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My Dream: The absolutely best dream a person can have. (NOT SICK EITHER, SICKOS)

06.29.04 (5:37 pm) [edit]

:D After this dream, I feel so good deep down inside. Today I haven't even been able to take the warm feeling inside out. It's amazing. I don't understand it. But here's the dream:

It starts out with me on a subway (something I've never done before) and seeing a very pretty woman have some sort of breakdown. So I bring this girl to the hospital, and later I find out that the girl had become deaf not too long ago due to trauma. Apparently (the girl told me and the doctor) her father had been very abusive and had just killed himself and her mother. Since she was alone, I offered for her to stay at my place (((oddly enough, it was actually out of kindness))). Well we get talking (she can lip read), and we get along real well. We go to a medieval fair, and in the end she wraps her arms around me and says she loves me! Then I wake up. I don't know. I just feel uplifted by that dream, for some reason. Is it love in it's truest form? I think it's a sign. I've always been one to believe in fate, and I think it's my calling. Who knows?

Later.
Rast

Kenshin Himura: My Role Model

06.28.04 (5:25 pm) [edit]

We all have role models, and here's my tribute to mine!

<----He's so funny.>

Here he is kicking ass like normal.

He looks cool half-dead.

Saitou's head would have come off if Kenshin's sword was a reverse-blade (sakabattou).

Kenshin is amazing, hot, and very cool. Anyone who knows anything about Kenshin has to agree. ^___^x He's the perfect man, and I'd love to be like him!

Later,
Rast

Kenshin GIFs

06.28.04 (5:01 pm) [edit]

Among other things, I've got a large collection of GIFs all about Kenshin. Here's four of them!

^____^x

My new header!

06.28.04 (2:36 pm) [edit]

I put a new header up. . .I plan to make more and change it every day or so, cuz I get bored. ^___^x I love Kenshin.
:D :D :D :D

MY FAVORITE SONG, THE SONG THAT TOPS THE CAKE ON ALL SONGS: "1000 Words (orchestrated) by Jade!

06.28.04 (1:57 pm) [edit]

THIS IS THE SONG THAT TOPS ALL SONGS!!! IF YOU LIKE MUSIC AND NICE PRETTY MUSIC, YOU'D BE A MORON NOT TO LOOK UP THIS SONG AND GIVE IT A LISTEN! BUT BEWARE: THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS TO THIS SONG. . .MAKE ABSOLUTELY SURE YOU GET THE ORCHESTRATED VERSION!!!!!!!! BY JADE!!!!!! NOT KODA KUMI, OR A REMIX!!! ORCHESTRATED, JADE, ORCHESTRATED, JADE!
(Sorry all for caps ^___^x)
LYRICS:
I know that your hiding things
Using gentle words to shelter me
Your words were like a dream
But dreams could never fool me
Not that easily

I acted so distant then
Didn't say goodbye before you left
But I was listening
You fight your battles far from me
Far too easily

"Save your tears cause I'll come back"
I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door
But still I swore
To hide the pain, when I turn back the pages
Shouting might have been the answer
What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart
But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart

Though a thousand words
Have never been spoken
They'll fly to you
Crossing over the time
And distance holding you, suspended on silver wings
And a thousand words
One thousand confessions
Will cradle you
Making all of the pain you feel seem far away
They'll hold you forever

The dream isn't over yet
Though I often say I can't forget
I still relive that day
You've been there with me all the way
I still hear you say

"Wait for me, I'll write you letters"
I could see how you stand with your eyes to the floor
But still I swore
To hide the doubt when I turn back the pages
Anger might have been the answer
What if I'd hung my head and said that I couldn't wait
But now I'm strong enough to know it's not too late

Cause a thousand words
Call out through the ages
They'll fly to you
Even though we can't see
I know they are reaching you, suspended on silver wings
Oh a thousand words
One thousand embraces
Will cradle you
Making all of your weary days seem far away
They'll hold you forever

Oh a thousand words
Have never been spoken
They'll fly to you
They'll carry you home, and back into my arms
Suspended on silver wings (ohhhh)
And a thousand words
Call out through the ages
They'll cradle you
Turning all of the lonely years to lonely days
They'll hold you forever.

Random Rant of the Week (A Day Late, but still): Stereotypes

06.28.04 (1:34 pm) [edit]

Well, I couldn't think of a Random Rant yesterday, and didn't really get the idea till not that long ago when I was viewing various blogs and commenting, when there, BEHOLD was my glorious subject! It was in another person's blog, and I decided "Heeeey. Why not talk about something like this?" <---Corny, I know. But hey. I'm just like that. Therefore, thanks to a pretty opinionated person (NowtheWorld), this week's Random Rant is on. . .stereotypes! Alright people, here I go!>
RANDOM RANT #2: STEREOTYPES

Alright, stereotypes. We all have used them at least once. For crying out loud, Jesus probably used them. Some stereotypes are true, however, but the majority I'd say is not. We all have had problems with stereotypes, as well. After all, we all fall underneath at least one. *shrugs* Now, why would people use stereotypes? Because they are most likely attempting to either attack a person mentally or are trying to just be some dumbass jerk off.
Ok ok. So the point is, what is up with stereotypes?! I thought and thought about this, and I still don't get why people would use them. So I think some more. . .hmm. . .nope! People have me stumped on why stereotypes are so very used! Perhaps I will never know. But the fact is, stereotypes are used. The only way not to be affected by stereotypes is to laugh at the one's attacking you and to stop others from using them. I personally only use stereotypes in a joking manner, with people I know just laugh at the stupidity of the stereotype itself.

The worst type of stereotypes:
Racial.

^---Yes, I use this. But once again, only with people who retaliate with good Irish ones and those who laugh at the stupidity of the stereotype itself.

Ah well, my opinion:
Stereotypes are evil (wait wait. . .this is a stereotype, ain't it? @.@) and those who attack others with them should be SHOT. And I mean SHOT.

So, once again. . .

Rast the Thinker: RANT COMPLETE

"Forgotten Mirrors" - The Sequel to "The Ultimate Vampire"

06.28.04 (12:18 pm) [edit]

"Heh. . .Mr. Omoi. . ." The familiar cork pop, "Long time no see. . ." Ameo Runi, a tall dark-haired menacing Vampire constantly wearing a tuxedo, sat at the bar to the Red Tavern, holding a wineglass in his left, white-gloved hand. Another tall, menacing man walks over and sits in the stool to the right of Ameo, wearing a blue trenchcoat and a large, red brimmed hat.
"Yes. . ." the man laid his hands on the bar as the barkeeper walked over, "Anything that involves the word scotch, please. . ." Ameo laughed.
"Scotch. . .I find it distasteful. . ." Ameo brought the wineglass up to his nose and smelled it as he swirled the liquid around.
"Heh. . .you find everything but a man's blood and wine distasteful, Ameo, my old friend. . ." The man picked up the newly laid glass of scotch and drained it, setting it back on the bar, "So where have you been? It's been thirty years since you came to the Tavern. . .you must have been pretty busy. . ." The man drained another glass of scotch.
"I have. . .been taking care of business," Ameo drank some wine and set the glass down, "Giving myself a purpose, unlike certain others I know. . ." Ameo glared at the man, who smiled and drained yet another glass of scotch.
"My thought is, why have immortality if you're forced to find a purpose every three days? I just choose to be random and live my many years easily. . ." The man drained, yes, another glass of scotch.
"How is the Lady Miranda?" Ameo's wineglass was empty, and he took off his white gloves, placing them into the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket.
"She is lovely, as usual," The man did not drink the next glass of scotch, but asked for another glass, this time filled with water.
"Hmm? No more scotch, Mr. Omoi?" Ameo chuckled, watching as the man ("Omoi", apparently) drank both the scotch glass and the glass of water and flipped them upside down.
"Tell me, Ameo, which glass holds a foul spirit?" Omoi spoke menacingly, as if asking a riddle. Ameo laughed and pointed at the glass that last held the water.
"The water glass. . .water breeds foul things, all mortals." Omoi laughed.
"Still the same old Ameo Runi I met so long ago. . ." Omoi returned the glasses to the bartender and stood up, wiping off his trenchcoat and tilting the brim of his hat downward.
"Off so soon, dear friend?" Ameo stood up as well, leaving a large sum of money on the counter.
"Yes. . .I've got somewhere to be. . ." Omoi grabbed the doorhandle for the exit.
"I see. . .you do remember what tomorrow's evening will be?" Ameo laughed, pulling out his 9mm handgun from his tuxedo jacket and pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet right at the doorhandle. Omoi cackled loudly, his shoulder's shaking violently from his outburst.
"Do not worry. I wouldn't forget. . .till then, farewell!" With that, the mysterious Omoi disappeared completely, leaving Ameo to laugh to himself. Ameo turned towards the bartender.
"Put the damage on my tab. . ." Ameo laughed, walking out of the door, the bartender swearing under his breath.
"God damned Vampires. . .too bad that lot is the only lot that shows their bloody faces here! Bad business those Vampires. . .bad business. . ." The bartender wiped the bar, picking up the money left by Ameo, and calling it even.
[LINE]
"I'm terribly sorry for my tardiness, Ms. Lorano." Ameo cackled to himself, appearing suddenly behind a young woman about the age of seventeen.
"Ah!" The woman jumped back, her blonde hair in a mess, "Ameo! You shouldn't do that to people!" Ameo laughed.
"I'm terribly sorry, I can't really help a little fun with mortals every now and then. . ." Ameo calmly unbuttoned his toxedo jacket, hanging it up on the doorknob, "So, are you ready?"
"I guess. . .are you sure about this immortality thing?" The girl seemed somewhat nervous.
"Yes yes. . .all of my clients have been pleased with the results," Ameo laughed, wrapping his left arm around the girl's neck, "Yes. . .you are about the age I was when I was damned. . .ahh the fragrant smell of youth. . ." Ameo 's face had a Demonic grin on it, his mouth close to the girl's neck.
"Alright. . .I'm ready. . ." The girl replied softly, "It won't hurt, will it?"
"Oh don't worry," Ameo cackled, "A little sting for an eternity. . .I think it's well worth it!!!" Ameo bit into the girl's neck, sucking the blood that came gushing out, then dropping her body to the ground and wiping his lips, "Now to get you to a safe place. . . . . ."
[LINE]

