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| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:25:53 PM | Message Detail |
| Yesterday, I did something rather stupid, I
tried to incite flames over my belief that Mortal Kombat was a great
game that shouldn't have lost. I have to say that in hindsight I
should have not tried to incite flames like that, and I am
sorry. Hopefully, this will show everyone out there that perhaps we should not be so into this contest, and that suiciding your account because of a game is stupid, and such things should not be relished. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Villainous Janus | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:31:07 PM | Message Detail |
| I declare you guilty of incoherent thought, poor
spelling, and rambling on about your personal vices which are all
too evident and all too irrelevant. And you might want to rethink
your position on suicide. --- Fratricide is underrated |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:32:44 PM | Message Detail |
| So, without further ado... Porn links http://ironmouse.za.org/dragon/index3.html, http://english.dragonball-city.nl/, www.wwoec.com, www.freecartoonsex.com, www.starshiptitus.com, www.ebonylove.com, www.google.com, www.megapo rnlinks.com/, www.1freepo rnfinder.com/, www.wet place.com, http://necro babes.org/dolcett/main.htm, http://64.252.62.40/main.htm, http://www.hent aiplayground.com/?wm_login=pinkabc, www.hent aiseeker.com/, www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/hen tai.htm, www.hen taineko.com/ STORY TIME A No One Lives Forever story! Cate would die before admitting it to anyone at U.N.I.T.Y., but she was thoroughly enjoying this assignment. There had been a lot of snigg ering and whispering when she'd drawn the assignment to act as Jacque "Fleur de Tueur" Toures' nighttime liason. The expensive French assassin was notoriously paranoid--as U.N.I.T.Y. had discovered by losing no less than three trained agents in as many months, trying to bring Toures in for questioning concerning the death of an Indian diplomat half a year ago. Lulling the amorous assassin into inattentiveness by seducing him had already been tried once, though the agent's orders had been to subdue Toures as soon as she got him alone. Archer's approach--the approach she'd been ordered to take, that is--was somewhat more subtle. Or not, the tiny portion of her mind that was still rational commented as her right hand knocked a priceless crystal lamp over, then spasmodically grabbed the edge of the table it'd been sitting on as if the cherrywood were her own life. The fingers of her left hand were tangled in the short curles that topped Jacque Toures' head; Cate grunted, and the Frenchman wrapped one hairy forearm beneath her jaw and lifted. Her desperate grip on the table dragged it a few inches, then slipped and left her completely helpless in Toures' grip. Grinning in triumph, Toures twisted his torso, dragging Cate around as he prepared to finish her. The spy could sense the end was near; flailing, she wriggled to pull away from the assassin in a desperate play to delay the inevitable for a few moments more. It did not help; she was utterly without means to resist the French killer. |
| From: the jenova files | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:32:53 PM | Message Detail |
| [This message was deleted at the request of the original poster] |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:34:05 PM | Message Detail |
| "Ah!" she gasped, bowing to fate and allowing
the orgasm to flood through her. Archer's initial plan had been to
allow Jacque one quickie, let the contact poison secreted into her
vagina to do its work--she'd taken the antidote to the knockout
drug--and call for her backup. That had been two hours ago, as
Toures was kissing her throat and slipping her evening gown off her
shoulders. Their first real kiss had woken the spy's normally latent
sex drive; five--no, six--orgasms later, she was chewing on the idea
of leaving U.N.I.T.Y. and simply living the rest of her life as
Jacque's mistress. She was also chewing the couch cusions; Jacque
had slid his thigh beneath her hips, and was thrusting into her from
behind at an angle that woke sensations in portions of her lower
belly that she hadn't even known existed. Gasping again, she placed
her hand on Jacque's and guided his fingers as they kneaded her
breasts, turning her head so that her burning lips could taste his.
