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Post by cenobitedave on May 16, 2009 23:19:39 GMT -5
I was pretty stoned when I found it.
And Don't buy a Mac Danny! They are evil! buy a really good PC
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Post by lucas on May 17, 2009 9:17:03 GMT -5
Or invest in a really cheap new PC, so that when it fucks up again in a few years, you won't feel bad about going out and getting yet another new one.
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Post by cenobitedave on May 17, 2009 14:32:16 GMT -5
Completely off topic, but I got a pretty sweet HP laptop for about $700 after taxes a few months back. 4gigs of ram and a 320 hard drive
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Post by Fray on May 17, 2009 22:10:24 GMT -5
ur lose fellas.
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Post by SamhainGirl on May 18, 2009 12:25:30 GMT -5
Pic # 2...not exactly horror, but a little creepy I think.
Darkness Waits
It was a clear August day, with a light breeze rustling the trees, winding its way through the wooded valley. Eighteen-year-old Emily Crenshaw was walking along a dirt path in that valley, cursing that her perfect day had gone wrong. She had been driving on a sparsley populated road, along the base of the wooded ridge when her car suddenly sputtered to a halt. She was miles past the house she had seen most recently, and decided that the best plan was to continue along the road in the direction she had been heading. Emily trudged her way along the road, and in a short while came across a dirt road off to the left, where she could see a small weatherbeaten cabin. She turned toward it, figuring that it wasn't that far and it was worth a look in case somebody was there. When she got to the cabin, she realized it was more of a shack. The front door was covered by a roof that was barely hanging on, the rusted nails bent and deformed, and the wooden supports all but cracking beneath its weight. The untreated wood that made up the shack was old and bleached a whitish-gray by the sun and decades of neglect. The window (there was only one) was broken and dirty. Years of dust and spiderwebs graced the surface of the glass. Inside she could see an old chair, a small table, and a bench with some items on it. Everything was covered by a thick layer of dust. Emily walked to the door and slowly pushed it open. She looked down at the floor and was surprised to see footsteps in the dust, though they weren't entirely fresh, the dust that had settled in them was probably only a weeks worth of accumulation. She looked to her right and saw a small painting hanging on the wall. Stepping over an old rocking horse, she made her way to the painting and was shocked at what she saw. The painting was of her! How could this be? She stepped back in shock, tripping over the rocking horse and landing on the floor. Slowly, she got up and went back to the picture. This was crazy. She had certainly never been here before and the painting had to be at least fifty years old. She lifted the picture from the wall and looked at the back. 'Emilene Crenshaw, 1952, age 16.' "Impossible," she muttered to herself. She turned the frame around and looked more closely at the painting. The girl had the same brown eyes, the same dark brown hair, even the same nose and smile. Then she saw the amulet. Around the girl's neck hung a necklace with a small pendent, exactly like the one that she wore. "It's got to be a relative," she thought, "an aunt or something that I was never told about. " Satisfied with this explanation she carried the painting over to the small bench, where she saw an old dusty doll and a rusty gas mask. The doll was not covered in the same amount of dust that the rest of the shack was blanketed with, it was more like the footprints, as if it had just been handled and dusted off. She reached toward it to touch it, and as soon as her fingers grazed the old tattered cloth, a bright burst of light bolted across her eyes. She was seven years old, cowering under a table holding the doll as tightly as she could. She could see out through a hole in the table cover, but she was completely shielded from view. A man in a gas mask pushed his way through the door, grabbing her mother and dragging her out. Another flash of light, and there were three more men in the shack, all clad with masks, rummaging their way through the tiny room. "There's nobody else here," she heard them say. "We must get back to the encampment." Another flash. Now it was dark, and she was standing outside the shack during a thunderstorm. The rain was streaming from her hair, her doll hanging from her hand, almost touching the muddy forest floor. The lightening flashed, and from the large tree she could see her mother hanging by her neck, killed by the men she had hid from. One last flash, and she was back in the dusty shack. She was eighteen again, and her fingers were still only lightly touching the doll. Emily gasped for air, and quickly unbuttoned the doll's shirt, knowing what she would find. There was the star. The yellow Star of David, almost like a tattoo, glued onto the doll's chest. A permanent reminder of what they were and how they were always on the run. She turned to leave, to get out of that horrible place, but as soon as she whirled around, she was face-face with a man in a gas mask. She screamed as he grabbed her and drug her outside to the tree. The tree where her mother had died over fifty years ago. He tied her hands behind her back, bound her legs together, and threw her on the ground next to the tree. He started talking as he fashioned another length of rope into a noose. "You've finally come back, Emilene. We knew you had outsmarted us so many years ago, but we couldnt figure out how. It's quite obvious now what happened. We were told by Hitler that there existed a girl who could jump through time, but that she would be unaware of her ability. Our task was to destroy her. That was the only way that we could rid the world of the enemy. The only way we could win the war. But that night that we were here, that night so long ago, you were nowhere to be found. We assumed that you had done what we were warned about. That you had skipped through time. Obviously you had, since you are certainly not as old as you should be. I, however, am an old man, but I can still do the Fuhrer's bidding. He killed the others, you see. When we returned and told him that you had escaped he executed the others without a second thought. He warned me that my fate would be the same if I didn't find you and destroy you. I promised him that I would. So here I am. So many years later, so many years of waiting, but I will finally complete my task. I am old, yes, but I can still do this. I will please the Fuhrer one last time." He moved over to her, quick for his age, and slipped the noose over her head, tightening it before he let it go. He swung the other end over the tree and lifted her on top of an old rotting table that he had dragged under the tree after he had seen her entering the shack. "Auf Wiedersehen, little devil." And he kicked the table away. Emily had a final flash to her mother hanging limply from the same tree, as the doll fell from her grasp and landed with a soft thud on the ground below. She kicked as the air escaped from her lungs one last time. The old man nodded, and leaned down to pick up the doll. He held it up, and it winked at him, then smiled.