A Poem by Rast

06.27.04 (12:21 pm) [edit]

Lost
Inside this
Mind I feel is losing
Control of
My surreal
Surfaces below
The end of the line
Forget lest you fall
And fail
To succeed
In life's outstanding
Goals determined
By the lies
You have spread.

^---Weird, I know.

Part 5: "The Ultimate Vampire"

06.26.04 (12:00 pm) [edit]

Sorry guys, but I think this may be the last part. I might make a sequel to this if I feel like it, but the possibility of me doing that is close to none now that I'm working on my RP Clan forum (((Switiching it to better server and using different blah blah)))

ANYWHO. Let's see if I can wrap this up nicely before I have to leave. @.@ So you might get lucky and see another one soon.

[LINE]
"What the hell?!" Ron sputtered, losing his composure at the sudden appearence of the Chairman's dead body, "I thought this guy was the link!!!"
"My God. . .save us on this hour," Mike stepped out of the room, "WE'VE GOT A DEAD BODY!!! I REPEAT, WE HAVE A DEAD BODY!!!" Ron noticed a piece of paper on the Chairman's desk and walked up towards the desk curiously, picking up the pale paper and reading it.
[i]"The plot thickens."[/i] Ron lost his temper and crumpled the paper in his hands.
"DAMN IT!!!" Ron kicked the desk hard with his right foot, "Why'd he kill the Chairman?! It makes no sense!!!" Ron threw an empty wine bottle at the wall, the glass shatterign and scattering to the floor in a thousand shimmering pieces, "Wait a minute." Mike quickly turned when he heard Ron say this, "Wine bottle. . .Runi was in this building. . .not but ten minutes ago. . .we must have startled him!!!"
"How do you know that?!" Mike was angry at the loss of information due to the death of the Chairman as well, and was quite irritated with Ron's assumptions.
"The wine bottle!!! He normally always takes the wine bottles!!!" Ron laughed, "We must have seen him! That man who went up the stairs!!! I never saw him comedown!!! Come on Mike, he must still be in here!!!" Ron ran out the door, Mike's hand quickly stopping him.
"I'm not going anywhere. I've had enough of this wild goose chase. If you're going, fine with me, but the second you do go, you're no longer an Agent." Mike and Ron stared at each other for a few minutes until Ron looked at the ground and moved Mike's arm aside.
"Fine with me. . ." Ron began walking up the stairs, Mike standing at the door to the Chairman's office, watching possibly his best Operative walk into the chilling darkness of the top floors.
[LINE]
Screech. The C.E.O.'s office door creaked open, flooding the room with an eerie dim light from the hall. The light stopped at Ameo's tall, menacing body. Ron let go of the cold, metal doorknob and looked at Ameo, seeing his face for the first time.
"Why hello there Mr. Stikes. What a coincidence I see you here of all places! My my, I must be getting too slow. But you cannot really blame me, the problem must be my old age, am I correct?" Ameo laughed and stepped forward. Click. Click. Click. Ameo must have been no more than six feet from Ron, "Care to join me for a little drink?" Ameo laughed, picking up a bottle of wine and popping the cork off of it agily.
"No. I'm not going to play your game," Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver 9mm handgun, pointing it at Ameo.
"Oh? Heh heh. . .heh heh heh. . .HAAAHAHAAA!!!" Ameo abruptly stopped, setting the wine bottle down, "You've been playing my game the whole time! And do you honestly think a 9mm can get rid of me? Don't be so foolish, Mr. Stikes." Ameo reached into his tuxedo jacket
and pulled out his own 9mm, pointing it at Ron, then throwing it aside, "That's not my style. . .heh."
"Tell me, why are you doing all this? It makes no sense, who do you work for? ACE? The Agency?" Ameo laughed.
"Mr. Stikes, ACE is nothing more than a position. The Agency are just trying to make up for the lack of control in this world. The truth is, it's the men with money I work for. Money is power, Mr. Stikes. Money is power."
"But what would a Vampire need money for?!" Ron's hand shook heavily.
"Nothing. If I wanted I could place a penny in the bank and be a billionaire in a few thousand years. But I need something more immeadiete. . .something like a purpose. With money I can have a purpose," Ameo grinned and turned towards the window, "Purpose for me is payback. Since I was cursed with immortality and the boredom that comes with it, I'm going to give those with no purpose the lack of life."
"Then why me?" Ron was about to pull the trigger.
"Because you, Mr. Stikes, have no purpose." Ameo disappeared, appearing behind Ron, Ameo's left arm wrapped around his neck, "I thank you for playing my game, yet I still won. How boring. I'd like to lose every now and then, but I suppose I'm just too good. Oh well, I want to show you my appreciation, Mr. Stikes, thank you for playing the game. . .Game over." With that, Ameo Runi bit into the left side of Ron's neck, drinking the warm blood that flowed from the wound inflicted by his own vampiric fangs. When he was finished, Ameo tossed Ron's body to the side and wiped his mouth.
"Now let's see. . .Mr. Howard Williams. . ." Ameo chuckled, picking up the list written by Ownlim, "Will you please my sadistic gaming needs?" Ameo laughed devilishly, jumping out the window seconds before the Agency came running in. . .
[LINE]

Well. Gotta go now. But this section's done. Who knows? Maybe a sequel might come your way. :wink:

RPers Paradise

06.25.04 (5:55 pm) [edit]

Anyone RP? Please join my board! Although it's main theme is the anime Hellsing, it's mainly a site for RPers everywhere! Link, you terribly ask?

RP Clan

Part 4: "The Ultimate Vampire"

06.25.04 (11:40 am) [edit]

(((Updates: Women need to stop confessing their love for me. . .)))

