouched. Lizardmen rushed past her to the slaughter. She just stood there, looking at me.
I didn't recognize her at first . . . but then I realized I recognized the rest too easily. It was like they hadn't changed since I left the compound ten years ago.
I raised my hand and formed an "L"
"S" was the reply.
"You're wrong . . ." I shouted back at Not Me.
"This isn't your world. This is a nightmare I used to have when I was six. This is my dream." The pressure on my head and neck vanished.
"This is no dream Apostate, this is what you have unleashed." He squeezed again.
"You're wrong about something else. I'm not alone." I felt the surge in my heart. If I was right I had my chance to destroy Not Me once and for all.
I pointed my pistol at his foot and fired. He screeched in pain anddropped his hold.
I stood up and turned at him. My armour and weapons appeared as the compound and the lizardmen vanished. Smoke curled up from the barrel of my pistol.
Not Me stared back at me in horror. "This is impossible . . . you can't do that!"
I smiled as my gun grew larger and more powerful, turning into something resmbling a howitzer. "I just did."
The thunderous report of my howitzer-pistol blew down nearby trees and panicked flocks of birds for miles around - but I barely felt the recoil. Everything slowed down. The projectile, about the size of a watermelon, almsot lazily headed straight for Not Me.
I walked up next to Not Me to watch my shell comming. To savour his panic.
I put my shades on as a nuclear fireball erupted at the point of impact.
Not Me dissolved in the fire "I'll be back for you Apostate!"
I blew the smoke from the end of my pistol and holstered it.
"Mordecai?" The young woman's voice washed over me like a sunrise.
I turrned to face my sister.
She rushed towards me for a hug. The first chance we've had to be together in 10 years.
My alarm clock's ringing roused me.
Anyway. I thought I'd let you all know the good news. I should be back in the mix soon.
But first I think I'll get some sleep.
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 2:49 pm
Fawk yeah, Ron!! Bout goddamn time! Sleep well bud, we need your ass in a bad way!
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:15 pm
Don't be too celabratory. The Not Me is still out there.
I just finally showed him my dreams aren't his personal playground.
I just finally showed him my dreams aren't his personal playground.
Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 4:17 pm
yeah, that -is- true, but I guarentee you that you gave Asshole something to think about, and worry about.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:54 am
I woke up in the middle of the night tonight . . . because I left the window open and a real cold breeze came in. Not because of any dreams.
I am liking this feeling.
I am liking this feeling.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:04 am
Good work, Ron. I knew it was in you.
In my latest encounter, which Natasha wrote went near fatal for me, was the first time he talked about me being a godless commie bastard - which seems to be a sort of theme for some of the others here, at least the godless part anyway. He really likes to get physical with me. So it is usually less talk and more hand-to-hand when he visits. He is not the best fighter, but he compensates with raw strength.
In my latest encounter, which Natasha wrote went near fatal for me, was the first time he talked about me being a godless commie bastard - which seems to be a sort of theme for some of the others here, at least the godless part anyway. He really likes to get physical with me. So it is usually less talk and more hand-to-hand when he visits. He is not the best fighter, but he compensates with raw strength.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:20 am
Agreed, he doens't seem to be verry good at fighting it out with us face to face. Which makes me sure it came from my sister and not from me. If he was from me he'd have my skills.
On the downside he is a sneaky bastard so you rarely get to have a face to face.
Hopefully he'll be off licking his wounds for a while so we can come up with a way to take him for good.
On the downside he is a sneaky bastard so you rarely get to have a face to face.
Hopefully he'll be off licking his wounds for a while so we can come up with a way to take him for good.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:24 am
Congrats Ron! *Cheers* I was thinking about it, once we control the dream he's in, couldn't we will him to stay? "This is my dream bitch, and you don't get to leave til I say you can."
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:28 am
I'd rather will him to die if that's alright with you.
I thought I had, but I guess I savoured it too much and he slipped away before destruction.
I thought I had, but I guess I savoured it too much and he slipped away before destruction.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 11:32 am
I was thinking about that too. If you could just will him to die, wouldn't he have been able to do the same when he had control of the dream?
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:08 pm
Well that's kinda what saved me.
It's my dream. Even if he controls it, it's mine.
Which is why my sister could stand there unscathed in the midst of that nightmare. I could never hurt her. So in my nightmare, as herself, she was fine because my dream wouldn't hurt her.
And she saved me by giving me that point of reference to realize I hadn't woken up at all, that it was still just my dream. I think what Not Me was basically doing was getting me to will myself to die.
I'm sure Dr. Lazlo would write a whole book about this if he was still here.
It's my dream. Even if he controls it, it's mine.
Which is why my sister could stand there unscathed in the midst of that nightmare. I could never hurt her. So in my nightmare, as herself, she was fine because my dream wouldn't hurt her.
And she saved me by giving me that point of reference to realize I hadn't woken up at all, that it was still just my dream. I think what Not Me was basically doing was getting me to will myself to die.
I'm sure Dr. Lazlo would write a whole book about this if he was still here.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 1:24 pm
Interesting. And I agree, the Good Doc would prolly write a whole book about it.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:58 pm
Congratulations Mr. Caliburn.
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 4:00 pm
Thank you, and good morning Mr. Li.
Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:37 pm
Glad somebody's been having luck with Mr. Asshole...
Me, I've been having a little trouble, as he seems to have switched tactics: recruitment is the name of the game, and the target, oddly enough, is my mother.
At least, that's the best I can figure from the message she left on my cell-phone a few days ago... something about God sending her a dream vision and how I should listen to my friend Ronnie more...
Then her husband showed up at my house last night, looking for a fight. It was almost a refreshing change of pace, calling the cops and leaving the rest to them.
Still, between this and "my angels put my carkeys back in my purse!" after Mom "lost" said keys, I think I liked her better when she didn't believe in anything.
Me, I've been having a little trouble, as he seems to have switched tactics: recruitment is the name of the game, and the target, oddly enough, is my mother.
At least, that's the best I can figure from the message she left on my cell-phone a few days ago... something about God sending her a dream vision and how I should listen to my friend Ronnie more...
Then her husband showed up at my house last night, looking for a fight. It was almost a refreshing change of pace, calling the cops and leaving the rest to them.
Still, between this and "my angels put my carkeys back in my purse!" after Mom "lost" said keys, I think I liked her better when she didn't believe in anything.
Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:42 pm
Well hopeflly he's not going to show his face for a while. I think I spanked him pretty hard and he wants to stay below the radar for now. Hopefully he'll just stay there.
Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:48 pm
I suppose we are due for a touch of good luck around here. 