Smiling, the Frenchman dragged his mouth across her cheek and neck,
stopping to swallow a dangling pearl earring and the lobe it
pierced. Cate inhaled and exhaled in breathy moans, trembling at the edge of another orgasm as Jacque's hand dipped between the couch cushions and came back up. Gripping the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't trapped beneath her, she began to rock her body harder against her lover's; she needed to feel another sweet ocean wash up from between her legs, buzz through the nipples that Jacque teased and pinched, and cool her fiery lips. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feeling of holding him inside her, of the strangely hard/soft length of flesh slipping around within her body. Jacque raised his arm for a moment; the slapping sound of his next stroke had an odd quality to it, almost like an echo. Cate's body continued to tremble against his, and he spent himself inside her in two more hard pushes. Her fingers gripped and released the couch cushions in uncontrolled reaction to what had happened to her, while her feet twisted against each other and a small tic spasmed the skin of her cheek. Pulling out of his latest trophy, Jacque stood naked, and crossed the room to pick up the phone. Behind him, Cate's face still held the expression of slack ecstacy it'd assumed nearly a minute before, as the night's final petite mort approached. A small trickle of crimson blood rolled down across her face, pooling for a moment before crossing the bridge of her nose; its source was the dime-sized hole just above her ear. Behind her drying eyes, her skull was almost completely empty; the frangible bullet had punched the majority of the colloid matter out through the fist-sized hole that was concealed by the fact that her head lay on the couch. Small quivers continued to roll thorugh her body, and the toes of her left foot clenched and unclenched in regular rhythm. "She is dead," Jacque said into the phone, setting his silenced pistol on the table beside him. Listening to the reply, he laughed. "Enjoy it? Not really. She was barely an adequate lover--out of practice, I'd say," he said, popping another of the pills that rendered him immune to the poison Cate had used. "I was going to kill her with my love-seed all over her face, but I wouldn't trust her with my dick in her mouth!" He paused, frowning as he heard what the other end said. "Yes, I said 'love-seed'! Just because you are too insensitive to understand the language of lovers--!" He exchanged a few more short words with his contact, then dressed and left the room without once glancing at the cooling, naked body of Cate Archer. And for you FF7 lovers…. |
| From: chris1518 | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:34:57 PM | Message Detail |
| W00t --- Oh cruel fate, to be thusly boned, but ask not for whom the bone bones, it bones for thee. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:34:58 PM | Message Detail |
| SPOILER TIME: Metal Gear: Meryl is Campbell’s daughter! Otacon bonked his stepmom! E.E. Dies! Raiden is the main character in Metal Gear Solid 2! The Ninja is grey fox AND OLGA! Final Fantasy 7: Aeris dies! Zelda: Link’s boat is the king of hyrule! Grand Theft Auto: Lance betrays you! You kill Maria at the end of the game! Pokemon: Sucks! KFASDHOIRUASDIOFUAS I GAUFDSKVJSA I FU CKING HATE YOU FJDSOIFUASIOVJASDVK AAHEHEHEHEHE SH IT CU NT FA G SH IT MONKEY Before I close this out, I’d just like to say that CjayC does indeed run a great site, even if the message boards are filled with immature kids ( though, I suppose I’m not doing anything to reverse that…) and I hope his site continues to prosper. You might be wondering, though, as to why I would go and waste such a good account. Well, I don’t really post on the message boards at all, and so I feel as there is no need to keep this account any longer. Sure, I suppose I could do the sensible thing and just close my account, but that wouldn’t be any fun now, wouldn’t it? All I have to say, is see you guys around, and long live Gunstar Heroes. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Ardus | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:35:33 PM | Message Detail |
| Dang man, that is a nice account, you should
have given it to me instead of LUEciding it. --- Spring Contest Score: 13/14 |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:36:45 PM | Message Detail |
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| From: Forsaken | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:37:57 PM | Message Detail |
| 3/10 Next please. --- One needs only to look at the band Creed to know that contemporary Christianity produces less than desirable results. - Amazing Telephone |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:37:59 PM | Message Detail |
| And for you FF7 lovers…. "What's this? A first year? We outta teach the little boy a lesson." Cloud's heart jumped into his throat. These guys could cream him in a second! Cloud backed away nervously. "Aww, is the baby scared? We'll make it better cutie..." Snarling, the 3 boys advanced on Cloud, an evil glimmer in their eyes. They were on him instantly. "I think we should teach him whose boss around here." The biggest one started to unbuckle his pants. Cloud's eyes widened drastically. He had been beaten up by the kids in Nibelheim, but not nearly as bad as this. This kid was going to rape him! *What did I do to deserve this?* Cloud tried to scramble away, his facial expression one of genuine fear. The boy had no mercy though, grabbing Cloud's broken body and shoving into him violently. Cloud bit his lip, eyes tearing. As soon as they were finished, they left Cloud, a bloody, crumpled heap on the ground. To whatever graces, Cloud heard footsteps down the hall. "Oh sh it!" Whoever was walking had obviously seen him. The man ran up to Cloud, kneeling beside his form. Cloud recognized the SOLDIER uniform, but the man was not Zack. "Hold on kid, I've called for a doctor. Don't move." Cloud didn't think he could move, even if he wanted too. He didn't even feel the medics lifting him onto a stretcher. "Did you see what happened to him?" One medic asked the SOLDIER, who in return answered no. Cloud felt dazed. His head was buzzing, and his eyes were beginning to unfocus. Graciously, he let consciousness slip from him. What else could his body do? |
| From: Lady Sheik | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:39:44 PM | Message Detail |
| -5 out of 10. Jeez, you even warned before you
put the spoilers. Oh, and VM, how would YOU know anything about fratricide? Something you're not telling us about Schala? >_> --- Whoosh. Or whatever. Don't look at my quote. |
| From: Villainous Janus | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:39:53 PM | Message Detail |
| Dang, suicide was his only option. I need to
stop calling these so close to the wire. You're welcome if I helped
you along at all. --- Karma post |
| From: GazeboMania | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:40:49 PM | Message Detail |
| [This message was deleted at the request of the original poster] |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:40:54 PM | Message Detail |
| Well, since it isn't deleted yet. ( /(|)\ ) (. y . ) Also, Forsaken you can suck my ba lls and you suck bit ch fu ck you Also also also Awakened Cloud is a bitc h --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Ganon the Great | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:41:19 PM | Message Detail |
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| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:41:55 PM | Message Detail |
| www.po rnrocks.com |
| From: yanksmtm | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:43:09 PM | Message Detail |
| it was such a nice account... --- Game over man, game over!-Hudson, Aliens |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:43:30 PM | Message Detail |
| Mast urbation is the key to immortality, the key
to everything. You want to have better se x? You have to jack the
weasel. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Villainous Janus | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:43:36 PM | Message Detail |
| Actually, that would be sororicide, killing
one's sister. Fratricide is the killing of one's brothers, or peers,
of which I have none. Nevertheless, extinguishing the blight of the
gamefaqs community would seem to be a worthy goal, and homicide was
overused. --- I'm also guilty of matricide. Stupid evil *****. |
| From: yoblazer33 | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:44:05 PM | Message Detail |
| I'm not an experct on account suicides, so what
would classify as a 10/10? --- Si Hoc Legere Scis Nimium Eruditionis Habes |
| From: Heroic Ganondorf | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:44:57 PM | Message Detail |
| Suicides on LUE
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Suicides here. The people here really need to learn to make good suicides. The one yesterday and this one SUCK HARD. --- Current Goal: Get 10 people to accuse me of being an alt. account in a row. ------------v is my main account. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:46:37 PM | Message Detail |
| Face struggled up, gasping in pleasure, and then
slowly ran the tip of his tongue along the throat of his lover.