Here I go. I think there'll be either two or three left!
[LINE]
Click. Click. Ding. The package reached the end of the conveyer belt and the postal official picked it up and handed it to Ron. Ron's warm hands lifted the package and walked out of the postal office, jumping into Mike's blue convertible. Ron pulled out a pocket knife, slit the tape on the top and pulled back the top of the small box. Ron reached into the box and pulled out a rose with a note attached.
[i]"To a very special person."[/i]
"Hmm. . .Mr. Runi's creeping me out. . ." Ron placed the rose in his locked suitcase and looked at Mike, "Alright, ACE HQ is next I guess. . ." Mike laughed and pulled of the parking space, turning and making his way towards the next destination.
[LINE]
Tack. Tack. Tick! Ameo stopped abruptly at the front counter, Agency operatives swarming the ACE HQ, scouring it for any clues as to who could have killed the Professor the day before. Ameo looked around with a grin and turned back to the desk as the blonde clerk approached.
"Right this way, sir," the blonde clerk began leading Ameo up the stairs behind the desk towards the top floor of the building, just as Ron and Mike walked into the building, Ron with suitcase in hand.
"I wonder who could possibly be meeting someone today. . ." Ron walked up to the desk and waited for sometime until the blonde clerk came back downstairs.
"I'm Ron Stikes with the Agency. . .can you direct me to the Chairman, please?" Ron smiled as the blonde clerk replied yes and led them up the stairs. They walk up many stairs until they reached a door, which the clerk unlocked and opened with a screech.
"Well well. . .Chairman William Monte. . ." Ron said with a smile, looking at the large chair turned with it's back towards the door, it's front seemingly peering out the large windows located behind the desk. The sun blazed in, filling the unlit room fully with light. Ron and Mike jumped back as the chair swung around and the limp, pale body of the Chairman flopped onto the desk head first.
[LINE]
"Oh. So my previous client told you about me?" Ameo chuckled as he popped the top off of a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, handing one to a tall man with bushy eyebrows sitting behind a very large desk, "That's good to know. . ." Ameo swirled the glass and its contents and took a gentle sip, "Hmm. . .yes. . .good wine indeed."
"Yes yes well, how about it?" The man with bushy eyebrows was blunt and preferred getting to the matter of things, something that Ameo didn't find of too much interest. In fact, Ameo found it rather boring.
"Very well." Ameo sat his glass down on the desk and turned away to the window, "I have only one form of payment."
"That would be?" The bushy eyebrowed man seemed excited.
"Wine, Mr. Ownlim, wine. And not any ordinary wine, the same vintage as the wine you currently possess. 50 bottles for every 6 people," Ameo turned towards Ownlim, "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes. You have a deal. As for the list-" Ownlim was interrupted by Ameo.
"Whoever you wish to put on it. I have no preference and no limitations." Ameo sat down in a chair and looked at Ownlim, "Go ahead and ask. I know you want to."
"Why do you do this? Why do you reduce yourself to nothing more than a common assassin-for-hire? You think a Vampire would have something better to do. . ." Ameo laughed.
"Well, after the first 500 years immortality gets boring. All a Vampire can do is give himself a purpose. A Vampire can only be determined. . .as for my payment, I find that wine is the only good thing about time. I drink a bottle of wine from every year possible," Ameo picked up his glass and swirled it, taking another sip, "Heh. There's nothing personal about why I kill others for wine. . .it's just. . .capitalism, I guess," Ameo laughed maniacally, "I guess the way I do things is the truest capitalism alive! HAAAHAAAHAAA!!!" Ameo crushed his glass and pulled out a piece of paper from his tuxedo jacket and layed it on the desk, "Just sign on this dotted line and we have a deal." Ownlim signed the paper sloppily and handed it back to Ameo, "Glad to have you as a client. . .now. . ." Ameo seemed to dissappear, appearing behind Ownlim a second later, Ameo's left arm around Ownlim's neck, "Let me show you. . .my appreciation. . ."

There you all go for now.

Part 3: "The Ultimate Vampire"

06.24.04 (5:09 pm) [edit]

(((Update: OY. I was kicking ASS on Final Fantasy Tactics this afternoon, after I found out there's this crack in my third disk for FF7. -.- Go figure.))) Well, Part 3 time!!! *wets self in anticipation* Blah blah, if you haven't read the first two scroll down and do so.
[LINE]
"Well now. . ." Ron shuffled through paperwork in his office, stopping on a long sheet of tan paper, "Ox. . .what the hell could he mean. . .wait a second. . ." Ron looked at a plain white sheet of paper with miniscule writing, "Traces of alcohol on the bite mark and the saliva of Hemmings. . ." Ron set the paper down, "That's not right. . .that'd mean that Mr. Runi was there, in the room, and had wine at the same time as Hemmings. . .but. . .Hemmings knew Runi was after him. . .so why'd he. . .no no. . .there's some other explanation. . .it doesn't make any sense. . ." Ron was interrupted by a knock at his office door, "Come." A man in a blue uniform came in.
"Mr. Stikes, you won't believe this. . ." The man in uniform looked shaken.
"What is wrong?" Ron set down all the paperwork and looked at the uniformed man.
"You know that Professor you told us to watch out for?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"We went to his lab. . .and. . .well. . ." The uniformed man looked at the ground, "All of his assistants and the professor himself were shot in the head by the same 9mm. . ."
"WHAT?! LET'S GO!!!" Ron jumped up and threw on his jacket, running out of the office building.
[LINE]
"This is unbelievable!!" Ron kicked a box across the lab, the wooden box splitting into pieces as it hit the brick wall, "Who the hell knew this guy?! It couldn't have been Mr. Runi. . .this isn't his style. A gun, no blood missing, sloppy, and he killed people not on the list. Fuck. . .this isn't right. . ." Ron looked at the head of the Professor, or at least where it should have been, instead replaced by a large splattering of brain and head stuffs, "You said it was a 9mm, are you sure about that? No 9mm I've ever seen can do this, even at close range."
"Yes sir, it was a 9mm, loaded with Exploding Bullets." The uniformed man from before answered, looking at the body himself.
"It had to have been an ACE member. . .only the ACE Regime has access to that league of warfare. . .this is odd. . ."
"Yes sir, but doesn't that mean that it'll be easier to figure out the target this week?" The uniformed man waved some men in white over to pick up the bodies of the slain.
"Yes. . .we now know it has to be the C.E.O. . .but when. . ." Ron walked out of the building, leaving the uniformed man to ponder the events that had just occured.
[LINE]
"You know, I've always wanted to ask you this. . .but why are you on the list where only ACE Chain of Command members are written? Why'd Runi choose you?" The man in blue from the car was sitting in the chair in front of Ron's desk, Ron standing up and looking out the window immeadietly to the left of the desk.
"Simple. To Mr. Runi life is a chess game, and he got tired of playing by himself and chose me as his opponent. That's all, to Runi this is nothing but a game. . .a sick game which he's won three times before me. . ." Ron turned towards the man in blue lounging in the chair, "But Mike, why do YOU work for the Agency? What problem do you have with Vampires?"
"Well. . ." The man in blue spoke, "A Vampire killed my mother. . .and Vampires are interesting creatures. . ."
"That's reasonable," Ron sat down behind his desk and kicked his feet onto the desk, "I still don't get what Runi has against ACE. . ." Ron picked up a pale piece of paper and unfolded it, "This first list. . .it makes no sense. . .he went from bottom to top. . .normal killers would have went top to bottom. . ." Mike grabbed the sheet of paper out of Ron's hand.
"I think I saw a connection. . .if he was killing all of the chain of command of ACE, then why would he leave the Chairman out???" Mike begin studying the list.
"I think we may have just figured out something no one's noticed before. . .tomorrow we've got to find that Chairman. . .it's best if we don't go out of the building tonight." Ron pulled out a pen and began scribbling on a piece of paper. He threw the pen down and picked up the phone, pressing the number 1, "Yes. . .this is Stikes from the Agency, Clearence 775. Yes. . .uh huh. . .right. . .thank you." Ron placed the phone back and turned towards Mike, "Well well. It turns out Runi sent me a package. I'll have to get it in the morning."
"Umm. . .good for you?" Mike leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling, soon dozing off to sleep.
[LINE]
Ameo's black shoes clacked on the floor as he entered the ACE HQ, walking up towards the lobby desk.
"Yes sir, how can I help you?" spoke the blonde clerk behind the desk.
"I'd like to set up an appointment with Mr. Ownlim please," Ameo replied casually, reaching into his tuxedo jacket and pulling out a letter in an envelope, "I'll take the appointment for friday at noon. Oh yes, if it isn't that much trouble, would you terribly mind giving this letter to Mr. Ownlim?" Ameo placed the envelope on the desk and began walking away.
"Sir! I need a name! SIR!!!" The clerk called, causing Ameo to stop in his tracks.
"Oh. . .heh. . .just put Dracula. . .it's an inside joke between me and Mr. Ownlim. . .thank you. . ." Ameo left, his right hand in his pocket, covered by a white satin glove.

More tomorrow!!! Comment! Thanks!

Part 2: "The Ultimate Vampire"

06.24.04 (10:55 am) [edit]

If you haven't read Part 1, scroll down to the post before this so you can do so!

I know I said I was gonna do it tonight, but I'm dying of anticipation myself *is writing this as he goes*. So let's see what twists await!!!

[LINE]
"So. . .he's in Capital City, that's not too good," A man in blue turned left with his convertable, "Not good at all. . ."
"Actually, I think this is the greatest opportunity the Agency can get," Ron reached behind his seat and pulled out a large brown suitcase. His fingers fumbled with the code to unlock the case, and after placing the proper code the case opened, revealing various weapons and papers. Ron reached for the pale piece of paper that was under the wineglass and unfolded it, "This was the note he left under that wineglass I told you about."
"Well, what are you waiting for, read!" The man in blue turned again after speaking. Ron cleared his throat and began reading, a slight smile on his face,
[i]"Dear Mr. Stikes,
You were seconds too late. This could be interpreted many different ways, either I'm getting too slow or your starting to predict my movements. Impressive. I recieved that picture you sent me, and you appear to be a handsome young man. Well here you go, the only three people on my list:
ACE C.E.O.: Henry Ownlim
Prof. John Lockette
And you, of course.

Well now, my next killing will be in the next week. Your clue for the week:
The ox meets the hen.

