Hello Internet Wastelanders, how would you all feel about me doing “unboxing” videos on YouTube? I tend to order a lot of various action figure product and I’m curious how many of you would want to watch the unveiling of such things live.
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Negative Serpent: -his teeth grinding together menancingly as he rose from one knee to face ‘her’. the antithesis of the æ, and the mortal enemy of all who were under the banner and bloodline of that sect, as if upon instinct he braced his ruined form for battle. no need for weaponry or silly tactics, what else could she have brought him here for other than to ensure his death this time? even in a fragmented reality there would be no peace for this cursed serpent. but before flesh and bone would meet in carnage he replied with a much deadlier form of warfare, his tongue- is this what gods do these days? create… or in this case re-create life when times are dull?
Negative Inlusio: She snorted a derisive laugh, looking away from him. “As if you know, as if you could possibly know…” When her gaze slid back to him, it was utterly hollow. The violence was gone, but nothing had taken it’s place. Iscah pursed her lips together and lifted her hand, studying the talons that were clean save for the blood encrusted at the beds and underneath them. Her translucent white silk shirt was also marred with burns and bullet holes, the cream colored pants smudged with dirt and soot. The same clothes she had left in. “You can only play with ants for so long before you lose interest. No offense.” The viciousness in her gaze returned with her sarcasm as she let her hand drop. “Besides, days mean nothing anymore.”
This is the most common question I’ve gotten recently.
So here’s your answer my lovely Internet Wastelanders.
I took a little break to stock up on some delicious review material for you all. Episode 05 has a finalized script and filming begins next week. I’ve also been spending a lot of time catching up on TRANSFORMERS: PRIME since Netflix has been so generous to add it to instant streaming along with G1 and BEAST WARS. It’s about time I had something to watch other than Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares and Breaking Bad. I think Cobra Delaris and Gordan Ramsay should get a reality TV show together. I’m sure it would be legendary.
On a side note: I totally got my hands on a mint + complete Galaxy Force Soundblaster while on vacation this month.
How ironic… yet so fitting.
I believe we all go through periods of time where life chips away at your individuality and you begin to forget some of the unique properties that separate us from one another. That separation should always be embraced. The myriad of talent and artistic ability that spawns from such a thing is worth it’s weight in gold.
It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself to fall backwards and be submerged by the obsidian cesspool that my thoughts and creativity hail from. Today I decided to gaze upon the remnants of various poems and mini-sagas I composed a few years back, it really made me thirst for this agenda even more so.
I cannot easily describe to you what kind of effect reading my creations has upon me. It’s like a computer virus stored deep inside some buried post-apocalyptic mechanical Eden just waiting for the right unsuspecting user to trigger it’s self-preserving onslaught.
This feeling of really remembering what he looks like is both alien and comforting at the same time. Luckily, the facets of duality are something I am quite familiar with. Since my inception, it has been both a blessing and a curse.
In closing, I suppose the reason my past self created such works is to let the future versions know that immortality can be achieved in many different ways and that this blood will always bleed black.
Greetings my fellow Internet Wastelanders, you asked and now you shall receive. I have taken the liberty to begin answering your most burning questions. It has begun!