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These Little Things of VenomError woke to the sound of Cold screaming in her ear. His voice was tinny and small through the speaker of her headset, but it really wasn’t making the dull throb of a headache that was forming right above her left eyebrow feel any better. She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, the metal grating that made up the floor digging into the palms of her hands. She could only imagine the interesting pattern that it had formed on her face.These Little Things of Venom
“—ror, where the hell are you?! Do you read me?! Error! For the love of—“
“I read you, Cold,” Error groaned, adjusting the small headset
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EdenEdenEden
The gray metal doors slid open, revealing their artificial Eden. Silently, they entered, their feet sinking into cool, lush, green grass, toes lost between soft, tickling blades. Neither were naked, though they each felt they should be, relishing the warmth of their created sun, the cool summer air, pumped in from the environmental control units, conditioned to smell of sweet fruit and clean water. Nearly twenty years of laboratory specimens and piecing back together fragments of genetic coding. Twenty years of decoding corroded computer entries, of failed replications, poison gasses, rotting matter, all for this moment, thi
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Blank TapesBlank TapesBlank Tapes
When I come back from the hospital, no one knows me. It’s better that way. Blue contacts hide my normally brown eyes, my light blond hair dyed a dark chocolate brown. I’m going by my middle name this time, my last being common enough that no one makes the connection. It’s been two years. Feels like an eternity.
“Class,” the teacher, Mrs. Kopel, begins, clapping her wrinkled hands for attention. The space between her first and middle fingers on her right hand is yellow. It matches her teeth.
“Class, we have a new student joining us. This is Hannah Johnson.
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Button ButtonHi. My name is Joe. And I work in a button factory. I’ve got a wife, and a dog, and a…stop me if you’ve heard this one, before.Button Button
Working in a button factory isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, you hear stories about the glamorous lives of the button elite, wining and dining over heated debates about four vs two holes, ending the night with whoever’s coat button they fish out of the cookie jar. Here on the ground, in the button middle class, however, it’s just conveyer belts and needle tests, and turning those buttons over and over, first with your right hand, then with your left, and then ove
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- Interests: Music, film, guitar, art, writing.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Melissa Ferrick
- Favourite genre of music: Angry chicks with guitars rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk, Christopher Moore
- Favourite game: the Silent Hill series
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Dot from Animaniacs
- Personal Quote: "So then, get this: the zombie breaks free and starts gnawing on Bono's head! Funny, huh?
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Enter the world of Wapsi Square and leave the reality you know at the door.
You could at least tell me what I did before not answering any of my messages.
I mean, you fall off the the edge of the world with absolutely no warning, and a few years later I'm able to find a site you're using, and... I don't treat people I hate like this. I at least have the courtesy to tell them what the hell they did wrong.
Always,
Robert Mason
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They have some pretty twisted ideas… They have ZIM and Dib falling in love ideas. That makes me ill. Ill to my belly. My ill-prone belly.
Jhonen Vasquez
And read my stuff.
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Sorry about the angry letters and stuff.
And really, that actually does count as angry when it comes to me. This is probably the most p*ssed-off I've been in years (aside from matters like a child rapist getting only four years), and all I do is send a couple of mildly angry letters.
Always,
Robert Mason
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They have some pretty twisted ideas… They have ZIM and Dib falling in love ideas. That makes me ill. Ill to my belly. My ill-prone belly.
Jhonen Vasquez
And read my stuff.
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~Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell, and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
-William Saroyan~
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An artist doesn't mean someone who purely draws, it means someone who creates. And you can never create something well done and pleasing to the eyes AND heart if you don't allow yourself to percept and critique. That's part of it. ~Miss Stitch
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Usagisama
-Lord of Rabbits-
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Why is there no spoon? Why? Please, someone tell me why there is no spoon?!
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