With love,
Ameo Runi
"The Ultimate Vampire"

P.S. Sealed with a kiss!"[/i] Ron finished reading and placed the note back into the suitcase.
"He certainly has a way with words. . .you have any idea what that clue means?" The blue dressed man looked at Ron while driving.
"Since when can you figure out Mr. Runi's clues? Of course not. Not yet at least. Just get me to HQ, I need to look up something." Ron slamemd the suitcase shut and peered out into the sky.
"Whatever you say. . ." The blue man calmly continued driving, the two both oblivious to the research laboratory they had both passed.
[LINE]
"Mr. Lockette. . .I see your reputation for research is as true as I've heard," The menacing man spoke, calmly walking into the dim lab lights.
"You. . .you're Ameo Runi!!! That vampire!!" An old man in a white trenchcoat sputtered, falling out of his chair and scooting back across the floor.
"Yes, sir. You're quite right. I'm that vampire everyone seems to know so little yet so much about. I had no idea anybody but the Agency knew my name. And even that I told them. Quite impressive deduction skills, Mr. Lockette. . ." Ameo's black dress shoes tapped the floor as he stopped in front of Lockette (who was on the floor) and pulled off his clean, white satin gloves, "I would give you the dignity of being drained, but I need to throw the Agency off of my trail. I intend to do this by going off schedule and slaying you abnormally. Besides, an old man's blood is much too stale for my tastes," Ameo chuckled and reached into his tuxedo jacket, pulling out a black 9mm handgun, "Well well. Will I have the honors of seeing you in Hell?" Ameo laughed maniacally as he pulled the trigger. Blood spattered against the ground and seconds later, all traces of Ameo were nowhere to be seen.

TO BE CONTINUED!!! comment please so I feel motivated!

FRESH FROM RAST'S MIND: "The Ultimate Vampire" <---A story Literally JUST made!

06.24.04 (9:54 am) [edit]

Well, I got this idea. Hope you like it. Comment please, I'd appreciate it!!! ^___^x AND DON'T TAKE MY WRITING, IF I FIND YOU, I WILL [u][b]KILL[/b][/u] YOU!!! ^___^x Thanks.

"Ah. . .nothing like perfect wine in the evening," The glass twirled the dark red liquid, "And to think. . .people never take enough time to appreciate fine things such as this." The hand holding the crystal glass rotated at the wrist, the liquid inside splashing up to the tip and going back into the glass.
"Not many people partake in draining the life out of others either," Pop. The wine bottles cork was let off and the liquid heaven poured into a twin crystal glass. The glass was lifted by its bottom and raised to dark, yet subtle lips, "And I personally don't believe in worshipping a vineyard's work." Ting. The first crystal glass was set on a table. A tall, menacing man stood up from the comfortable brown chair and flicked back his mangled black hair.
"That's because you don't have the appreciation for the warm flow of a human's blood," The menacing man walked towards the second man, dressed in khaki from head to foot. The khaki man set down his wineglass as the first man approached him, his left hand stroking the khaki man's face, "So smooth. . .so young. . .so warm. . ." The menacing man stepped behind the khaki man, who began trembling uncontrollably. The menacing man wrapped his left arm around the khaki's man throat and whispered in his ear, "I'll show you my appreciation. . ."
[LINE]
"What the. . ." The police chief looked onto the cold, pale body of a man dressed in khaki. There was a very small amount of blood around the man, and two large marks in the man's right side of his neck. A man with messy blonde hair, dressed in black approached the chief and the scene.
"Another Vampiric incident. . .and the victim is one of the ACE Regime. . .like the others. . ." The blonde man examined the pale khaki body and stopped when he reached the bite marks, "Yes. . .it's the same one as the last times. . ."
"Damn Vampire. . ." the police chief stood up, dusting off his navy blue dress slacks, "You must be the operative. . ." The police chief turned towards the blonde man.
"Something of that aspect," The blonde man responded to the chief's gesture and held out his hand, "I'm Ron Stikes. Possibly the only person on the list still alive." The chief shook Ron's hand and turned towards the khaki body.
"This one's different than the others. . .this man was Robert Hemmings. . ." The police chief called some men in white over to take care of the body.
"The third in command of ACE. . .I see. . ." Ron watched as the white-draped men carried the body away, "Make sure you have that body burned!" Ron looked at the wineglasses and saw no wine bottle, "Yeah. . .this was his doing alright. He decided to take every drop of drink from the place. . ." Ron chuckled slightly and looked at one of the wineglasses, which was holding a small piece of paper down. Ron walked over and lifted up the crystal glass and began reading the pale papered letter. . .

I'm gonna make this one of those continual story things, so I'll post more up either tomorrow or tonight! Tell me what ya think!

Thursday: Shoutouts

06.24.04 (9:09 am) [edit]

Yes yes, thursdays are for shoutouts to friends.
*rolls eyes*
Here I go.

Erica- I MISS YOU ALREADY!!! COME BAAACCCKKKK!!! I love you sooo/toooo much! Mwah and GO HOME ALREADY!!!

Linds- @.@x Oro. KEEP YOUR PANTS ON ALREADY!!! lol. Mucho lvoe to you too.

Kaycee- Eh. You busy. Always got something to do. lol. That's good though. An idle mind is the Devil's tool.

Tammy- XD Hurry up and get ungrounded.

Gabe- You're in Florida, and thus will never see this. XD FAG!!!

Amy- I'm telling you, hamsters and gerbils are the same!!!

Adnan- God is great. XD

Ashton- XD You're a friend now.

Ed- Dirty mexican. I don't care what you say, your opinion doesn't matter till you get a green card. XD

Sooo. . .if I missed anyone, feel free to tell me, and hook me up!!!
*Always is lookin for new people to corrupt/become friends with*

Later,
Rast

BIG NEWS

06.23.04 (6:02 pm) [edit]

Yes, I have decided to add not just one book, but two to my already three book Darker than the Darkest Darkness! Why, you ask? Well, with much thought I figured that not only does the book need some closure with the other characters, but that it needed two more totally bad ass villains. Here's the FINAL chapter list for the books:

Book One: The Path of Rastalin and Elmdor
Chapter One: Rastalin Mitomo the Terror of Death
Chapter Two: The Path of Rastalin and Elmdor
Chapter Three: The Terror of Death is Born-
Chapter Four: The Abyss
Chapter Five: Dragon's Dark Abyss
Chapter Six: Shinken, A Man of Legends
Chapter Seven: Shards
Chapter Eight: The Dragon of the Sky: Tenken XIII Takes For the Skies!
Chapter Nine: A Long Needed Rest
Chapter Ten: Laughter Turns to Love
Chapter Eleven: Demon No More
Chapter Twelve: "The Setting Sun Tells An Old Tale"

Book Two: Darkness in the East
1. A New Meeting: Vampire in the Woods
2. Shadow and Elmdor: Hell's Swordsman Reunite?
3. The Citadel of the Vampire: The "God's Grounds"
4. Departure: Farewell Grand Citadel
5. The Chase Begins: Towards the Dark Pinnacle
6. Adam Zurhcuh and the Darkness
7. An Appearence Hardly Seen: A Clash of Quick Draw
8. Zachariah: Dangerous Duel at Dusk
9. Ioko: The Sorceress of the South!
10. A Myth Solved: The Ultimate Vampire
11. The Moonlight Spares Another: Rastalin's Mixed Blessing
12. Training for the End: The Final Battle Approaches

Book Three: Mirrored Myths
1. The Dark Mountain
2. Retreat from the Mountain: The Darkness Swarms
3. The Second Moonlight Duel: Rastalin's Second Chance
4. Out of Luck: A Third Battle Invitation
5. Another Myth Discovered: The Elvish Warrior of the Twilight
6. Piercing Black Arrow
7. The Third Duel: Rastalin's Problem
8. Slaughtered Moonlight: Ameo's Secret
9. A Burst of Flames
10. Demonic Nature: A Skipped Heartbeat
11. She Who Surpasses Light's Grace: Rastalin's Dilemma

Book Four: Final Fights
1. Myto's Heart: Shattered like a Glass of Words
2. The Grim Reaper vs. The Terror of Death: True Strength
3. A Sword Duel that Shocked the Gods
4. Despair of the Bloody Angel
5. A Whisper in the Wind
6. Amazement or Wonder?
7. A Talk in the Dark
8. Anely Makes her Stand
9. From the Ashes of Darkness
10. Amazing Tactics in the Dark: Life and Death Become One
11. The Demon of the Light: Grace

Book Five: Sealed Fates (All Chapters left for later determination)
1. A Mystery: Rastalin's Body Disappears
2. The Darkness Moves
3. The Twelve Moons
4. Anely Zurhcuh's Grand Mistake
5. Elmdor's Sacrifice
6. The Dark Mountain Explodes
7. Southward Bound
8. Forget Pain, Fortune, and Love
9. A Dead End
10. The Twelfth Moon
11. Silence

Rast is Sad. . .