Gazing into the pilot's eyes, he wondered what it was about his
friend that made him so desirable. Leaning in close and gently
nibbling his partner's ear, he whispered seductively, "I want you
to..." "Tell me which one is better - green or purple?" Face jumped slightly, startled out of the daydream as he realized Murdock was standing right in front of him and waving two frightfully colorful knit caps in his face. "Huh?" he stammered, having missed the first part of the question. Murdock sighed in exasperation and asked again, "Which color do you think B.A. will like better - green or purple? Help me out here, Faceman, I want to make sure I get the big guy somethin' for Christmas he's actually goin' to like! I asked you to come shoppin' with me today 'cause you're the one with all the fashion sense, but you keep zonin' out on me." Murdock's expression turned serious for a moment and he asked, "Are you feelin' okay? You look a little pale." Face tried to push the steamy memories out of his mind and answered, "I'm fine. Sorry, all this shopping is tiring me out, I guess." Looking at the two caps, he asked, "Did they have any red? I think B.A. might like red better." "Only in plaid," Murdock answered. Overhead, the cheery sounds of "Jingle Bells" echoed through the bustling department store which was filled with shoppers trying to find those holiday bargains at the last minutes. "Plaid definitely wouldn't work for B.A. Go with the purple, then." Murdock grinned, obviously pleased, and ran off to put back the green cap wherever he found it while Face went back to half-heartedly looking through silk ties. He never was all that big on holidays - always seemed like occasions meant to be spent with family, which was something he'd never really had, except for the Team. And this year, the Team members had basically scattered as soon as Stockwell had given his reluctant okay that they could have a week off, pre-approved travel plans even allowed. Hannibal had left for Bad Rock right away, and B.A. had taken the van on the road to Chicago to visit his mother. Even Frankie had caught a flight back to L.A. to see his father, so that left Murdock and Face with nowhere in particular to go or anyone else to celebrate with except each other. That didn't seem to bother Murdock in the least, as he busied himself buying gifts for the guys for when they returned and trying to get Face into the holiday spirit, fixing up the Langley house with the gaudiest decorations imaginable. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: chris1518 | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:46:40 PM | Message Detail |
| id like to see you do a better one heroic
ganondorf --- Oh cruel fate, to be thusly boned, but ask not for whom the bone bones, it bones for thee. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:47:30 PM | Message Detail |
| Murdock's enthusiasm was somewhat infectious,
Face had to admit, though at the same time his mood was clouded by
unexpected remembrances of another holiday many years back...another
time when he and Murdock had had a week of leave together, and
things had happened that they'd never talked about since then. For
so long, it seemed, he'd buried the memories in the back of his
mind, labeled neatly as "dangerous territory" - yet fifteen years
later, he was starting to find it hard to ignore anymore. Everything
had been changing so much for the Team this past year...maybe the
stress was starting to get to him, making his brain do weird things
to him, he decided. Murdock came bounding back before Face could start brooding about it much more, purple cap in hand plus a pair of black leather gloves. "What do you think, do they look like they're the colonel's size? I noticed his old pair is startin' to get a little worn out." "I say it's time for us to get out of here for a while, get some dinner. We've been shopping for five hours already, and you wanted to finish decorating the tree tonight, didn't you?" "Yeah, guess so," Murdock acquiesced, as they went over to the cashier to pay up. "I just want to stop by Toys R'Us real quick first." Face groaned, knowing that it would at least be another hour or two before they'd get on the road. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: kevinski | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:47:47 PM | Message Detail |
| It's been my dream to someday perform an account
suicide by breaking every single part of the ToS, but I'd never
wanna lose my only account that can access LUE. --- "Those who keep tigers risk becoming prey." - Sagat, SVC Chaos |
| From: Lady Sheik | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:48:11 PM | Message Detail |
| Actually, that would be sororicide, killing
one's sister. I know. But you really can't see anything under those robes, so we just have to take your word for it, don't we? ****ing CT, filled with guys with breasts and other guys with long blue hair..... .... I don't suppose I want to know how your father died, either. --- Whoosh. Or whatever. Don't look at my quote. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:48:27 PM | Message Detail |
| Face had to admit, they made an impressive pair
together, a sure fire hit with the women, what with Murdock's wacky
charm and his own polished looks and manners. Face couldn't help but
admire how good Murdock looked in his uniform, and Face knew he
looked good, too. He always was proud of his appearance and knew how
it was sometimes his best weapon - but it could also be his worst
enemy. With women, he often wondered if they ever cared for him for
anything other than his appearance. And with men...his looks often
made him an easy target for jealousy and suspicion, or occasionally
