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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
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ecstatic| Megadeath - "Sweating Bullets" | ||||
| 02:33am 26/06/2009 | ||||
And my misfits way of life. A dark black past is my Most valued possession. Hindsight is always 20-20, But looking back its still a bit fuzzy. Speak of mutually assured destruction? Nice story... Tell it to readers digest!!!" "What?" I tilt my head and regard my reflection with distaste. "No... No... That can't be right..." My reflection isn't there, I'm staring into a blank reflection of the room behind me, but I don't notice, my thoughts are focused inward. I chuckle and shake my head. "I told you, dude... No... It didn't..." I freeze and then shiver, shaking my head. "No... It did, didn't it? He... And I..." I laugh, a thready desperate sound. "Then I killed that other guy, didn't I? ... Whatever..." I glare at the mirror and flip off my lack of a reflection, waving dismissively as I turn and stride out of the room... Reflected behind me is the chaos I'm leaving behind. What had once been a spartanly furnished studio apartment is now a mess, a once neat stack of videos and tapes are scattered about the room, and blood is spattered across the far wall, standing out in stark relief against the pure white of the wall shockingly. /chorus/ "Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxietys attacking me, and My air is getting thin. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet. I'm chomping at the bit, and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets." I smile and shrug, grinning at my eccentric friend. "Whatever, dude... I still say Batman could kick the Green Lantern's ass any day." He snorts and shakes his head. "You don't know shit, buddy... That son't how it would go down, I'm telling you." I make a rude comment and he flips me off. "Heh, chill out man, no need to get touchy over you're superhero crush..." I just laugh louder at his indignation at that. "Look, we can talk more later, a'ight? I gotta get home, it's getting late..." "What the hell d'ya mean, it's only nearly sunup... You usedto stay up way later than this, man!" Thinking fast I smirk and shrug. "Dude, you know how it is with chicks... If I'm not home before she has to go to her 9-5, I'm toast and have to crash on the goddamn couch for a week!" He snorts and shakes his head. "Oh, no, end of the damn world, dude... SO you don't get any for a week, ain't like you're gonna die from it." I flip him off and just grin. "Hey, at least I know what it's like... Bet you still ain't done anything but jack off to Wonder Woman comics!" For that he grabs a nearby handful of comics and hits me with it, I just laugh and back off, smirking knowingly. "So I AM right..!" "Fuck you, man." "You wish, buddy." And with that I back out of the comic shop, though as I do I catch sight of my friend's brother coming back down stairs, but what he's carrying makes my blood freeze in my veins. Acting like it's nothing, he's carrying an armload of lethality... To me anway. Several crosses, a few glass jars clearly labled as 'holy water', some garlic and a few sharp wooden stakes. He sets them on the counter, cheerfully waving to me as I leave, apparently not noticing my reaction. Needless to say I leave in a hurry, all the while mentally wondering what exactly my 'friends' would do if they found out about what I now was... I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans nervously, shivering slightly and wondering how much longer I'll be able to keep him as a friend... "Hello me... It's me again. You can subdue, but never tame me. It gives me a migraine headache Thinking down to your level. Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance. Mankind has got to know His limitations." I pause nearly mid step and snarl under my breath, muttering quietly to myself "Shut up, I don't care..." This causes Marko to pause and look back at me, confused. "Dude... What the hell are you muttering?" "Eeh... Nothing, nothing... Hey, uhm... Go on without me, huh? I forgot my smokes back at the cave. I'll catch up." I smile and shake my head. "Whatever, dude. Don't blame me if we get 'chow' without ya." Though with that he takes off, revving his bike as he does. I glance at my bike and abruptly tuen around, heading back to the cave. "What the fuck, What do you mean?!" "Don't bother making sense of it, I told you. Don't. Go. "Ok, WHY?!" "Heh, you're asking the voices in you're head to provide reasoning? Ain't gonna happen, buddy..." "Fuck you... I hate this shit..." "I never said ya had to like it, just told you not to go for now." "But what if I..." I paused, again, nearly mid step as I realize how insane I must