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The time bomb is ticking, while there is nobody listening.
Your future is fading, and there is no hope you will survive.
As you struggle through the desert to reach the city, you hear an explosion.
You look back to see that the town you left, the time bomb you ran from, blew up.
You continue trudging on towards the city.
You reach the outskirts, haggard and weary, your bones aching and your throat bone dry.
You see a puddle nearby and reach out to cup a handful and are stopped.
Guards stomped on your hand, causing you to cry out in pain.
They are the water guards, tasked with managing the water supply.
There is almost no water left to the public in the world.
The rich use it at their leisure.
You can't even drink from a puddle.
I watch you from the shadows as this happens.
Unable to do anything more.
I am a victim as well.
And now we are all doomed to die.
~Dead Inside
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Thanks for all your help in the contest, and Happy Easter!
~Artistic Lurker
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There you are.
I've been meaning to kill you
-Minky
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We hope that the luck from this clover
Brings you anons over and over
Thanks for heading our way
And chatting with us on St. Patrick's Day
~The Rose Prince and Black Lace Appreciation Guild
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Forget Prince and Black Lace
Let it be me who makes your heart race
I know I'm very new
But now I'm all for you
So come on back to mine
And let us make up for lost time.
Royal Scandal Anon
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sooo purdy.......-drools while touching your hair while you're sleeping.-
-slips away into the night-
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-Minky
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Will this bring life into your dead body?
-Minky
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-Minky
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Oh sweet maid arrayed in gentle waves and budding nature. Will you let me bask beside you? I run my fingers o&er fair ringlets of gold, and lay a light kiss upon a pointed ear. You shiver as my lips wander down to your cheek and throat, your once sky-blue skin now hot and crimson. I wrap my arms about you and clutch you close and feast down more hungrily as you heave and pant and shudder and moan. At last, my lips find yours and drink deeply of your burning passion. Your heart races and your body writhes as you feel my tongue caressing yours.
Slowly, Oh! So slowly, my fingers tug at your collar. You blush and moan as I tease, baring more skin that I may better feel your heart pounding beneath my touch. You twist and shudder. You can bear it no longer. Patience, my dear, it won&t be long now. With one swift thrust, I bury my hand within your heaving chest and grasp your heart so ripe with love. You cry out and breathe your last as I pull my pulsing prize free of its cage in a spray of crimson, and hold it close to me as its furious hot rhythm rapidly slows to chilling silence.
~Beautiful Death
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For Phlebotomy it depends on your state.
If you need to be certified or not.
Some schools its a two year program,
Some hospitals will train you.
Also Phlebotomists are sadists.
Evil to their core.
-Minky
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You hear chanting in the distance,
'Kill Him
Kill Him
Disembowel Him!'
-Minky
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Rose's are red,
Violets should be Violent
If I meet you
can we be red hot violent?
-Goofy Bun Bun anon
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She tended to his wounds carefully, giving him the best of the best in treatment, BACON.
-BACONITE
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I Was Just Creeping Along
I Saw You And Looked At Your Wish List
Maybe Buy You New Shoes Or A Thong
But I Decided On This
- I Cant Rhyme
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I think you'll know this guy.
Happy end of Valentine's heart
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I've seen you Again and Again and Again, always wanting you. Always tempted. It's not that I was afraid. It's just something was always holding me back, as if I was intimidated. For you see, I have a feeling you and I are so much alike. Opposites attract, same charges repel...Except I've never given a Damn about science. Simply put, if you're a Victorian girl,,,
I'll Find You.
~Lovely Skitzo
p.s. Tell me why I should want you, fight for you
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Lmao! Obviously not as similar nor as threatening as I thought. We won't have a problem then. Until next time, I expect me to return [with condoms] tomorrow night, Vicky. You make me wonder, Just HOW innocent Are Victorian girls?? I'd be willing to bet....