unwanted advances. Murdock was one of the few people Face felt completely comfortable around; despite his being the one to give Peck the nickname of "the Faceman", he seemed to be one of the few people to ever get past his looks and really want to get to know the person behind them. That was why Face had wanted to spend this holiday with Murdock...among other reasons. Conversation ran the usual gamut as they sat back, pleasantly physically exhausted from swimming and full from the delicious meal (of course, after living on army food and rations for so long, just about any other food tasted like a gourmet delight in comparison) They made plans for what to do before they had to go back, talked and gossiped about mutual friends and crazy stories they'd heard, and speculated on the war and how much longer it would keep going. After a while, talk started to degrade to locker-room level, Face detailing some of his better "conquests" in recent times and back in his earlier days. Murdock's eyes were wide in disbelief. "I'm just tryin' to picture this scene - you, and Barbara, and Serenity, and a cucumber ?! Is there anything you haven't ever tried?" Murdock joked after a particularly bizarre story, and Face laughed. "Not much," he admitted. Was that an invitation? he wondered to himself, looking across at his friend. It wouldn't be the first time there'd been a little flirtation between them, though it had never gone beyond that in all the time they'd known each other. Face had never had any real interest in members of his own sex - considering the amount of time he'd had to spend since he'd joined the military fighting unappealing offers off - but there was something about Murdock that drew his interest, like the proverbial moth to the flame. From their earliest meetings, Face had found it hard sometimes to keep his eyes off the young, brash pilot whom had become such a fast, good friend - though it had taken a while for his brain to catch up with his body and realize the attraction had a sexual undercurrent to it. It had disturbed him at first, but then he'd noticed something in Murdock's demeanor that seemed to speak perhaps of a similar interest, though he was nothing if not incredibly subtle about it. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:49:24 PM | Message Detail |
| Sensing that his interest was not unwarranted
and perhaps not unreciprocated had only served to increase Face's
curiosity. It was one of the reasons he'd been eager to have Murdock
join him on this trip...instinct had told him that perhaps if they
had some time alone, in a relaxed atmosphere, they might become a
little less vague with their intentions. Face decided this was perhaps a good chance to test the waters a bit, so to speak. He felt a little daring as the brandy slightly dulled his apprehensions. "I've never been with a guy before," he admitted smoothly, as if it was no big deal. Still, his pulse quickened after speaking, and he reached down for his glass to finish off his shot. "Really? You must have had plenty of offers by now," Murdock replied nonchalantly. Face shrugged. "Yeah. But I wasn't interested, and made that pretty clear." "Not interested in the idea, or just the particular invitations?" Murdock pressed. Face smiled lightly to himself, sensing that his instincts had indeed been right, and looked to Murdock. "I guess I'd try anything once...with the right person." He held Murdock's gaze just slightly longer than "appropriate", and Murdock didn't turn away. "If you have an open mind about things, it can be...pretty interesting," Murdock suggested. "You're speaking from experience, I gather?" "Some," Murdock answered. "Does that bother you? Change what you think of me?" "Absolutely not," Face answered, pausing slightly as he decided exactly how to say what he wanted to say next. "Would it change what you think of me if I said I...might be interested...in learning a few things from you, about what it's like?" Murdock's eyes held Face's for a long moment, as Face held his breath. Then Murdock smiled, and got up from the chair where he sat and walked over towards him. Kneeling before Face, he reached up to stoke his cheek gently with his hand. "Actually, it was just what I was hoping you'd say." Face trembled, growing nervous now, as Murdock studied his reactions. He hadn't expected things to move so fast...but he wasn't exactly adverse to what was happening, either. Murdock's other hand moved up Face's leg, and he licked his lips as his hand moved towards his groin. "I've wondered if I ever make you hard, the way you make me hard," Murdock said softly, letting his hand slide against Face's cock, and Face gasped. "Mmm..." Murdock purred, his other hand leaving Face's cheek so that he could unbuckle Face's pants, then unzip them. Face arched back, totally in shock at his friend's boldness, the way he seemed to know exactly what he wanted - and what Face wanted as well. Face lifted his ass slightly as Murdock continued to remove his pants, then quickly his shorts. With Murdock's hand now stroking his bare cock, it rose to full arousal quickly, a fact which seemed to please Murdock greatly. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:50:44 PM | Message Detail |
| "Real nice, Faceman, real nice." Murdock leaned
in and kissed tip of it, then lifted it gently, licking it slowly,
up and down. "You like that?" Murdock asked, liquid brown eyes
gazing up into Face's blue ones. "Mm hmm..." Face sighed, not believing he was sitting there, pants around his ankles, Murdock between his legs. After teasing him a little longer, Murdock opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around Face's organ, then started sucking it, slowly, agonizingly...Face arched back in pleasure, his hands reaching for Murdock, running through his hair. He thrusted into Murdock's mouth, pushing himself inside as deep as he could go. He came fast and hard, amazed at how worked up he'd become - and at how skillful Murdock was at pleasuring him. Obviously satisfied at having gotten such a reaction from Face, Murdock slid up onto the sofa, taking another shot of brandy before turning Face's head towards him with his hand. "Not bad, huh?" "You don't waste any time, that's for sure," Face remarked, breathing in deep, just starting to come down slightly. He let his hand settle against Murdock's upper thigh, wondering if he could do anywhere near as good a job satisfying his obviously more experienced friend. "Like I said, I've never done anything like this before..." he said, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Heroic Ganondorf | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:51:24 PM | Message Detail |
| Well, I actually want to keep my account.