06.23.04 (4:49 pm) [edit]

:cry: Erica's gone for two weeks, and it's only been two days, and I miss her! Is a person supposed to get like this? Plus I'm bored, which never helps. So anybody got any advice for something that might cheer me up in my beloved's absence?

(((P.S.: Any RPers out there? If so, I'm interested in a good RP.)))

I also think this depression of mine might have to do with my lethargy and my music. lol. But I don't know. . .

Spiritfall: An awesome band no one seems to have a clue about.

06.23.04 (4:24 pm) [edit]

I love these guys! Spiritfall is a really cool rock band that not that many people have heard of. My personal favorite by them is "My Reason". Here are the lyrics to that awesomely rocking song:

"My Reason"

I never liked the shelter
I'm constantly alone
I'm pointing out my weakness
There's an emptiness at home

I need to find a reason
To live this way
I'm running out of patience
And my life is over

I'm standing here
But I'm on my way
Searching to find an answer
I'm standing here
But it's all the same
And I'm running out of patience

And I will take my reason
From you
And I have gained a reason
From you

But you left me
You left me here
And I'm all alone

Been stripped of my innocence
Take pity in myself
A certain chain of grievance
That put me in this hell

I need to find a reason
To live this way
I'm running out of patience
And my life is over

I'm standing here
But I'm on my way
Searching to find an answer
I'm standing here
But it's all the same
And I'm running out of patience

And I will take my reason
From you
And I have gained a reason
From you

But you left me
You left me here
And I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all alone
I'm all alone

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well I'm searching
To find my reason
To find a reason
To find my reason
Why I need you
And I need you
And I want you
But I need to
Get away from you
And I need you
And I want you
But I need to
Get away from you
And I need you
And I want you
But I need to
Get away from you
And I need you
And I want you
But I need to
Get away from you

And I will take my reason
From you
And I needed someone to love me
But you just left me
Here and I'm lonely
You know I needed
Someone to love me
But I'm all alone

Wednesday's Thing: "Missing You" another song. . .@.@x

06.23.04 (1:48 pm) [edit]

For starters, I finally got my homepage started. It took me thirty-four and a half minutes to get Internet Amp in the right place. It can be a pain, but is pretty nice lookin. Anywho. . .

"Missing You"

I was sitting outside,
Watching the clouds roll by. . .
I'd think to myself how this day
Could get any more deadly
To my mind. . .
My heart's rapture raptured
By completely immortality.
Memories may last forever,
But our moments are far too short.
I'll try and rap up my feelings
For you to see
What my life is like
WITHOUT YOU HERE WITH ME.

Missing you has got me intoxicated,
I've forgotten my conscious way
Of living life. . .
Missing you has got me soo worked up
I can't seem to stop talking and crying
And lying. . .
About you. . . .
About you. . . .

I've lost my footing twice before,
The first when you walked in and
The second walked out the door.
How am I to know you won't leave me
Here again? It doesn't seem
To matter. . .
It doesn't seem to matter. . .
It doesn't really matter. . .
. . .Doesn't matter. . .

OH! But I'm missing you,
Going in and out of love
And life,
Lost inside this haze
I've created. . .
I'm missing you to the point
That my eyes can't look left
Or right for that matter. . .
I'm just missing you,
Waiting for you to come home.

I'll search for you
And hunt for you
Looking
Seeking
Disappearing figures
Inside my soul
I can't seem to let go
Of this feeling
Of you in my arms
I can't let it go.
I CAN'T LET IT GO!!!!!!!

So I'll stand here,
And wait here. . .
Until you. . .come home. . .

. . .Come home. . .for me. . .

*There ya go, comment plz! This song's slower than my other songs will be, due to the feeling of it.*

Thought of the Week (Tuesday Thing): Meaning of Life

06.22.04 (8:39 am) [edit]

First an update: I'm gonna try and restrict myself to one post a day, cuz my internet time's gettin a little to large for my tastes. Now on to business. . .

MEANING OF LIFE

Alright, I was thinking last night about this, and I think I can do this pretty well.

The meaning of life; a topic we all have thought or heard about at least one time. Some think of it constantly, and most just don't care. But, what if for once we all just listened to what another man (me) has to think about such meaning of life. Here's what I think, divided into five sections: Psychological meaning, Physical meaning, Emotional meaning, Social meaning, and individual meaning. Here we go, embarking on a journey through my thought of the week, the Meaning of Life. . .

*Cheesy theme song*

PSYCHOLOGICAL MEANING: All humans FEEL the need to fit in and to have a sense of accomplishment. The psychological meaning of life could be interpreted as:
To belong and accomplish something.

PHYSICAL MEANING: All humans live to reproduce. That's the straight up fact of it. Every person lives to carry on the genes and traits of their family line, therefore:
To find a suitable mate and reproduce.

EMOTIONAL MEANING: We all want to be loved, thus:
To not be hated so much that no one loves us.

SOCIAL MEANING: To cooperate and benefit the group as a whole. (Hence why Communism was so popular/unpopular; even though the version used by the U.S.S.R. wasn't exactly the Communism Marx intended.)

INDIVIDUAL MEANING: All people have their own meaning, a meaning they must figure out for themselves. Most people actually never figure it out, I believe I have. My Meaning:
To help those who need help, and to spread the word around.

^___^x Comment please on what you think about it, I love different opinions btw, so don't be shy!

Rast the Thinker: I think too much. . .

Obsession of the Week (It's a Monday Thing): KENSHIN HIMURA!!!

06.21.04 (6:23 pm) [edit]

OMG. Everyone, I have been officially diagnosed with Kenshin-itis (As in I am mentally unstable because I don't obsess over Kenshin, I WORSHIP him). Here are the symptoms, if you have them, see me!!!

1. You've carved a cross-shaped scar into your cheek.
2. You've doused yourself in gasoline, lit yourself on fire, and then laughed. . .just to say you helped light someone on fire.
3. You know the literal translation of "Amakakeru Ryu no Hirameki" and have NEVER taken a Japanese class and are NOT Japanese.
4. You've made a sakabattou.
5. You've ripped off your braces with pliars to supply the need materials to make said sakabattou.
6. You've mastered the Hiten Mitsurugi style.
7. You've made a paper mache Kenshin.
8. Said paper mache Kenshin is anatomically correct. (WHAT?! In the Yutaro episodes, Kenshin stands up for a split second in the hot springs. I SWEAR I saw something!!!)
9. You carry around amber contacts and a list of catch phrases Kenshin uses when he's Battou-sai.
10. You have Kenshin photos COVERING your walls.
11. Your computer is practically Kenshin.
12. You'd marry Kenshin.
13. You've had a hot dream where Kenshin was the star. . .AND ARE A GUY.
14. If you've found yourself reading or talking, getting confused, then saying "Oro?"
15. You ACTUALLY can make your eyes swirly eyes at will.
16. No one messes with you because they're afraid you might use that "Kuzu Ryu Sen" dealy you've been braggin about.
17. You understand the phrase, "Two Yahikos make a Sano, but Two Sanos do not make a Kenshin"
18. You have Kenshin's DNA strand codes memorized.
19. Kenshin lives in your closest.
20. Finally, you've had someone bite your shoulder so you can "Feel Kenshin's pain."

Kenshin-itis is a SERIOUS disease that affects. . .well one.

More of an Interesting Song by Rast: "Show These Peeps"

06.21.04 (1:02 pm) [edit]

Come on baby let's rock the town. . .
*nice little drum solo*
People find us a bit odd,
But who really cares?
Forgiven lies of hatred,
Just lie in the casket of our lives.

Anyway you look,
Left or right,
You've gotta be careful where ya go,
Wrong or right.

Right. . .
But if right is the opposite of left
And the opposite of wrong,
Are left and wrong the same as the other?
My sentiments point for me to need to believe
That that's just the same as you and me.

Let's show these folks,
Once in an age,
What's right and wrong
In our fair definition.
Lights on,
Lights out.
Let's show the world how to decide.

People are idiots,
Heh. We can't complain,
What goes up must come down,
And dare I say that life and love
Are the same as the difference of the two?
Nah. I'll stay right here with you.

Baby, let's crash at my place. . . . .

Excerpt from DTTDD: Book 2: A New Evil, Chapter 8: Zachariah: Dangerous Duel at Dusk

06.21.04 (12:25 pm) [edit]

By demand, here's a MUCH larger excerpt. Still only a small bit though. . .