look, staning on the bluff talking to myself. "You know what, fuck you... You just want them to think I'm insane, don't you?" "Why would I want that? It wouldn't make ANY sense... I am you after all, and what good would it do either of us if they thought that, hmm? I'd just be punishing myself..." "I swear I'm going to find a way to kill you one day..." I growl in irritation. "*chuckle* No, you won't... Because that would be a form of suicide... And neither of us is wired that way... Plus wouldn't that be a bitch with the way you are now?" I growl and stomp off, intent on ignoring the voice in my head. I hadn't been lying about the smokes, and I really fuckin' needed one about now. /chorus/ "Feeling claustrophobic, Like the walls are closing in. Blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been. I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet. I'm sharpening the axe and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets." I look around, more than a bit confused... Last thing I could actively remember, I was sitting in a bar, having a few drinks with a few of my old friends, ones from back when I was human. Normal biker types, they'd bailed my ass out of more than a few scrapes... Hell they'd helped me get my first bike! ... But now here I was, walking down the street, apparently toward my bike, blood spattered on my hands and all across my chest from the feel of it, I brought one blood stained hand up to my lips and tasted it, the rich coppery flavor was laced with alcohol and all my favorite drugs, though the familiarity of it makes me wince. "What the fuck did I do?" I look down at my hands, my nails are still finely sharpend points, but I regard them as if they might have answers... I turn to go back, but the sound of rapidly approaching sirins makes me remember myself, and I turn and race back to my bike, hopping on and revving it up before speeding off. Vampire or not, getting caught at a crime scene covered in blood is a bitch, and I didn't want to kill a cop... Normally I didn't care, but tonight... I just didn't want to deal with it... As I glance over my shoulder my blood runs cold, a very familiar pair of teenagers is trying to chase me down on their bikes, but they're just kids on bikes, and I've got a real bike... I duck down and gun the engine, quickly out distancing them, even though I hear my friend's startled curses behind me. I think he might have recognized me, finally... "Well, me... It's nice talking to myself, A credit to dementia. Some day you too will know my pain, And smile it's blacktooth grin. If the war inside my head Wont take a day off I'll be dead. My icy fingers claw your back, Here I come again." I smirk knowingly to myself and shake my head. "This was nice, lets not do it agian, huh?" I chuckle at the outrage that gets from my internal 'friend'. "I have little doubt that even fuckin' Batman's dear 'friend' Dr. Crane woiuld have a field day with all this, but you know what? I kinda hope I AM insane... Though either way, I hope someday you get to feel what it's like to deal with you're own babbling... It could give a dead man a migrane." I wince and shake my head. "Stuff it." And after then I refuse to comment further to my little 'friend', ignoring him as I take a long gulp from the bottle in my hand, A whisky bottle, I drank a good portion earlier and refilled it with Seagram's 7, and a splash of cola, mixed just the way I like... Just the way a friend of mine liked... At the noise inside my head, I raise the bottle in a toasting gesture and gulp down some more of it, laughing loudly after. /chorus/ "Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxietys attacking me And my air is getting thin Feeling claustrophobic, Like the walls are closing in. Blood stains on my hands and I dont know where I've been Once you committed me Now youve acquitted me Claiming validity For your stupidity I'm chomping at the bit I'm sharpening the axe Here I come again, whoa! Sweating bullets" |
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contemplative| 06:28pm 08/06/2009 | ||||