However, if I did, it would be grand. I'd spend weeks perfecting and
planning it. --- Current Goal: Get 10 people to accuse me of being an alt. account in a row. ------------v is my main account. |
| From: Deathover | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:52:04 PM | Message Detail |
| tag --- I'm a Pie, a delicious Apple Pie! |
| From: JuJuMonkey | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:53:07 PM | Message Detail |
| wow, rather slow one eh? --- *Boing* "What in the World?!?" aka brianakabigb, the handsome devil http://www.prism.gatech.edu/~gtg311a/ |
| From: Ganon the Great | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:53:28 PM | Message Detail |
| Solidus says: "You fail at
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| From: Villainous Janus | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:53:36 PM | Message Detail |
| .... I don't suppose I want to know how your
father died, either. Sexual exhaustion. My mother may have been an evil whore, but I'll say this about her, she was a demon in the sack. And out of the sack, but that's another story. --- AppleCider is underrated. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:53:37 PM | Message Detail |
| his hand tightly, the light from the moon
reflecting slightly off of the sharp tip. He remembered the exact
thoughts that were racing through his head. He thought about how
beautiful her virgin blood would look upon his sword. He thought
about how harmonious her muffled screams would sound as he cut
through her soft, pale skin. " This fallen angel would finally be
able to go back to the heavens," he thought. He would release her
from the pain of the world. A grin escaped his lips. Yes, he would
release her from her pain. He raised the blade high in the air. He
looked into Rinoa's mocha colored eyes. He saw the fear, and it made
him chuckle slightly. He never feared much in his life. aside from
being alone. He bought the blade down, making a beautiful cut on her
skin. Rinoa let out a screech of pain. " Squall why?" She asked,
softly. "Ssssh. It'll all be over soon." He whispered back. ((End Sequence)) Squall awoke from his dream, sweat dripping off his brow, " What the hell was that?" He whispered to himself softly. He climbed out of bed slowly. Looking at yet another one of the mysterious women he had bought home. He'd bought home many women day after day from "Snake" this bar he regularly attended. He slept with different women everyday to make himself feel like a man. Every since Rinoa left him, he felt he had nothing left. At times he wanted to kill her, or just beat the hell out of her. But it'd never gone any further then mere thought. She'd left him only six months ago, and never allowed him to see his two year old child. Squall grimaced at the thought. He looked at himself, and felt anger boil up inside. Sure, he had everything. A big house, lots of cars, and all the women he could ever want. But a few things were missing. His wife, and his daughter, and of course, his happiness. They were in the middle of a divorce. All because he made the mistake of sleeping with Quistis. He slammed his fist into the large mirror, watching the cracks spread slowly. He looked at his distorted figure in the broken glass. "Squally. Is everything okay?" the half naked woman asked, wrapping her arms around him, rubbing his buff chest through his robe. "I'm fine. Don't you think you should be heading home? I know your husband is worried sick." She smiled, and gave him a small peck on the cheek. " So when can I see you again?" "Never," he replied simply. "Never?" she repeated. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:55:39 PM | Message Detail |
| love your skin, so white I love your touch, cold as ice And I love every single tear you cry I just love the way you’re losing your life My baby how beautiful you are My darlin’ completely torn apart You’re gone with the sin my baby And beautiful you are So gone with the sin my darlin’ I adore the despair in your eyes I worship your lips once red as wine I crave for your scent Sending shivers down my spine I love the way you’re running out of life My baby how beautiful you are My darlin’ completely torn apart You’re gone with the sin my baby And beautiful you are So gone with the sin my darlin’ * * * * "Give it to me! Come on! Stop teasing me! You know I want it!" Squall growled fiercely, his impatience trying him every second. His fist bashed against atop the VCR player, it was time to upgrade to a DVD no less. "Damn technology…" He spat, ignoring the chuckled that his lover gave him from the bed. Irvine, they had recently decided to become lovers, both of them tired of loneliness. "Y a know, if I just walked in on you sayin’ that…I would think you were being fu cked." The sharpshooter laughed, but that thought was not really funny. A gun callused hand swept through his auburn locks, musing about Squall and another man. It would be so bad, as long as he was there, and he did not have to really share all that much. The only other one that knew about his newfound relationship with Squall, was his best friend at the Garden, Selphie. She of course, did not mind at all, being to infatuated with the instructor Quistis, and vise versa. The pair decided to hide their true desires, knowing the scandal that it would create. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:56:37 PM | Message Detail |
| "Heh. Jealous?" Squalls purred, giving up the