"FAREWELL!!!!!" Zachariah stabbed Rastalin in the shoulder and then punched him in the stomach with such a force that Rastalin's feet drug right through the ground until he flew off the ground and landed over 500 yards away from the battle.
Anely's heart sank as she saw Rastalin on his hands and knees, throwing up blood, 'Rastalin. . .he's doing all this for me. . .'
"Heh. I'm surprised you haven't died yet! Normally one of my punches kills somebody!!! Yet I've hit you twice, both in vital areas!!! I'm impressed at your endurance, mutt!" Zachariah laughed, walking towards Rastalin. Rastalin threw up over a pint of blood, and then looked up at Zachariah, a growl emniating from Rastalin's throat.
"Shut up. . .what do you know. . ." Rastalin watched as what was left of Morerlin disappeared in a cloud of thick, grey smoke. Rastalin was horribly depressed with the shattering of his favorite and most honored and valued possession. Not only that, but he was angry, damn angry. His heart was throbbing fast, causing him to throw up yet more blood. His stomach was sensitive since the fight with Adam, and the wound had obviously opened up with the huge show of force. But Rastalin was determined to make Zachariah pay. Zachariah was going to regret ever showing up in the same town as him. Rastalin was going to make sure of it.
"Heh. I'm apparently the stronger man. But then again, you're just a dog. You should be kneeling in front of your master. Good boy," Zachariah was now right in front of Rastalin and laughed horribly, "Now speak!" Rastalin remained silent, "I SAID SPEAK!!!" Zachariah kicked Rastalin in the face, causing Rastalin's hands to come off the ground and his body to fall back to the ground. Rastalin's heart seemed to skip a beat. Another. Another. His heart seemed to stop entirely. He knew this feeling, he was slipping over the edge towards his Demonic nature. He felt the surge of acidic blood wash up through his throat and coughed it up, the acidic blood trickling down his chin and cheeks as he sat up, then straining to stand up straight. Zachariah kicked Rastalin in the crotch, turned and kicked Rastalin in his left abdomen, and then punched him in four different areas: the forehead, the left shoulder, the right shoulder, and the solarplex. Rastalin fell back down coldly. He could still feel the warmth of his own blood through all the pain. He felt the slow, strong throbs of his heart as it pumped the Demonic blood through his battered body. Rastalin's hands and feet began shaking, then his whole body began shaking violently from the Demonic energy being transferred into his body. Zachariah stepped back.
"What the. . ." Zachariah kept his distance as Rastalin was overtaken by the convulsive tremors. His head banged against the ground as if overcome by a sudden and deadly seizure. Rastalin began spitting up more blood, the blood gurgling and spraying into the air. Rastalin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body reached a body temperature so high that the grass around him began to burn. Zachariah's eyes widened as he saw the convulsing, feverish Rastalin covered by the flames lit from the grass. Anely lost her leg strength and collapsed to her knees while seeing Rastalin.
'So much pain. . .' Tears fell to the green grass from Anely's tear glands, 'Why him. . .why'd I get him involved. . .' Even Zachariah, despite his grudge, was almost moved to tears. They both stared as Rastalin kept squirming, spitting up, and burning amidst the grassy fire. Zachariah began backing up slowly, his body shaking from the guilt of what Rastalin was going through, when he was forced to a stop by a sudden event. Rastalin's body immeadietly stopped its convulsions, and Rastalin's fists slammed into the ground, leaving two minature craters, one under each fist. The grass fire soon disappeared, the flames seemingly rushing towards Rastalin's body and merging with it, the fiery energy rushing through Rastalin's skin and absorbing into his spirit. Rastalin eased up off the ground until he was sitting straight up. He then proceeded to get off of the ground, standing up straight. Zachariah lost his balance as he sensed Rastalin's fiery, rapid, and intensely powerful aura and saw the seemingly unharmed body of Rastalin. Indeed, there was not even a drop of blood on his body, as if he had never fought Zachariah.
"Boo," Rastalin spoke coldly with a Demonic chuckle, purposely rushing his huge aura right into Zachariah's aura, causing a deep shiver and scare to run towards Zachariah's spine and extend out to his arms and legs. Rastalin stretched his claws, "Now it's your turn. To obey and act like a good doggy, that is." Rastalin charged Zachariah with a speed unimaginable, then proceeding to slash Zachariah over a hundred times in a second, all over his body, shredding Zachariah's robe. Rastalin was no where near finished yet. He had so much more planned. Rastalin stabbed both his claws into Zachariah's shoulders, then sending beams of fire through his claws, burning Zachariah's shoulder area horribly, inside and out. Rastalin punched Zachariah in the throat, slashed him across the chest with his left claw, and then kicked him in the chin. Rastalin jumped back and let Zachariah fall back. Well, Zachariah was expected to fall back, but didn't. Zachariah still stood as tall as ever.
"Damn. . .you're. . .the hardest fight I've ever had," Zachariah cracked his own Demonic claws, "But if we're going to do this Demonically, let's do it right!!!" Zachariah slashed at Rastalin, who blocked and slashed with his other hand, Zachariah repeating the events. The two did this pattern at such a speed that it was almost a blur to Anely, who was vaguely watching from quite some distance. The two were exchanging blows at a furious pace, both not tiring easily. The pace continued for about thirty more minutes, the top of the crimson sun close to the earthy horizon. The two then both suddenly stopped and jumped away from one another, both breathing deeply and heavily.

ANOTHER SONG: "Strike Me Down"

06.21.04 (11:29 am) [edit]

The memories that lie
Inside the worn out flaps
Of that old book come weaving
Outside of the cover and through the
Sheltered walls of my life. . .

I've written stories,
Novels, love, and loss,
Forgotten heros,
Death and the cost
For what kind of life people live.
Never before have I had to write
Such a tale as with I was with
You.

You make me forget my composure,
My writing style rearranging,
Changing to the point of reincarnation
Of the way I feel tonight when I look
Outside and see you waiting there for me.
Don't forget,
Tomorrow's another day,
But the way I'll see it all I should say
Is "Love is not innocence,
I must be the guilty party,
Strike me down!"

Haha yeah,
That's right,
I look at the way you watch me write,
The way you devour my works of art,
And my mind's creativity.

Support and cherish,
Truth and love,
The more I write the more I wonder,
Amazement and grief,
One in the same?
I've never wondered this much until I started living with
You.

You make me forget my composure,
My writing style rearranging,
Changing to the point of reincarnation
Of the way I feel tonight when I look
Outside and see you waiting there for me.
Don't worry,
Tomorrow's ten hours away,
But the way I see it all I can say
Is "Lust is not innocence,
I must be the guilty party,
So strike me down!"

Yeah baby
Strike me down
From the mountains to the ground
I want to see how you feel
When the roles are changed.
Change the rules
I'll play your way.
Come on baby
Strike me down
Let's see what a caged animal does
When he's on the ground. . .

((((Note: All my songs are rock songs, so ya know))))

YET another song by Rast: Fallen Angel

06.21.04 (8:35 am) [edit]

:shock: Wow. I'm on a roll.

Fallen Angel

Forgive. . .
That's the word my father said
Two days before he passed away.
I'm ashamed to say I couldn't careless,
For in my mind it was test
Of strength and reality's way
Of showing me what I can and cannot do. . .

FALL Angel FALL
From the tower holding you sooo high
Up in there,
I can't see you from here,
FALL into my arms and open up your eyes!

Forget. . .
That's the word my love said
Two days before she moved away.
I'm ashamed to say I hadn't a clue,
FOR in my mind it was a test
Of strength and nothing more than reality's cruel way
Of showing me what I can and cannot have.

FALL Angel FALL
From the tower holding you sooo high
Up in there,
I can't see you from Hell,
FALL into my arms and open up your mind!

Trust. . .
That's the world my heart said
Two days before I showed the ring.
I'm ashamed to say the answer was no,
FOR IN THIS WOOORRRLLLDDD it was only a test
Of strength and nothing more than reality's way. . .
Of showing me some things you just can't accomplish.

Fall. . .Angel Fall,
I can catch you if you give me a chance,
Up in there,
You really can't tell but I'm standing here,
FALL into my arms and I'll carry you away. . .
Oooh I'll carry you away. . .
(Open my eyes)
(Open my mind)
I'll carry you away. . .(Carry you away. . .)
Open your heart
Open your soul. . .
I'll carry you away. . .so far away. . . . . . .

XD I'm too sexay.

06.21.04 (8:19 am) [edit]

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^----XD----^ That's Rast for ya.

Another Poem: Lost With You

06.20.04 (5:43 pm) [edit]

Yet another song I'm writing:

This floor of mine has had its share of tears,
Lying awake at night I try to keep my mind inside.
These thoughts of you haunt my sleep,
My life,
My dreams. . .

I'll never breath again. . .
I'll never see again,
Or even dream a life with you.
Your memories are piercing deep
And I'm lost. . .with you.
Yea I'm lost with you.

"Forgive and forget"
They always say,
But I prefer to do things my way,
"Forget and regret"
Is the saying I'll say,
Until time comes for that faithful day.

I'll never breath again. . .
I'll never see you there in the doorway,
Extending your hands. . .
Your memories pierce deep
And I'm lost. . with you.
YEAH I'm lost with you.