He always hated it all the more when someone picked on one of his friends, people could pick on him until they got bored, and either he just ignored it, or he ripped their throats out and had done with it... But pick on one of his friends, and that... That tended to result in the 'poor unfortunate' person quickly finding themselves at the mercy of a very pissed off Vampire... Usually he was pretty efficient, hunting and feeding, even killing when he needed to was something he enjoyed, so he always toyed with it, figuring out the most fun and efficient way of playing with his food, but when he was pissed off? That's when he got a bit careless, and more than a bit less focused on making them experience the last thrills of life as clearly, when he was pissed off, his only focus was on causing the person who pissed him off as much pain as possible... And he was beyond even that just now... And it had been made all the worse because daylight had kept him from tracking down the one that caused it. "Oh, for fuck's sake, man, just fuckin' GO Already..." David snapped in annoyance, "Just use the damn 'emergency' access... The sun should be set enough by the time you get there." Paul looked up at his friend and leader and nodded once, uncharacteristically silent as he then turned and abruptly walked off, trailing his claws across the wall as he turned the corner, He quickly made his way through the caves farther back, intently heading toward town... Oddly absent was his normal fidgeting and humming to a tune only he could hear, though he was growling quietly. He turned a corner and hopped up onto the ledge, muttering curse words as he shoved aside a few rocks that had fallen in the way, then quickly shimmying through the undersized 'doorway'. He grit his teeth as even the quickly fading sunlight singed his exposed skin, quickly turning him a light pink, not unlike a uncomfortable sunburn, but already he was quickly making his way into the small forest behind him, the sunlight was tweaking with his instincts, but he had the sense to get away from it... |
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He winced slightly, one hand moving protectively down to his stomach when it cramped uncomfortably again. 'What the hell?! Was the blood in the bottle off or something?' He crinkled his nose at the thought, sneering slightly. 'Nah, couldn't be... That was all fresh, 'sides, Marko drank some, too... And he's fine...' He sighed and adjusted his weight, this was the last thing he wanted... When he woke up to the night, he'd just wanted to score some more weed, grab a bottle of some high-proof 'jet fuel'-type alcohol, and just chill... But no, he had to go and get sick somehow. He snorted and glared at the Boardwalk lights behind him, shaking his head before slowly climbing to his feet. He froze, leaning heavily against the railing once he was fully upright, suddenly quite dizzy. 'Actually... This part's not too bad at least... Though I swear to god, Nausea is just yet m ore proof that if there is a god, he's a prick.' He glanced around unsteadily, mentally caught between hoping for and dreading the thought that one of the Surf Nazis might catch him like this... At least then it might be a fair fight, with him at such a disadvantage and all... But after a long wait nothing happened, and eventually his world stopped spinning quite so energetically... Though once it was slowed he kinda missed it, at least that part was fun, and it kept him from thinking about the nausea... After thinking it over, he still dreaded the idea of feeding while he was this fucked up, but he knew it would help. But even though working for it was more fun, he wasn't quite up to that, so instead of returning to the lights and dizzying noise of the Boardwalk, he slowly started off in the direction of the Pier, trying not to stumble too much in the sand as he walked... He usually didn't like feeding from the homeless street rats that called the underside of the Pier 'home', after all, he'd been one of them once, granted over 15 years ago, but he still felt a bit of sympathy for some of them... Thankfully lately over the years there had been an influx of just the kind of 'runaways' he hated, usually rich entitled little punks... You could always tell them apart from the ones like he had been for a few basic facts; They were too well dressed, usually adorned with more piercings than he could count (All professionally done mostly, and he'd seen enough piercings to recognize the difference between professional precision, and the kind done by hand on a dare, hell he'd healed more than a few of both!), wild hairstyles maintained with high price gels and product, and of course their attitude. Yah, he'd been quite the rebellious little punk, too... Hell he still mostly was! But there was a difference between them and the true runaways, there was a sureness, and a real 'I don't give a fuck if I live or die' demeanor, and 9 times out of 10, Paul could just tell, even if they were asleep... And even if he was wrong, he could tell by the taste of their blood. The little punks that were just playing at having such a 'horrible life' tasted different, sweeter to him... He suspected it had something to do with truly living through the horrors of society and humanity, but he wasn't sure... David apparently couldn't taste the difference, but he was of a much different generation than Paul and the other Lost Boys... Marko understood, but his tastes, well, they