battle with the stubborn machine and strided gracefully back to the
bed, were he was welcomed with open arms. The lion tumbled into the
warmth of the sharpshooter’s lean, yet strong embrace, cuddling him
in an epitome of heat. He sighed heavily, his lean fingers reaching
up to tangle in the long auburn locks of the cowboy, all the while
inhaling the cowboy’s saccharine scent. Irvine smirked, his hands resting on his lover’s lean hips, thumbs messaging the hollow near his navel. "Maybe," He replied huskily, pecking Squall on the cheek with his soft lips. "Depends if I get to join in or not." Irvine pulled back to let his mate see the mischievous glint in his amethyst eyes. Yet he expression quickly sadden as his eyes cast upon the forlorn visage his boyfriend was wearing. "Squall? Something wrong babe?" Irvine murmured, stroking the soft chocolate locks of spider web hair that the lion nuzzled against the crook of his neck. "Laguna Loire." "Ah." That was all that needed to be said. Squalls' so called father was coming for a visit, and on the night that the pair was going to announce their engagement to each other. Squall was going to tell Laguna eventually, but fear made his decision become postponed, more than it was already. Though the decided date was weeks away, the mere thought of Squall telling the man sent shivers to dance up and down his spine. "And…Seifer" Irvine twitched at the mention of the blonde’s name. Seifer had trouble Squall ever since they were little children in Edea’s or Matrons orphanage, always picking on him and attempting to best him at, well, everything. It was still the same way as it was back then, now. Except, Seifer had chosen to fulfill his "romantic dream" and become the sorceress’s knight. "Don’t worry about it babe. Any one else?" The sharpshooter already knew what name was going to leak its way from Squall’s supple lips. "Rinoa." And there it was. Three people his little lion weren’t comfortable around anymore, people that had broken his heart into little pieces and left him stranded in some godforsaken place to rot in his own misery. Laguna, he was never a father to the boy, and did not even know that Squall existed on the face of the earth. Well, not until he needed help to defend Esthar from the Lunar Cry. Seifer, his lover long before Irvine, and just a simple jealous love that could get what he wanted from the youth and cruelly ripped his heart apart with his gunblade. Rinoa, the young sorceress that had opened Squall up, to unveil his emotions to the world. Then crushed his dream of ever being loved by anyone else. Yet, then there was Irvine, the cowboy that had tried to desperately to keep his feelings for the Balamb lion a secret, but gave him solace in Rinoa’s parting. By that stroke, the two fell in love, a complicated, yet an almost surreal love. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:57:19 PM | Message Detail |
| "Hey, Irvine?" "Yea?" "…Nevermind, just hold me." "Anything as long as I’m close to you, babe." * * * * "Heeeey Squall!" Selphie cried, skipping up the commander that seemed lost in the crowd of the big party, celebrating Squall’s achievements as one of the best SeeDs and the others in the group. The Garden had chosen to give them honorary positions among other things, and one thing had to do was welcome two famous guests. Laguna Loire, president of Esthar, and Rinoa Heartily, a descendant of Hyne, people that Squall nor Irvine wanted to see there. "Hey." Squall blankly said, nursing a small shot of vodka. "Do you know where Irvine is Seph?" He needed to find his lover, and discuss how they were going to do this, if not tonight, then tomorrow at the ceremony. "Nope, sorry Squall! But I got big news, and promise not to tell anyone?" She said gleefully, her body swaying back and forth in excitement. The lion looked upon his female companion, deciding to indulge her, he nodded yes. "Quisty and I are together!" Squall nearly gagged on the wash of alcohol that swept down his throat. He started dumbfounded at the brunette talking to him about her newfound and totally unexpected relationship. "I-I thought you were with Zell…" Squall muttered cautiously. First off, he thought Selphie was a perfect heterosexual girl, and two, Quistis hates relationships. "Nah, two weeks into our relationship, he announced to me that he’s gay. " She did not even sound the least bit remorseful about it. Zell is gay, Selphie is with Quistis, Rinoa and Laguna are here, and Irvine and Squall still need to announce their engagement, which will also be the time that both of them come out of the closet. "It’s okay though. I wasn’t really into him that much. I like him better as a friend does. Plus," as she spoke with a wink. "He has a massive crush on you!" Squall felt himself wince at this. "Oh really?" "Don’t tell him I said this. However, he’s gonna ask you out tonight! Tee-hee!" She bubbled, running off as she caught a glimpse of her girlfriend talking to Headmaster Cid by the elevator. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Sixfortyfive | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:58:02 PM | Message Detail |
| It's like the mods don't even
care. --- NOMINATE SEGATA SANSHIRO FOR SUMMER CONTEST 2K4! http://zanyvg.overclocked.org/segata.html - http://www.sixfortyfive.com/sanshiro/ |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:58:38 PM | Message Detail |
| Once again for the umpteenth time this night,
shivers played against Squall’s spine. Zell was interested in him?
