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[cannedcream]

Azint wrote...

Bruce Campbell for ME3.

YES!
A MILLION TIMES; YES!

[Homebound]

Azint wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

*snip*

Lovecraftian Tali?

Lol those Quarian fingers under those long sleeves is cute.

[RedTracer7]

cannedcream wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

cannedcream wrote...

If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting in the fetal position slowly rocking and sobbing into my knees.

Embrace it! Go back and look into her eyes...

Stare...

Where we're going, you won't need eyes to see.

I did and do you know the scene that played in my head?

The figure that looks like a woman begins to stand, her movements are jerky and hard like a machine being forced to life after years of neglect and rust. The sound of her bones cracking as she moves fills the oddly calm air. No birds sing, no wind blows, and even in the light of the midday sun there seems to be a chill.
Her eyes never leave my own. She never blinks. Not once. I want to run, but can not. I want to scream, but can not. In desperation, or perhaps in fear that I'll lose my mind if I don't do otherwise, I shut my eyes. I count from five to zero, willing the creature away. Telling myself that this is a nightmare, a hallucination, that I'm not seeing what I know in my heart that I am.
As I reach the final number I open my eyes. The ground before more is blessedly empty. I let out a audible sigh of relief, the feeling of overwhelming joy running through my veins like a sweet drug.
Two impossibly long, misshapen arms wrap around my chest, embracing me as I feel the owner's body pressed against my back. Even though her clothing and my own, I can feel the ice-like cold of her skin from a body that knows neither a beating heart or rushing blood.
Her veiled face hovers over my shoulder, her lips inches from my ear. When she speaks, her voice sounds soothing, seductive, and completely poisonous.
"Lover," she whispers as pretty as can be.
I close my eyes and begin to count backward, this time from ten, as her hands begin to dig through my flesh and bone. By the time I hit zero, I feel one chilly hand enclose around my heart and squeeze.

Why thats... disturbing.  I liked it.  But I found the idea of her hand "squeezing" the heart... exciting.

Giggity?

[Someone With Mass]

Azint wrote...

SpatFieya wrote...

Azint wrote...

Bruce Campbell for ME3.

As I picture Bruce chain sawing collectors apart, pumping them full of led with his 12 gauge boom stick, and spitting out incredibly simple and bad ass one liners... 

This becomes more and more awesome. 

He actually makes one-liners enjoyable. That is an impressive feat.

Shop smart. Shop S-mart. YA GOT THAT?!

[Azint]

Just_mike wrote...

Lol those Quarian fingers under those long sleeves is cute.

I actually wanted to only show three, but it would have ruined the surprise.

[solazz]

RedTracer7 wrote...
Why thats... disturbing.  I liked it.  But I found the idea of her hand "squeezing" the heart... exciting.

Giggity?

*folds arms and nods head in a sagely manner*
Giggity.

[cannedcream]

Raid1000 wrote...

Azint wrote...

Feed me!
*LSoH*

This is not creepy, it's cute! :wub:

I loved that movie.

[Raid1000]

You know what would be funny? Stanley Woo Woo closing this thread at page 8999.

[Homebound]

RedTracer7 wrote...

cannedcream wrote...

Lividity Jones wrote...

cannedcream wrote...

If anyone needs me, I'll be sitting in the fetal position slowly rocking and sobbing into my knees.

Embrace it! Go back and look into her eyes...

Stare...

Where we're going, you won't need eyes to see.

I did and do you know the scene that played in my head?

The figure that looks like a woman begins to stand, her movements are jerky and hard like a machine being forced to life after years of neglect and rust. The sound of her bones cracking as she moves fills the oddly calm air. No birds sing, no wind blows, and even in the light of the midday sun there seems to be a chill.
Her eyes never leave my own. She never blinks. Not once. I want to run, but can not. I want to scream, but can not. In desperation, or perhaps in fear that I'll lose my mind if I don't do otherwise, I shut my eyes. I count from five to zero, willing the creature away. Telling myself that this is a nightmare, a hallucination, that I'm not seeing what I know in my heart that I am.
As I reach the final number I open my eyes. The ground before more is blessedly empty. I let out a audible sigh of relief, the feeling of overwhelming joy running through my veins like a sweet drug.
Two impossibly long, misshapen arms wrap around my chest, embracing me as I feel the owner's body pressed against my back. Even though her clothing and my own, I can feel the ice-like cold of her skin from a body that knows neither a beating heart or rushing blood.
Her veiled face hovers over my shoulder, her lips inches from my ear. When she speaks, her voice sounds soothing, seductive, and completely poisonous.
"Lover," she whispers as pretty as can be.
I close my eyes and begin to count backward, this time from ten, as her hands begin to dig through my flesh and bone. By the time I hit zero, I feel one chilly hand enclose around my heart and squeeze.

