Sep 13, 2007 9:57 pm - story Intro The sun began to slowly fall to the ground. Each and every minute, it drew closer to the distant horizon. Shadows cast upon gleaming, black machines. Troops with their eyes fixed on the reticles awaiting the approaching enemy. 0:16 Breaking the silence, a man sees his best friends face explode as a hail of gunfire rips through fabric, flesh and bone. Sparks fly as bullets collide with defensive structures and armored forces. Shells clank against the pavement as mounted mg’s and soldiers unload all they have at their opponent. Steaming, shiney bullet cases litter the nest, and enemy tracer bullets shine bright. One by one, he watches his platoon drop like flies. Still pressing on, still gunning down every shadow he sees. 1:09 He pauses, and looks to the sky. The camera closed on his eyes, his own sweat, mingling with his teams blood which spattered at the first shot fired. The air is cool, blowing against his war torn face. Time seems to stretch for years, as a bright light shines across his eyes. 1:23 He follows the light, and a city block in front of him ignites. Brick and stone, wood and siding explodes as a missile from air strike dominates the enemy front line, but failing to hold back the endless hordes masked by smoke and fire. He sees the wall of men approaching, slowly but surely, raging for his death. Outnumberd, outgunned, he turns and runs from battle. The armored units are swallowed by enemy infantry, dragged from their seats and slaughtered for the cannibalistic feast. Closing his view on a man falling to his knees, with a look of agony, pain and disbelief as bayonets slash his chest and stomach, still pulling the trigger as he falls dead until the magazine is empty. He turns back, and continues to run through smoke and flame, hopping ruin and escaping death. 2:03 Running through city block that hasnt yet been damaged by the war machines. Screaming to himself, dropping his helmet, kevlar, leaving only with his gun, boots, pants and shirt. Running through forest, haunted by enemy armored units smashing through tree and structure. He trips, lands his head on a rock, and passes out. The camera rises above his body, and looks to the canopy where the moon reigns supreme. 3:52 He dreams of his childhood, of growing up in poverty, losing his mother to a gang war, and his father to murder, meeting the love of his life, completing college. Recieving the letter of draft. Visions of unknown forces breaking the American border through Mexico and Canada, dominating everything in their path.. Recieving orders, and his station. Where he defends his country, his freedom, and his beloved family. 5:41 His eyes open, still dark. Looking to the sky, remembering the battle before. His friend, since age 6 was killed at his side. Reminescing about his childhood and comes to grip that he has lost everything except for the woman he loves, and the children he helped create. Walking through the forest towards his hometown in hopes for refuge, seeing tank track running parallel to his left and right, he begins to run. Tears flow from his eyes as he approaches the hill that separates the town from forest. Seeing footprint, bullet cases and tank tread.. He approaches the hill, slows and watches smoke rise from beyond. 6:54 He stands still, tears dried. Gripping his gun as tight as he can, then drops it. The sound of metal hitting the ground.. his vision blurs for a second as if a bomb blew right in his face. The sound of fighter jets echos in the distance, and moves closer as quick as he ran. He looks to the hill and begins to run. Finally, he can come home to a safe place. He makes his way to the top of the hill, smoke clearing, and the sound of the jet is at his heels. His eyes tell him he is lost, and that there is no hope, but his mind tells him its a dream. 7:49 The fighter jet unleashes its payload, and the impact is the moment he comes to grip with reality. There, he watches his hometown burn. There, he sees his home destroyed, smoking and burning... with what seems to be two bodies laying in the front yard. One small, one bigger, hand in hand. There are no tears, there is no wimpering. The man runs to the street in front of his home. The windows are broken, and small appliances are strung out. The two bodies, he identifies. His wife.. married for 3 years, his son 4 months old. Both charred and scorched. Kneeling, crying and screaming for them to wake up and breathe once more. Flashing back to the moment he told her "I do", to the moment he cut the cord of his newborn son, to the moment he kissed them both goodbye as he was stationed just a few miles away, hoping that they would be safe because the immediate ground assault left no time for evacuation. They sat in their basement, crying scared that her husband and his father would return victorious, and that the bombshells crashing into the neighbors house were friendly and wiping away the invaders. Everything has crashed down in the most violent way he could imagine. 8:48 Reaching slowly for his knife, attached to his leg, undoing the restraints, and pulling it out of its sheath. Lifting it to his throat, and placing it at the far right of his neck, ripping away. The blood pours out, and his body falls between his wife and son. Still twitching, he falls into darkness, hoping he will find his family in another life. The camera closes out, moving to a more expansive view of the town burning. Every residential block in flames, into the forest. Black out. End. Disconneck ie - Norma Jean Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- Sep 15, 2007 3:36 pm - Uhhhhhhhhhh, no. AtlJoker Sep 16, 2007 10:12 am - bump