were more 'high class' even than Paul's. Teenage girls were Marko's 'specialty', all of about the age they had all once been, and specifically, depending on his mood, either the perfect truly innocent 'never been touched' angels, or the school sluts... With Marko his preference switched so often, sometimes it was hard for even Paul to keep track, but regardless of which he wanted, he could always find the best of either... Sometimes for kicks he would find one of each and play with them both back at the cave, until he could figure out which he wanted. Paul loved those nights, and he couldn't help but smirk at the memory of the last one... The perfect Dichotomy of the two never lost it's charm. Anyway... The only one he wasn't so sure of was Dwayne. His quiet friend was truly mysterious in that respect, though Paul had seen him more than once with drop-dead gorgeous 'ethnic' girls... Hell, one chick had looked damn near like a copy of Selma Hayek! He'd drooled over her for a week before Dwayne threatened to torch all his skin mags unless he stopped... Heh, though he was pretty damn sure he'd won in the end, as after that Dwayne had 'gifted' him with a super-petite Asian chick... But that was a delightful thing to reminisce about later... Ideally when he wasn't so hungry. Or so sick feeling... He sighed quietly and leaned against one of the nearest Pier support beams, smirking slightly in spite of his discomfort. He winced and brushed one hand across his forehead, he felt like he had a damn fever... He rubbed the slight moisture between his fingers curiously startled, the pink tint of his sweat standing out against his fingertips to his night sensitive sight, he grimaced and wiped it on his pant leg. Now that he thought about it... Actually, what he was going through felt a lot like the time he had tried to quit shooting up... At least the start of it. It was actually a Very familiar feeling now that he thought about it, and he cursed quietly under his breath. On the up side, since he was a Vampire, he knew he couldn't become addicted to that shit again, so that calmed him slightly, though his hands still shook a bit at the thought... But that wouldn't save him from experiencing some of the effects of withdrawal, David had warned him about that. He chewed nervously on his fingernails for a moment, trying to remember what all David had said that night, he remembered being told the effects wouldn't last long, and that feeding would help... He sighed again, this time in irritation, wishing he could remember what all his friend had said about it. He wished he could fuckin' remember where exactly he'd been and what he'd done to get that shit in his system to start with, normally the second he tasted it in someone's blood he'd stop feeding and just kill them... But... ... Fuck! He couldn't remember! He slammed his fist against the wooden beam, hissing quietly in pain and recoiling slightly, snarling as he slowly worked a long splinter out of his hand. 'Ok... I Deserved that, I guess...' He slowly licked the blood from his hand, deciding what he wanted to do from here, especially now that he knew what was wrong... 'Ok, feed first, D said that'd be best... Then fuck this, 'm just gonna go back to the cave and sleep... Tch, fuckin' Wednesdays are dull as hell anyway...' That decided, he finally started walking slowly again, now starting to work at tracking down someone to feed from... Once that was done he would just go back to the Cave and try to relax, probably play some music and smoke some of his new stuff... At least he'd gotten that done... |
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dirty| For future referance... | ||||
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cool| ROFLMAO!!! | ||||
| 01:29am 04/06/2009 | ||||
 Tch, heh, god I fuckin' love the internet... Shit like this is the next best thing to Porn! *snickering* |
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| 04:14am 03/06/2009 | ||||
Max was a dipshit and tried to insist we try and get jobs, but I told him to shove it... That nearly got by ass kicked, thankfully David stepped in, I guess... Only good news was that feeding was good tonight, but that's a story for tomorrow night I think... It's too close to sunup for me to want to bother trying to type it all up... Aside from that, Think I'm just gonna drink another beer and then go pass out... It's been interesting creating this stupid 'journal' while half-asleep and stoned... Kinda fun though, I guess... ... I'm gonna stop writing here and go watch some porn before the damn daysleep torpor kicks in... Thank god for free porn sites, I'm glad I convinced D To let me jack a laptop, this internet shit is WAY more than worth it... |
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