Why thats... disturbing.  I liked it.  But I found the idea of her hand "squeezing" the heart... exciting.

Giggity?

D'awww. What a cute story. Very macabre, but cute me thinks nonetheless.

[RedTracer7]

solazz wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...
Why thats... disturbing.  I liked it.  But I found the idea of her hand "squeezing" the heart... exciting.

Giggity?

*folds arms and nods head in a sagely manner*
Giggity.

This thread is capable of sustaining itself at only two levels:

Creepy                                                                                        Raunchy
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------o
                                                                 ^
                                                  We are switching polarity....

[Homebound]

Azint wrote...

Just_mike wrote...

Lol those Quarian fingers under those long sleeves is cute.

I actually wanted to only show three, but it would have ruined the surprise.

I can just see it now, Tali writing with a pen or pencil for the first time.

[solazz]

RedTracer7 wrote...

This thread is capable of sustaining itself at only two levels:

Creepy                                                                                        Raunchy
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------o
                                                                 ^
                                                  We are switching polarity....

Sounds hot.  I mean... wait, what?

[cannedcream]

Someone With Mass wrote...


Shop smart. Shop S-mart. YA GOT THAT?!

We came so close to Freddy vs Jason vs Ash.
Sooooooo close.

"You found me beautiful once."
"Babe, you got real ugly."

[Homebound]

solazz wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...

This thread is capable of sustaining itself at only two levels:

Creepy                                                                                        Raunchy
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------o
                                                                 ^
                                                  We are switching polarity....

Sounds hot.  I mean... wait, what?

[Someone With Mass]

RedTracer7 wrote...


This thread is capable of sustaining itself at only two levels:

Creepy                                                                                        Raunchy
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------o
                                                                 ^
                                                  We are switching polarity....

Is it too much to ask to have both?

[cannedcream]

Raid1000 wrote...

You know what would be funny? Stanley Woo Woo closing this thread at page 8999.

Mother Fu-

[NuclearBuddha]

We had scarce progressed past the curious preface to the tome when we found that we had arrived in Greenmarsh. My first impression, made through the rain-streaked window of the motorcar, was one of a quaint village, picturesque in its rustic inelegance. Double-chimneyed cottages of rough stone lined the hillside roads, presided over by church which, while dilapidated, exemplified very early gothic architecture. I recalled from my earlier investigation of the village that it had stubbornly resisted conversion to Christianity until well after the enlightenment of neighboring Ireland, and decided that perhaps some resistance still remained, given the place of worship’s apparent desertion.

However, upon more careful consideration of the scene, certain rather disquieting details began to emerge.  Though it was well after midday, silence reigned in the streets.  Of the bucolic Welsh shepherds and yeomen so stereotyped by their more sophisticated urban countrymen, there was no sign.  The few faces which peered at us from lifted curtains or cracked shutters were drawn and pale as if in great fear, and shewed certain facial stigmata usually associated with degeneracy and breeding of the lowest sort.  Though fishing must comprise at least some of the village's livelihood, no ships were in evidence at the ramshackle dock, and only a single vessel could be seen on the horizon.  Also lacking were the white speckles on the green hills near the village that would suggest grazing flocks.  A pall seemed to hang over the town, though, in light of the most striking feature of the landscape, this should not have caused surprise.

To the south, looming over a band of foul-looking salt marshes, stood what Dr. Newstead had called "the Citadel."  If its appearance at a distance had struck me with a vague uneasiness verging on dread, the sight of the pillar of black stone's hateful proportions so close produced an aversion somewhat approaching terror.  It was far too smooth and stark for my liking, giving an impression of a terrible artificialness, though what human hand could have constructed such a monstrosity?  I shuddered to consider the effect upon the psyche of living within sight of the thing, the oppresive inkiness of the stone clotting every view of the sky, the sense that it it did not merely stand, but somehow waited!  But for what, no man could say.

When Miss Williams stopped before a decaying country inn, I was only too eager to be beneath a roof, and out of sight of that dreadful basalt spire.  Inspector Vakarian accompanying me, I made arrangements with the innkeeper for a short stay.  It was not my intention to remain long, having aided the constable in reaching his destination.  However, when I happened to glance at ealier entries in the guest book, I was astounded to see that M. Arterius had stayed there on numerous occasions during the past year.  Inspector Vakarian also seemed to make a discovery within those pages, for he seemed most interested in a certain name written there, though he did not elaborate on the matter to me at that moment.  From his mutterings, it seemed that he suspected the name he had chanced upon may have had bearing on the murders he had been called upon to investigate.

[Homebound]

Someone With Mass wrote...

RedTracer7 wrote...