He had always held a torch for the fiery youth, but never really
knew that his feelings would be the same in the petite blonde’s
eyes, yet he had Irvine. No possible way was he going to betray him.
Irvine was his first real love, and no one could replace him. Some
how, some where, people were unknowingly against his love life.
Saying that the great slayer of Ultimaecia should wallow alone, and
never truly encounter anyone else except the sorceress he was
supposed to protect. That worked out just peachy, Rinoa had left her
knight for Seifer. After a few months, she came crawling back,
pleading and begging for Squall to take her back, saying things like
"But he’s not as strong as you are!" "You need me! They only like
you because of me!" and other sh it like that. It was fu cking
unbelievable! The gunblade professional almost let out a surprise yelp when a hand clapped him on the back of his shoulder. Turning, slightly infuriated, and ready to flame whoever interrupted him from his internal monologue, his stormy blue eyes met with serene gray. Laguna Loire had found him, about time. "President Loire," The youth respectably spoke, bowing his head slightly. "Come on, Squall! How times have I told you just to call me Laguna?" The older male said cheerfully, his hand still on Squall’s shoulder. Realizing that the mans hand was messaging his one tense shoulder, he jerked away. This man was the reason his was tense. Once he told everyone about his affair with the sharpshooter from Galbadia garden, all that mattered was Laguna’s opinion. If he wanted, the man could cut all supplies and diminish the SeeD forces from Balamb in a heartbeat, so it was best to tread softly with this man. "Right…Laguna. So, what’s up?" Whispered Squall, he was feeling a bit more casual now that the president was acting as if he was on level terms with him. Laguna just smiled, and grabbed a hold of the boy’s arm and dragged him off to a secluded place, where they could hear each other better. The pair came to a stop in the empty hallways of the DORM section, the buzzing of the students and officials conversations wafting away in their ears. Squall cast a perplexed look at Laguna, who just smiled down on him. "Why do we need to be here to talk?" The lion did not notice that much that he was being back up into a wall, by his father’s forward foot steps. "I need to tell you something very important, Squall." Squall just nodded, feeling a sense of nervousness creep through his body as the black haired male place his hand right next to his head, and leant very closely to his own face. Excessively close. Offensively close. Lovingly close. "I just want you to know. As your father, I’m prouder than I ever was of you…" Laguna continued, he face so near that the petite brunet could feel the hot breath moisten his face. "Yet, as a man…" He husked, his eyes lidded with some type of lust. "I want you," Purring, Laguna pressed his lips over Squall’s, tasting the sweetness of the man below him. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: Forceful Dragon | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:58:49 PM | Message Detail |
| Apology not accepted. --- Trivia XII: Chanting Monks I am Gallstaff, sorcerer of light! (But why DID i cast magic missile?) -Caro 15/15 |
| From: torey luvullo | Posted: 4/18/2004 6:59:08 PM | Message Detail |
| a complicated, yet an almost surreal
love. now that's writing. 9/10 |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:00:25 PM | Message Detail |
| Squall gasped, unable to move from this attack,
his arms pinned by the man above him. Slowly, he felt lips part and
Laguna’s tongue press into his mouth, invading him with the taste of
cinnamon. When the slick muscle of the gray haired male tongue moved
around his mouth, practically trying to suckle on his tonsils,
Squall bit down. The lion tasted the iron in blood, followed by a
shriek, and the man withdrawing, blood dribbling from the corners of
his mouth. Laguna wiped the blood from his face, examining it as it caked on his fingers, dying the skin a morbid shade. "I guess I surprised you, " He laughed, his backward emotions confusing his son. "Well, if you want company later on, you know where to find me…Son." He moved from Squall’s body, letting it slump to the floor, and walked off. The brunet watched his father leave, his hair trailing behind him in as if it were a dark storm cloud. As soon as the man was gone, Squall darted back into the dense crowd, now desperately in search of Irvine. Too many goddamned things were happening now, and he was sure that he could not sort half the emotions coursing throughout his body alone. "Squall! There you are!" Not again, cursed Squall, as his flushed face met with Zell’s. He noted how Zell looked extremely anxious, just remembering what Selphie had mentioned early in the night. He’s gonna ask you out tonight! Tee-hee! ‘Damn you Seph, for even telling me these things!’ A lump made its way in his throat as Zell brushed his hand against his own, a impish grin on his face. "Yea?" His eyes shifted around nervously, searching for his cowboy hat clad lover, but no trace. Although he did catch the eyes Laguna who just winked at him, and continued to talk to Cid and Matron. "Ya know, I was thinking, since we’ve known each other for so long…That ya know," The blonde stuttered, his feet shuffling across the dusted tile flooring. "Maybe we could, like hang out sometime. Not just as friends…kinda." A furious blush crosses his child like face as his continued to blabber on to Squall about things. The lion felt the throb of a headache in the middle of his scar. "Squall, will you go out with me?!" Zell finally blurts out, loud enough for the whole assembly to hear. Voices quiet and people stare at the two SeeDs, now intrigued by the sudden spectacle. "I…Uh…" Squall cannot help but writhe uneasily, as he knows who eyes are upon him. Laguna’s narrowing at Zell, Selphie’s looking happily at them for a yes, and Irvine’s, somewhere he’s watching this event, judging Squall’s every action. "Please?" He cried, baby blue eyes searching the lion’s face for a simple answer. The headache intensified, and Squall closed his eyes and pushed past Zell, trying to move away from everyone, not being able to deal with the humiliation. As he retreated to his room, the sounds of people’s voice now cooed like a soft rain, and then steadily back into muttered conversations. "What did I do?" Zell blinked once or twice, turning to Selphie who just shrugged her shoulders, then embrace Quistis. The fighter sighed heavily, and chose to follow their fearless leader back to his dorm room. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
| From: The Wise Tonberry | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:00:25 PM | Message Detail |
| I don't accept your apology
either. --- Spring Contest 2k4: 17 for 17 Next match: ***Xenogears*** vs. Pokemon =| |
| From: Forsaken | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:00:27 PM | Message Detail |
| Hmm... *reads flame* Must let him have his final wish... *attachs a vaccum cleaner to OneMoreTime's wang* SUCKS to be you! --- One needs only to look at the band Creed to know that contemporary Christianity produces less than desirable results. - Amazing Telephone |
| From: solid snake dark | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:00:59 PM | Message Detail |
| I'll read the story later... --- dark solid snake = PURGATORY'D "You Bought an N-Gage, Didn't You?" -CJayC |
| From: Lady Sheik | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:00:59 PM | Message Detail |
| It's like the mods don't even
care. I sure wouldn't. I'd keep it up so everyone could point and laugh. --- Whoosh. Or whatever. Don't look at my quote. |
| From: OneMoreTime | Posted: 4/18/2004 7:01:51 PM | Message Detail |
| "Figured you’d be here. After what happened down
there." Squall clouded eyes gleamed at Irvine’s form leaning against
the doorframe, his cowboy hat shadowing his eyes. The sharpshooter
strided over to the bed that his distraught love sat on, sitting
next to him, and pulling him in a heated embrace. The shorter youth
rested his head in the crook of Irvine’s tan and lean neck, closing
his eyes. "Why is every thing so up today Irvy?" Spat Squall, his fingers tracing over the well embroider necklace that gracefully fell on the sharpshooters’ collarbone, right above the lacy vest. " ‘Cause, every person from ever Garden on the earth is here. Waiting for the great Squall Leonhart to make his important speech tomorrow, our important speech. " Irvine nuzzled his face in Squall’s ruffled locks, kissing the top of his head. Carefully, Irvine slid the fur pelted jacket away from Squall’s body and threw is haphazardly to the floor, right after joined his hat and duster. "Gods, Irvine…You’re so sexy," Squall purred, undoing the buttons of the mauve vest, slipping it from his lovers tanned skin. Irvine let a coy grin dance its way across his face as Squall fiddled with the buckle on his chaps and black jeans. Feeling the urge to touch soft milky skin, the cowboy let his hands roam up the brunet’s shirt, chuckling when the body shivered. The auburn haired youth hoisted the white cotton tee from Squall, bearing his perfect body to the new cold air. "Thank you," The sharpshooter lent forward, nipping at the lobe of Squall’s ear, drawing a slight moan from his little lion. Irvine wriggled out of his leather chaps and pants, also pulling down the black leather from his mate’s lean legs. He prayed to God, thanking him for Squall, simply because Squall was absolutely beautiful. Too wonderful to real and too beautiful to left alone. "Squall," Irvine breathed, leaving a trail of feathery kisses all over the petite dorm beneath his wandering touch. " Wanna try something new babe?" Squall felt the smile of Irvine’s lips as the cowboy encircled his nipple with his lips, eliciting a moan to break lose. "Nani?" Squall murmured, his hands moving down to grope Irvine’s ass. "Back in my room, I have a pool table…" The cowboy laughed, picking up Squall from the bed. The lion squirmed in Irvine’s arms, feeling like a girl being picked up bridal style no less. "Do your kinky tendencies never stop?" Squall rolled his eyes, kissing Irvine’s neck, feeling for a pulse to suckle on. Irvine wrapped a towel around Squall’s waist, and grabbed himself a robe. It was not as if they could prance out of these quarters stark naked, well, they could, if both of them wanted to raped by male and female students. "Not really," The sharpshooter smiled at his lover, grabbing his hand and leading him out the doors of Squall’s door and into the empty hallway. Squall plucked his hand away from Irvine’s grasp, seemingly upset about something. Irvine turned around, arching an eyebrow, eyes raking up and down his uke that was clothed in a fluffy towel. Squall was so adorable when he was upset, which was around every day, so he was cute all day long. "What’s wrong?" "Isn’t Laguna staying right next door to you?" "Yea, so?" "…" "Oh, that…He’s bound to find about us sooner or later, love." "It’s not that, Irvine." "Then what is it?" Silence. --- The only Chiefs fan in El Paso since 1995!CHOP CHOP/NOOK SHALL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED! Summer 2002/2003 Contest |
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