Side note: I just want to say that I'm not some neo-Nazi or the type of person that would claim that Holocaust never happened. This was just the direction the story headed, and I have the utmost respect and sympathy for the families and survivors affected by the camps and the result of Hitler's reign of terror.
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Post by cenobitedave on May 18, 2009 16:00:53 GMT -5
Holy shit Samhain Girl. That was a fantastic story. needs a little bit of polishing and editing, but I really loved it. I loved the time travel element, and the old nazi at the end was chilling. as I read that part I had this image in my mind of this bent old man who had probably been either in the SS or the Gestapo and I could just feel the intense pride he felt as he carried out his task, even though the war had been over for so long.
Powerful shit Samhain.
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Post by evil007nate on May 18, 2009 19:20:01 GMT -5
That was excellent! Very Good.
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Post by SamhainGirl on May 18, 2009 23:53:48 GMT -5
Thanks, guys ;D
I have to admit, I didn't proof-read at all. I didn't realize how long it was until I was done typing and by then I didn't have enough energy to proofread.
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Post by Fray on May 20, 2009 22:10:06 GMT -5
Eeeeexcellent
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Post by evil007nate on May 23, 2009 19:37:42 GMT -5
Story for pic #2
Is anyone there?
What the hell just happened? The military’s gone? Wiped out? They came as soon as they got word of the blinding light that descended upon the city. The light came from the west and wasn’t moving very fast... I tried to tell people not to look but no one would listen. Some of them that looked, their eyes burst like the insides were boiling, and others were gouging at their ears like something was trying to get out. Some people like me, nothing happened to them. I’m outside now. I have to check on the children. Can anyone hear me?
I’m Glen; a janitor for Ottawa Elementary School in Mount Clemens. The children and I are safe in the office south of the library. I’ve given them a radio. Told them to listen for help. Their teacher looked at the light. She is dead along with many others. I don’t know what’s going on. The children are scared. Is anyone out there?
It seems that things have calmed down outside. It's been about five hours since the light arrived and we haven’t been able to receive any radio signals. I just hope someone can hear this transmission I’m putting out there. I’m going outside to see if there’s more people that need help. The children are staying behind. I hope the air is safe to breath... Does anyone copy?
It’s like the cities gone crazy out there! I was attacked; a man came at me with an ax. He knocked me down then fell too. I got up and ran. I seen an elderly woman attack a young man and kill him with a claw gardening tool. Seen a young boy with only one arm chasing a dog with a baseball bat. I think the dog had his other arm? There was a car halfway in a house. It looked like someone was in it so I went to check on them... no eyes. God I hope someone can hear this.
I’m back with the children - they’re safe. They’re saying that they heard someone come on the radio. I try and try but no...
“HELLO IS SOMEONE THERE?! DO YOU COPY?! WHERE ARE YOU?”
The children reply before I can. Finally, some relief!
“WE WILL BE THERE ASAP! STAY PUT AND DO NOT WORRY YOU WILL BE SAFE.
Then I hear my name. The children ask the man on the radio, "What about Mr. Glen? He came in and gave us this radio. Told us to listen for anyone that could help us. He left and never came back."
“JUST SIT TIGHT. WE THINK EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK. THE LIGHT HAS LEFT AND WE DON’T KNOW WHY IT WAS HERE. BUT IT IS GONE NOW. "
A little time passes and a military jeep pulls up and two men get out of the jeep.
"Sargent over here. Look at this. His name tag reads.
“GLEN” “School Janitor”
That’s who the children on the radio asked about isn’t it? Yeah, poor man. Let’s get in there and check on those kids... "
What are those two talking about? i finally yell at them: We're in here come on inside! The two Military Officers come in the school. It looks like the children are waiting for them... why are they sitting in a circle? Why are the children's eyes... RUN! I try and yell RUN! They can’t hear me. The two officers run up to the children and POP! POP! POP! POP! The officers eyes explode and they fall to the ground. I run out side to get away from the kids and there I am. On the ground with an ax in my head. Oh God is anyone there?
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Post by evil007nate on Jun 9, 2009 13:01:57 GMT -5
Ok SamhainGirl I think your winning this one. Dosn't look like anyone else is going to particapate so if its alright with Fray and everyone I think you should just post the next pic to wright about.
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Post by SamhainGirl on Jun 25, 2009 12:49:39 GMT -5
Maybeeeeeeeee this little competition needs some talkin about on the show....perhaps that will get people's asses in gear... :-) However, if Fray or one of the other fearless hosts say the word, I will post a pic
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Post by Fray on Jun 27, 2009 9:03:53 GMT -5
Sorry for the very late reply. If Nate is bowing out then, yes, the ever sexy SG is the winner Feel free to post a pic. I look forward to it.
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Post by SamhainGirl on Jul 3, 2009 23:18:13 GMT -5
One Picture, One Story.....Chapter 3
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Post by Fray on Jul 8, 2009 9:12:02 GMT -5
Nice pic! I hope ppl participate. I may even give it a shot
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