This thread is capable of sustaining itself at only two levels:

Creepy                                                                                        Raunchy
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------------o
                                                                 ^
                                                  We are switching polarity....

Is it too much to ask to have both?

[Someone With Mass]

cannedcream wrote...

Someone With Mass wrote...


Shop smart. Shop S-mart. YA GOT THAT?!

We came so close to Freddy vs Jason vs Ash.
Sooooooo close.

"You found me beautiful once."
"Babe, you got real ugly."

Yo, she-b*tch. Let's go.

Awesome.

[Homebound]

Someone With Mass wrote...

cannedcream wrote...

Someone With Mass wrote...


Shop smart. Shop S-mart. YA GOT THAT?!

We came so close to Freddy vs Jason vs Ash.
Sooooooo close.

"You found me beautiful once."
"Babe, you got real ugly."

Yo, she-b*tch. Let's go.

Awesome.

Miranda: "I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!!"
Tali: "Come get some."
*Shotgun rain!!*

[SpatFieya]

Azint wrote...

SpatFieya wrote...

Azint wrote...

Bruce Campbell for ME3.

As I picture Bruce chain sawing collectors apart, pumping them full of led with his 12 gauge boom stick, and spitting out incredibly simple and bad ass one liners... 

This becomes more and more awesome. 

He actually makes one-liners enjoyable. That is an impressive feat.

And that takes talent. That is why he's so damn amazing. 

Hell, he made one word insanely bad ass. 

*Starts chainsaw*

Ash: Groovey.

[Someone With Mass]

Raid1000 wrote...

You know what would be funny? Stanley Woo Woo closing this thread at page 8999.

Then he'll get a message for each and everyone of those pages.

[NuclearBuddha]

And that will be all for tonight, I think. Thank you all for tolerating.

[solazz]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

And that will be all for tonight, I think. Thank you all for tolerating.

Thank you for dispening these works for us to tolerate. (seriously, I like it!)

[Lividity Jones]

NuclearBuddha wrote...

We had scarce progressed past the curious preface to the tome when we found that we had arrived in Greenmarsh. My first impression, made through the rain-streaked window of the motorcar, was one of a quaint village, picturesque in its rustic inelegance. Double-chimneyed cottages of rough stone lined the hillside roads, presided over by church which, while dilapidated, exemplified very early gothic architecture. I recalled from my earlier investigation of the village that it had stubbornly resisted conversion to Christianity until well after the enlightenment of neighboring Ireland, and decided that perhaps some resistance still remained, given the place of worship’s apparent desertion.

However, upon more careful consideration of the scene, certain rather disquieting details began to emerge.  Though it was well after midday, silence reigned in the streets.  Of the bucolic Welsh shepherds and yeomen so stereotyped by their more sophisticated urban countrymen, there was no sign.  The few faces which peered at us from lifted curtains or cracked shutters were drawn and pale as if in great fear, and shewed certain facial stigmata usually associated with degeneracy and breeding of the lowest sort.  Though fishing must comprise at least some of the village's livelihood, no ships were in evidence at the ramshackle dock, and only a single vessel could be seen on the horizon.  Also lacking were the white speckles on the green hills near the village that would suggest grazing flocks.  A pall seemed to hang over the town, though, in light of the most striking feature of the landscape, this should not have caused surprise.

To the south, looming over a band of foul-looking salt marshes, stood what Dr. Newstead had called "the Citadel."  If its appearance at a distance had struck me with a vague uneasiness verging on dread, the sight of the pillar of black stone's hateful proportions so close produced an aversion somewhat approaching terror.  It was far too smooth and stark for my liking, giving an impression of a terrible artificialness, though what human hand could have constructed such a monstrosity?  I shuddered to consider the effect upon the psyche of living within sight of the thing, the oppresive inkiness of the stone clotting every view of the sky, the sense that it it did not merely stand, but somehow waited!  But for what, no man could say.

When Miss Williams stopped before a decaying country inn, I was only too eager to be beneath a roof, and out of sight of that dreadful basalt spire.  Inspector Vakarian accompanying me, I made arrangements with the innkeeper for a short stay.  It was not my intention to remain long, having aided the constable in reaching his destination.  However, when I happened to glance at ealier entries in the guest book, I was astounded to see that M. Arterius had stayed there on numerous occasions during the past year.  Inspector Vakarian also seemed to make a discovery within those pages, for he seemed most interested in a certain name written there, though he did not elaborate on the matter to me at that moment.  From his mutterings, it seemed that he suspected the name he had chanced upon may have had bearing on the murders he had been called upon to investigate.

Degenerate and in-bred fishing villagers?

Awful and incomprehensible monolithic structure not far beyond?

Inspector Vakarian catches a name in the guest book?

The plot thickens...

Modifié par Lividity Jones, 04 juillet 2010 - 07:30 .