I want to find my place
Where I can hide without shadow
And not even light.
However things happen to change,
And I'm stuck in this place
Where everything stays the same. . .(the same. . .)

Yea. . .

I'll never breath again. . .
I'll never open my arms to
Embrace your pain. . .
Your memories remain in me
YET I'm lost. . .with you.
YES I'M LOST WITH YOU!!!

Lost inside
I can't escape
Forgive me God
In this place
I can't see the light
Where'd it go?
Lost inside
I'm LOST WITH YOU!!!!!

. . .Lost. . .

POEM BY RAST!!! *gasp*

06.20.04 (4:11 pm) [edit]

I'm writing a song with these lyrics:

2nd Chance

My life is nearly over,
My pain is almost gone,
My pitch black innocence
Is nothing more than love.

My reason I have given
Trusts itself with your
Heart-stealing, life-sucking kiss.

My forgotten memories
Ever due fade away.
Lost in time my thought's
Surroundings will just dissipate!

Oh give me a sign,
A Chance,
Just a second chance.

A sign that shows,
A chance,
Just a second chance.

My life, my dreams,
Thoughts resounding
Into my own resolving reality.

If I had a wish,
I wish that you'd be here. . .with me.

Oh give me a sign,
A chance,
Just a second chance.

I won't waste it away,
Forgetting our own calamities
And loving you is all I'd be
Doing here...

Just give me a sign,
One little chance in a lifetime,
With you by my side. . .

Random Rant of the Week: A boyfriend with their damn ex-girlfriend at a party when you (a girl) are

06.20.04 (9:18 am) [edit]

^___^x My first Random Rant of the Week.
::::::::::::PREPARE YOURSELF:::::::::::

Alright, I'm a jealous guy and I like to think I can understand women better than a normal guy. So combine my jealousy and 'loyalty' craze with my understanding of women, and I think I can accurately get into character with no problem. So, here I go. This week's viewpoint: THE GIRL WRITING IN HER DIARY. (Oy. Good luck to me.)

"Dear you mother flippin diary,
ARGH He pisses me off sometimes! Going out to that part with that total whore of his. I swear that sometimes he prefers me over her. But why would he do something like this?! I'm a good girlfriend, right? So what is he missing? Or maybe he's just 'too good' for me...whatever. He's just a fucking loser. I still love him though. . .

Sincerely,
THE GIRL WRITING IN HER DIARY"

Ok. Now to my ranting. Sometimes guys can really piss me off. They tend to think that women think like them and that they'll understand. The truth is, women can be very sensitive and won't understand. COME ON GUYS. What would have been so bad going to the party with your girlfriend? I mean, what could you gain from an ex?
SHEESH. Have a heart, my fellow men. Talk to your mom more. If you're going to go places more with your ex than your girlfriend, maybe you should change either your relationship or the way you're doing things. I may not be a woman, but I've lived with enough to know this: Women are only hideous creatures of hate when we as men are cruel to them.

And another thing, while we're on this subject. I hate it how the majority of men out there treat women as tools for sex and lifeless bodies. It disgusts me. Women are smarter, and for the majority, more pure than us guys. But ok, stripers and whores don't count.

So guys, keep your penis in your pants unless your PRESENT girlfriend wants it out. Let her ask you for once.

Rast the Thinker: Rant Complete.

Poetry Contest!

06.20.04 (9:01 am) [edit]

Ladies and gentlemen, I, Rast the Thinker, will be holding a poetry contest! What's the reward? . . .well. . .um. . .something! (Just think of something).

I really am just doing this for fun.

[u][b]Rules[/b][/u]:
1) Poem can be of any theme, style, etc. Total poetry freedom.
2) Poems will be judged according to the title-poem relation, rhyme scheme vs. rhythm, theme, emotion, and the general [i]feel[/i] of the poem.
3) All poems are due by July 1st and can be given to me in these ways:
A. As a comment on this post.
B. Through e-mail (username for blog on the e-mail plz)
C. Through various messengers, such as: AIM (DemonRastalin), YIM (darkerthanthedarkestdark ness), and MSN (mksntch@aol.com)
D. Through PMing.
((((I will give you your grade the same way you give me your poem!!! If you want the full reasons for the grade, put "CRITICAL" in your e-mail message!))))

That's all, thanks and have fun!

Anarchy: How People are So Mistaken. . .

06.19.04 (8:25 pm) [edit]

How many people reading this think that anarchy is the act of total chaos and hatred? How many people who say they're anarchist also think that? Almost 95%. But let me try and tell you what anarchy really means. Anarchy is total chaos, but a chaos based to reset human society. Humans, theoretically, would eventually begin a form of trade that would benefit only themselves. While this is happening, technology would only be used for the benefit of a small group, and not a large group, meaning less devestation for the planet. Anarchy is really a formof chaos that benefits society and nature in the long run.

A Topic I found Interesting: Depression, Manipulation, Self-Doubt, Joy

06.19.04 (6:35 pm) [edit]

This idea was forged by limesnkoolaid.

Here's MY opinion on such things (now let's remember that opinions are based off of facts):

Depression: A CRUTCH FOR SOCIETY. Nowadays so many people have depression that if you ask me, it doesn't matter. The drugs they hand out are nothing more than an even higher form of a crutch. Doctors just dope up a crutch with padding, shielding people from reality. If those who take medication just use a little strength and actually try and control themselves, I guarentee not only a lot of money, but a lot of money for those with problems that can't be controlled can actually be used correctly. Depression is only the disorder of being too weak to get over yourself. I've done it, so why can't anyone else?

Manipulation: Let's face it. It's a bad thing, but there's a good reason: it's called the simple survival of the fittest law. Those who have no physical strength will find a way to use others for that strength. Those with no mental strength with use their physical strength to control the smarter ones.

Self-doubt: People who doubt themselves are only falling into the claws of the horrid social down. Don't doubt yourself, or else others will actually think that you are what you think. Your mind can not hide itself as well as you think. What you think is reflected in your movements. Plus, people probably don't even think that way about you, but you're just too obsessed with being perfect that you worry too much.

Joy: Joy is the most basic emotion. All you need is yourself and any numerous situations. A person who likes building cars can build a car and get pleasure for it. When a person doesn't have any joy, they think more. When a person is happy, they think less and have a higher adrenalin and hormone level. Heh.

A Social Stumper: Why buddies leave you all alone.

06.19.04 (5:45 pm) [edit]

WELL NOW. Perhaps they have something else to do??? Or maybe they were abducted by aliens. Sometimes I like to think when people just abandon me (which happens often) that I just forgot to lock them in their cage in the morning. But people leave for so many reasons I can't exactly tell. Plus, they may actually have a life. Now if they leave without saying goodbye, then they might be having some kind of trouble, or are just a total jerkoff moron.

Rast the Thinker: People are idiots. lol. But don't worry, I'm sure they'll come back.

*stamp* NEXT!

. . .Oy: Where does "piss" come from?

06.19.04 (5:15 pm) [edit]

Well. If by piss you mean urine. . .damn. Well, urine comes from a liquid that gets filtered of all the things the body doesn't need through the kidneys. Then it ends up in your bladder, through your urethra and into the toilet. So, urine comes from. . .a lot of things. Let's just say urine isn't exactly as rare as a "golden shower." XD WHAT A PUN!!!

Rast the Thinker: You're kidding me, right?

. . .Some people: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

06.19.04 (5:05 pm) [edit]

. . .-.- Well. Woodchucks can't chuck wood, thus they won't chuck any wood. But what if they could? Well. . .they'd probably chew up over a whole forest area plus! I mean, woodchucks are flippin monsters when it comes to chucking wood (if they could). If you thought Godzilla was bad, you don't know anything yet.

Rast the Thinker: -.- Pfft. yeah Right.

For the Ladies: Why men not you're age may be the only ones interested.

06.19.04 (4:31 pm) [edit]

lol. This is my first analysis by request.

Alright ladies, why men that are not your age (older or younger) are interested in you.

YOUNGER:
They're inexperienced and need the experience, they're more mature than their age group, or they just like you for who you are. Well, that and maybe ego boost.

OLDER:
They're looking for someone young and wild, they're immature for their age, or they just like you for who you are. Once again, this could be an ego boost.

Ok, overall, men are complicated and can be completely stupid at times. But there still are those few good ones.

Rast the Thinker: This was too hard. I can only give you those ideas of mine.

Sex: An Art?

06.19.04 (4:06 pm) [edit]

Some could argue this. Sex is a very beautiful (and pleasant, I must say) thing. But could one go so far as to assume that it is an art? Yes. In one aspect, it's the art of either love or lust. In another it's an art of pity or the art of feeling good. So what the hell is it?! An art or just an act? Who knows. I guess a penis in a vagina could be considered art. I just call it porn.