Jun 09, 2007 11:52 am - My small hiatus So, since monday, i’ve been homeless and just a few days ago, my best friends talked their parents into letting me stay with them until i get a place of my own. Things are really tough out here right now, but so much better than what i had at home. I cant believe that all of this is happening so quick. It sucks, but its so awesome at once. Im gonna prove to my mom that i dont need her to live and get through college. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- stfk Jun 09, 2007 12:01 pm - Punch her in the gut. Jun 09, 2007 3:46 pm - nice work man, good luck. CDizz Jun 09, 2007 3:54 pm - Are you on a wireless laptop? If so, I’m sure you’re the envy of all the bums! xXx_AmandaNower_xXx Jun 10, 2007 9:17 am - Shit.. It’s like the season to get kicked out. My 3 friends just got kicked out of their house aswell. Well, do your best dude, get a well-paying job, find yourself a place and live life to the fullest. Good luck!

Mar 10, 2007 11:51 pm - Grunter Unban me you fool. SO i can make a comment about your cat and those pictures you took Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- J0hnnySi k0 Mar 11, 2007 1:29 am - i’m bored. Mar 11, 2007 11:34 am - okay, did it... you were only on it because I was on yours...

Dec 21, 2006 10:43 am - Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- xXx_Aman aNower_xXx Dec 21, 2006 10:48 am - Haha, sweet. -BC Dec 21, 2006 12:52 pm - It rox my sox like Atreyu xXx AmandaNower_xXx Dec 21, 2006 1:50 pm - Rox my Sox? Mmmmk. Mun ey106 Dec 21, 2006 3:11 pm - Amen man! AMEN! Gill Dec 22, 2006 9:09 am - Haha.. so true. They are the new lemmings! HAHA.. :) FL Jul 13, 2007 9:21 am - Emo is just the gay’d up version of hardcore, punk and the metal genre of music made to make us look bad, because no one could beat us otherwise. Now that is one of the reasons why I hate emo. But if emo was only just ’emotional’ I would have absolutely no problem with them.

Dec 06, 2006 12:32 am - No one is leaving me messages... My tender blackened heart needs attention, but recieves none. Am i gonna have to cut myself for some messages or picture comments? My myspace account is dead. 20,000 profile views isnt enough. Oh fuck! My balls itch. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- Pentium Dec 06, 2006 12:49 am - Quote: Oh fuck! My balls itch. We really needed to know that. CDizz Dec 06, 2006 4:56 am - i think it was necessary Pentium Dec 06, 2006 7:48 am - Are you becoming depressed again bryton? AtlJoker Dec 06, 2006 1:44 pm - Can I cut jew?

Sep 21, 2006 11:07 pm - Kid got jumped for wearing chick pants. [00:47] PEZdespencer13th: but srsly [00:47] PEZdespencer13th: so they said you’re gay? [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: are you? [00:48] EPIC lolz: no [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: shrug it off [00:48] EPIC lolz: but would you take it personally? [00:48] EPIC lolz: you wouldnt? [00:48] EPIC lolz: im not like that dude [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: grow some balls, people make fun of everyone [00:48] EPIC lolz: yeah no shit [00:48] EPIC lolz: but when you get the shit beat out of you for it [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: how is this any different? [00:48] EPIC lolz: you start to take it personally [00:48] EPIC lolz: read [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: lol! you got jumped? [00:48] EPIC lolz: i lived in detroit michigan [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: for wearing chick pants? [00:48] EPIC lolz: for 16 years [00:48] EPIC lolz: yep [00:48] PEZdespencer13th: aahahahaha [00:48] EPIC lolz: real funny dude [00:49] PEZdespencer13th: it is! [00:49] EPIC lolz: when you have to carry a gun to school [00:49] PEZdespencer13th: you live in the hood? [00:49] EPIC lolz: or you get into a fight everyday [00:49] EPIC lolz: yeah dude [00:49] PEZdespencer13th: ahahahaah [00:49] PEZdespencer13th: shitty Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- -Battery Sep 22, 2006 10:22 am - OMFG!!! GaryS Sep 22, 2006 2:37 pm - disapproved :V b_boi-997 Sep 22, 2006 6:39 pm - He sounds full of shit.

Sep 14, 2006 2:04 pm - I fucked up. Earlier, i posted a blog about my 1337ness and it involved something rather innapropriate. Yes, i guess its sorta my fault for the replys and everyone else having to see it, but where is Weasel? My god. This site has so many bugs in it. I try to view my new messages and nothing shows up. I try to delete the fucked up reply to my blog and NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENS. Hey, Weasel. Do something about it. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- stfk Sep 15, 2006 7:20 am - You mean my bukkake reply? Toa ty Sep 15, 2006 7:33 pm - THESE HAVE BEEN FIXED IN V4 REPORT BUG TOOL If you used the site, you’d know.