~Lovely Skitzo
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Hehehe, I'm back with a Vengeance darling, my objective: You Blushing. I'm so glad we're much more compatible than I expected, Darling.
There's a thunderstorm where I am now. I'll walk in it, for those few seconds of bright white, those few seconds where I'm no where and anywhere in that beautiful white light. To feel something running down my skin. To be wrapped in darkness, it's warm, comfort, hide me, protect me, nothing can see me, get to me. I see your figure, Your heels, your blonde hair, your shiny metal weapon, and I laugh hysterically thinking of myself. I run to you, and you freeze and for that second your heels stop making rhythm with the pavement, all it is is just wind and rain in my ears, how I wish that noise drowned me out for the rest of my life. You turn swinging your ax, to slice me, but I know myself, and therefore Darling, you as well, I drop, one leg out and my other knee bent, to better to kick and knock you off your feet with said outstretched leg. as you fall back and land on your rear and smack your head, gravity is aiming to pull the ax you threw up in the air, down into your skin. I'd actually quite like to see that. However, I stand up and catch it's handle, throwing so it sticks in the nearby telephone pole. and you blush as I sit down on your upper thighs, you inbetween my legs and I hold your shoulders down. ...Was I as clumsy as you just were? I get up and offer you my hand to pull you to your feet, and I can see the relief in your face. You think I've spared you,
Yah Right. I just couldn't do what I wanted, over you like that, I'm no male. I won't let go of your hand, and I pull you towards me, your back facing me, I push you down on the hood of a car. No, I'm not arresting you, you murderer you, I just slide my hand up your back, moving your glorious hair off your shoulder blades, and you make a little gasp, my pelvis so pressed against your rear. I skillfully turn you over on the hood and bend over, putting my thigh between your legs and my other leg on over your thigh, up on the car, me pressed against you, sounds lovely right? I move my face close to yours, with that worried heated expression on it. my hands are trapping your wrists, above your head.
moan.
gasp.
Oh.
That's how our night goes.
And we got sick, naked out in the rain for so long.
So you stayed at my place under the covers.
and I made you soup. Showed you how to eat it the hardcore way (viz. Boil water, eat block of ramen, drink water, snort flavoured powder...)
And for some reason we watched Lilo and Stitch and bought a puppy.
As you can see, we're moving quite fast here.
~Lovely Skitzo
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Don't Defend Vermin,
Ms. So Called Innocent
Or Risk Going Down With Vermin
And All the Shame that Comes with It
And I can't sleep with vermin, I don't do beastiality,
And I wish to sleep with you once more,
Looking so sexy in your &Kill Nika& outfit.
Btw, Don't. Touch. Him.
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
~Lovely Skitzo
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I'll love you the human way.
Superficially
Conditionally
Limitedly
~Lovely Skitzo
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Wow Really??? I can't send you an anon before answering your questions?? Frankly, your confusion is just so great,
It Hurts.
You people don't know me,
You people don't understand me
It's times like these I wish my medication worked.
You wish a response, Fine
I refer men as vermin, and women as harlots. That's how I speak. The fact that you go way off track and read so much into it without taking my personality into consideration, without giving me a benefit of the doubt, or any excuse whatsoever, you jump to just a straight up Accusation.
Darling, anons aren't literal. I never thought I'd have to point that out. Please don't take me so seriously, so literally, it's getting Infuriating. I don't mean any of this. I may sound Extremely pissed right now, but that's just because skitzos are Violent people, I'M IN CHARACTER I'm insane, as my name points out. That anon, was a rant of a crazy person. The purpose was to be possessive of you. I didn't want you to fall into the hands of anything evil, and I didn't want you to be with other men, so I went with vermin. vermin is what I use for men and implies fifth. Me being a woman, how could I have a straight girl? Me being insane, with my voices being God-like to me, how could I have a sinner?
HOW COULD YOU DRAG ME INTO THIS
HOW COULD YOU SLAUGHTER MY NAME
IGNORANCE IS BLISS?