Sex: an art? You are going to have to decide that. I've seen it drawn and painted, I still don't consider it an art.

Rast the Thinker: Gives it a no.

(Any questions about life you'd like me to give an analysis on? Just get it to me and I'll answer it!)

Sleep: For the weak?

06.19.04 (3:00 pm) [edit]

Now here's an interesting thing to think about. Some people say sleep is for the weak. But that, indeed, is wrong. Sleep is needed to give cells to rest, so someone who works harder physically or mentally needs more sleep than one who doesn't. The more built-up a person's mind or body is, the stronger they are. A more built-up system has more cells, thus needs more sleep. Sleep is not for the weak, but for the strong. A person with not as many cells will not be as strong, and will not need sleep. If you aren't tired, then you didn't work quite hard enough, and aren't as strong as someone about to pass out.

Love: Something We All Want but Don't Know

06.19.04 (12:09 pm) [edit]

Love. This is a subject that people normally consider good and meaningful in society. But there's just one question that we all think about (hopefully) every now and then. What is love? Love, scientifically, is "an attraction between a person and another object or idea." Some people would say that love is, "Complete devotion to a person." Heh. I'd call that religion. But love, in my opinion, is something different. Love, to me, is "the idea that love exists and that one believes they are in love with a person, when indeed they just believe they're in love because they believe they are in love." But love itself, how can we say it even exists? If it doesn't exist, does that mean people have been going through life, created from a made up and cruel dream?

"The Shield": A Short Story by Me

06.19.04 (11:49 am) [edit]

((((When I said short story. . .I meant short.))))

“The Shield”
By: Mike Mclaren (ME)
Almost as if by instinct, the man continued onward through the dark, deep forest, in search of the exit for this dark deluded place. He had fallen asleep at home and awoken in this forest, his nose smelling blood, his tongue craving flesh. Awaking in the shadow of the dark moonlight, he was startled at his sudden appearance into the world of darkness that was housed inside the demented forest of shadow.
Almost as if an odd phoenix rebirth had taken place, the man had awoken not as a new person or being, but in a different world. However, the man had not undergone the rebirth, the rebirth had befallen the world itself. The man had been dazed at first, not knowing what to do in these dark grounds. He had quickly regained his state of mind though, whether by choice or not, regained his sanity he did.
It had been ten days since the rebirth, and he had almost gotten accustomed to the horrid forest of horrors. However, on the first day, when the experience was still fresh, the man had felt a sensation of disoriented joy. Confused and oblivious to the sublime reality of it all, he at first believed it to be a dream, when in fact it was far from a dream.
Doomed to never awake from the dream of forest, the man quickly realized that the dark forest was constantly dark. No sun would rise, only the moon. In the dark forest, the man grew accustomed to a nearly reverse role of night and day. But the man still noticed the coming and going of ten days.
Wandering in the thick moonlight, the man spots an area of pure light coming from the other side of the forest, something he hadn’t seen in his full ten days of terror. Instinct drew him closer, curiosity overcame him, and the man ran towards the light. Perhaps this dark forest wasn’t the only world? The man ran through the thick river of shadowy trees, running ever closer to the light. The man could feel the warmth of the light, and almost instantly a pain in his wrists, ankles, and throat caused him to stop. The man, so close to the light, was ensnared by thick, thorny vines. The irony of the events made the man laugh, just as the thorns made the man bleed. His blood pooled at his feet as a heavenly voice lulled him to death:
“Oh sweet serenade of light,
Your awe-inspiring aura does shine,
Your beaming glow truly reveals all of your might,
But with every light there comes a shadows.
Fly, darkness, fly!
Leave this test to the rest of them,
And let the bird sing the song to the Fallen:
‘Remembered ones forgot the remembered,
And hence you are forgotten with time’s all controlling sands.’
Fallen once more. . .”

Book 1: The Path of Rastalin And Elmdor; Chapter 1: Rastalin Mitomo the Demon of the Light

06.19.04 (11:44 am) [edit]

((((Here's an excerpt, the first paragraph, actually))))

Trembling eyes, shaking claws, and eyes of blood. In the forest of secrets ran a young Demon, whos heritage was great, yet history short and unimportant. Under the shadows of the trees the young demon ran in fright, for behind him were four scores of Half-Elven Demon Hunters, all armed with anti-demonic blades, useful in the extermination of Demons. The boy hid, but was always found. All he could do is run. And, thank the stars, he could run, very well. For you see, his father was Suburo Rudo, a very evil, yet very powerful Demon. The boy, the oldest of six, had lived his life in the Rudo forest, til the day of his eighth birthday, when his father had abandoned him, calling him the most pitiful of offspring, and leaving him for dead. However, if Suburo Rudo could have seen into the future, he would not have abandoned that "weak" boy. The tale and saga the young Demon boy would take part in would pass the boy to be amazingly strong. But before the tale begins, there must be a beginning.

Humans, Social Creatures: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

06.19.04 (11:33 am) [edit]

I sincerely doubt that there is a logical person on this planet who would argue that humans are not social creatures. It's very obvious. Humans long to be with others, and when with others feel happy and can let their troubles 'disappear.' A human being will go to such an extent to fit in that they will actually be willing to throw their life away. The fact that humans are social creatures can be a very good thing; or a very bad. Humans have the ability to work together, and can overcome tremendous obstacles and odds when together. However, humans also tend to lose their sense of control and return to their natural instincts when in a group of other of the same kind. Humans can either become highly selfish or highly greedy in a social situation, losing their sense of right and wrong in the process. In the hopes of remaining "cool," humans will do anything, hurting their own pride and dignity. When a human is let done from a social high, the low is usually pretty devestating to the individual. When humans are alone, they tend to have a higher self-esteem, more time to think, and thus are more reasonable.

So you tell me, humans being social creatures, a good or bad thing?

Religion - A Touchy Issue That MUST Be Touched

06.19.04 (11:23 am) [edit]

Now let's get to the LARGER power here. Religion. It literally means "the act of worshiping an idea founded upon principles of legends, myths, and other materials." Now, with that definition, religion pretty much can be determined as a loose pile of crap. But I don't think that's what religion is. I think religion is hope. I think religion can pull the world together. But you know what makes people so weary of religion? Those large numbers of hypocritical morons bent on destroying the foundations laid by so many greater others. Get it together. Believe or don't believe. Simple as that, don't say you believe and do another thing. I'm not a believer, but I don't make myself look like a hypocritical moron either. 8)

Burn Dark Fire - My First and Probably last Decent Poem

06.19.04 (10:49 am) [edit]

Burn Dark Fire
By: Mike Mclaren (ME)

Burn dark fire burn,
Like a running rapid running out of control,
Burn to the heart,
Piercing the flesh from top to bottom,
Teatring apart the mass that ties you down.

Burn dark fire burn,
Pushed onward by the wood of emotions,
Burn to the mind,
Burning the pages of literature left within,
Tearing apart the thoughts that keep you in fantasy.

Burn dark fire burn,
Fed by the pages of thought,
Burn to the soul,
Crumbling the supports of personality,
Tearing apart the strength of the one that keeps you locked inside.

People Are Idiots

06.19.04 (10:42 am) [edit]

It seems to me that my studies all lead to one logical point. . .the "truth," if you will. I have logically pinpointed the true flaw of human nature. The fact that people believe intelligence is what seperates people is the flaw. In fact, it's lack of determination and not stupidity that truly makes a person a useless being. The will to learn and the will to want to be different is what will truly make a person a truly useful being. In my opinion, the unwilling don't deserve to live. Yet we allow the unwilling to lead us all to our deaths. Are you willing? Will you open your eyes or turn the other cheek?

Darker Than the Darkest Darkness

06.19.04 (10:29 am) [edit]

[u][b]Darker Than the Darkest Darkness[/b][/u] is a trilogy that revolves around the character Rastalin Mitomo, the Demonic child of the powerful Suburo Rudo. Starting from his banishment from his first home to his intense battle with the ferocious Darkness Reincarnate, Rastalin Mitomo faces many troubles, deaths, and internal pains. Meeting characters that range from fierce Demons to peaceful Vampires, Rastalin learns that it takes a bit more effort than hatred to go through life. Love and loss are a major theme in the trilogy, but the themes are complimented by brilliant humor and great happiness. The Darkness outside may only be half the problem. . .

Rastalin Mitomo

06.19.04 (10:09 am) [edit]

Hi! I'm [b]Rastalin Mitomo[/b]! I'm pretty much a fan of Rurouni Kenshin, you could say. I'm currently writing a trilogy titled[u] [i]Darker Than the Darkest Darkness[/i][/u]. I have my own theory of the world, a girlfriend, and a bunch of wonderful friends. I'll attempt to talk about all of them in my blogs, including my story and my random thoughts on life.

Feel free to contact me if you're interested in a chat! :D

Rastalin Mitomo the Terror of Death.

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