Sep 13, 2006 9:57 pm - Crazy. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- stfk Sep 13, 2006 10:39 pm - What game is this? I might get it. Bukkake: Quote: . bukkake 2055 up, 196 down 1. noun Variety of fetish that involves repeated ejaculation on a female by many (8 will do) men. 2. verb To ejaculate on something, especially repeatedly 1. I think you have a future in bukkake videos. 2. Turn off your stereo or I will bukkake on it. Image: Another De5cription: Bukkake occurs when a group of men, perhaps 50 or more, manually stimulate themselves to climax and proceed to squirt warm ectoplasm onto the face, hair, body, or into the eyeballs, ears or mouth of a waiting and willing female. The female will sometimes decide to swallow the creamy ejaculate and utilize the energy and protein it provides to rejuvenate her and allow her to heartily receive two further litres of semen onto her now apparently yogurt and glue covered visage. Bukkake originated in Japan, but is now widely practised throughout the world. Hey honey, do you want to go engage in a 100 man bukkake session? Good. Don’t bother having dinner tonight alright? Oh, and don’t bother going to the spa for a facial today either. You will receive both courtesy of the city fire department’s entire staff tonight at the firehall. Oh, and don’t wear anything nice. We’ll just throw your clothes straight in the garbage when we’re finished. Hope you like semen!

Jul 22, 2006 9:07 pm - Vampirefreaks.com I read a bunch of journal entries earlier and saw a bunch that were really quite moving. Someone was so angry, that he/she wrote an entire sentence using the word "fuck". They were mad. At everything around and i laughed at it. I laughed long and hard for 5 minutes and still giggling right now. Now, im all into the letting your stress out through writing, but seriously, do you need to cuss? Last i tried to vent my hate/anger/anything else i havent mentioned, cussing worked me up more. Maybe its just me? I also saw this video of a girl recording her video diary. ... ... ... ’ve never seen anyone so pathetic in my life. Hair brought down to the side all prepped up to make herself look more retarded than she probably would’ve been. Her voice... oh so annoying with the constant rambling about how she needs to find herself again and her pain, misery, suffering, anguish, emptyness, loneliness, sadness, bereavedness, bitterness, black spiritedness, cheerlessness, dejectedness, depressedness, despairingness, despondentness, disconsolateness, dismal, distressedness, dolefulness, downness, downcastness, forlornness, gloomy, glum, grief-strickenness, grieve, heartbrokenness, heartsickness, heavy-heartedness, hurting, in doldrums*, in grief, languishing, lowness, low-spiritedness, lugubriousness, melancholy, morbidness, morose, mournfulness, pensiveness, pessimisticness, somberness, sorrowfulness, sorry, troubledness, weeping, wistfulness, non woebegone feelings were tearing her up inside. Boo-hoo. So you have had your mid-life crisis at the age of 15? Get over it! Not all the marijuana, sex and alcohol can keep you from dwelling on the past, loser. Go drink some coffee and cut yourself instead of bitching about it to the world and then cutting yourself after. People wouldnt be diverted from more important things happening in the world. Somewhere in a Malaysian sweatshop, a little girl is feeling as depressed as you and working for food, not money. Her mother has most likely sold the little girl for money to get food and doesnt give a shit less if her boyfriend broke up with her or she got raped by a stranger. Stfu. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- paintbal uh Jul 23, 2006 2:58 am - Quote: pain, misery, suffering, anguish, emptyness, loneliness, sadness, bereavedness, bitterness, black spiritedness, cheerlessness, dejectedness, depressedness, despairingness, despondentness, disconsolateness, dismal, distressedness, dolefulness, downness, downcastness, forlornness, gloomy, glum, grief-strickenness, grieve, heartbrokenness, heartsickness, heavy-heartedness, hurting, in doldrums*, in grief, languishing, lowness, low-spiritedness, lugubriousness, melancholy, morbidness, morose, mournfulness, pensiveness, pessimisticness, somberness, sorrowfulness, sorry, troubledness, weeping, wistfulness, non woebegone feelings thesaurus.com? Knu lehead Jul 23, 2006 8:06 am - that’s what i was thinkin paintballah

Jul 21, 2006 9:40 pm - Bullshit. Darklyrics.com has ICP lyrics but not Johnny Cash... *sob* During summer school, there was this gargantuan fight! Litterally, hundreds of kids surrounded the two fighters and the deans nor police could break through to get them. So, being the hardasses they are, they got the tear gas and all hell broke loose. Kids were choking and coughing screaming about how its bullshit. I thought it was funny since i was a pussy and stood away to watch. Add a Reply -- REPLIES -- stfk Jul 22, 2006 5:36 am - Aw :( non xist Jul 22, 2006 12:18 pm - huh! sad ;( Jul 22, 2006 3:21 pm - it shows how stupid we really are....... two kids could have gotten hurt OR we tear gas 30 people. -BC- Jul 22, 2006 4:40 pm - So what if somebody throws up from inhaling a bit too much gas? Its their fault for standing around like an idiot when a war is going on.