I maybe a masochist, but I'm not enjoying this.
I love you, but this is BS.
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I'll get out of character for you.
I'll put it straight for you.
I'll use small words for you.
You don't have to tell me to calm down, because i was never angry in the first place. That was my character. Haven't you ever heard crazy people go violent? Secondly, NO ONE was vermin. I can not believe you took it literally and seriously. It's Fiction, Darling. And yes I was Refering To Nika.
As for Gera, I offered heart to him. He rejected it. I, being hurt and rejected, of course resorted to murder. He offered suicide, I said that was over dramatic, he can live.
Why would something as so simple as that, Ruin my anoning? I feel like this is a damn witch hunt!!!
~Lovely Skitzo
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Clarifying it to you was much harder than I thought it should be. My kinda is quite impatient.
I don't care about Nika's life anymore
Kill him, don't kill him.
Marry him, divorce him.
It's all the same to me.
I'm drained. So very drained.
Let's hope to God I never become a teacher.
I couldn't handle explaining things, Every Day.
Clarification. I don't think I'll want to see that word for the rest of the week. Now my head hurts.
Am I off the hook now???
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Clothes are always nice, but have one major flaw; they can't be eaten. This is why I've created my new clothing line, made entirely of BACON.
- BACONITE
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My heart is forever yours. Please accept this token of my appreciation ~ The Collector
In all seriousness, I am effectively quitting Gaia. Not deleting the account though (a glitch like this is too good to waste).
I'm taking your eyes with me wink
( I will miss you forever, Collector )
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Seems like you can do just about everything with it. Even breathe in outer space. I bet people wish they'd known that sooner. Then they might have escaped dying in space. Good thing you knew. It saved your life. That's why you brought along BACON.
- BACONITE
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This man attempted to make a vampire see something other than what she thought to be the truth. He gave up after a short time.
Would you like to spend forever with me?
~Amelia Werner
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I am ever so glad, my dear. I do so hope that you don't mind being a vampire, and staying how you are forever. I have been in this 12-year-old body for the last 512 years, and it gets quite boring after a while, although it amuses me when I trick a ***** into thinking I am some innocent child, and seeing the surprise on his face when I sink my teeth into his neck and drain him of his life.
~Amelia Werner
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Really? You wouldn't mind the pain of watching all those you hold dear grow old, wither and die, if you could &raise& me? That is by far the kindest thing that anyone has said to me in the whole of my 524 years, Miss Kairi
~Amelia Werner
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If that is your wish, then I would be happy to oblige that, my dear.
~Amelia Werner
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I would have to agree most wholeheartedly. And here, to bide you over until the time your daughter turns 5
~Amelia Werner
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Three short years, and then we can be together. -holds your hand in my hand, raising them up to our chests face- Forever.
~Amelia Werner
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Hearing those words come from you make my long-dead heart feel as though it can beat once more
~Amelia Werner
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My wedding gift to you.
Victorian-chan.
I do hope you enjoy it, congrats.
-Fai D. Flourite-
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I desire the blood of the Innocence.
Up stairs stained red with its constant flow
I drag you bound and gagged.
You struggle, but to no avail.
An imagined eternity of climbing and at last,
We reach the summit and the altar
Drenched and with fresh steaming blood.
The grisly wretched stench intoxicates.
Next you know you are upon the altar,
Held down by my fiery grip.
Above my head your clouded eyes perceive
A thick blunt dagger raised high and poised to strike.
Suddenly it plunges,
Thrust through your chest,
Tearing flesh and bone as it is dragged down to your navel.
In horror you stare as I reach within the cavity,
Grasping your still beating heart.
In an instant, I wrench it free,
Blood spilling and spraying in horrid torrents.
As your vision fades, I press the hot flesh to my lips
In perverse pleasure before hungrily consuming it.
For I am a Lover of Hearts,
And my desire for them is never sated.
~Moloch
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